Kimi wa Petto. {GreysmithxLingering Desire]

[Wuffie]

There was so much screaming, crying at violence at the border, one could be forgiven for imagining that the third world conflict was still in full swing. The war had left the earth in such disarray that everything looked like a broken, dirty shell of its former self. The world’s most beautiful cities, Paris, Rome, London and the like had all suffered massive damage in the battles, and with no money left to repair, everything remained as it had all those years ago.

The main difference now was the presence of ‘The Zone’. One single area untouched by the bombs, or repaired by those inhabiting it. Little radiation had entered the north, as much of the fighting had been centered to more populated areas. Now, with the massive population explosions, little if any land had been spared from pollution and destruction. Somehow the human race continued on, finding ways to survive, the resourceful cockroaches that they were.

Technology seemed to be the only thing that did not suffer, and the only businesses that operated at full capacity. Manufacturing facilities were dangerous, and employees died on a regular basis, but it was a paycheck, a way to pay for what little overpriced food was available…. And many were willing to do anything to get it.

What human beings were willing to do to keep themselves alive was always a constant source of amazement for Tyson, as he saw what lengths some mortals would go to on a regular basis. His heavy steel toed boots trudged along the top of the massive concrete wall, glancing through the scope of his sniper rifle with a single hazel eye on occasion, making sure there wasn’t any ruckus starting in the massive crowds of people which lingered in front of the border full time. Many had even set up camp, turning the entrance of The Zone into some sort of slum, more and more tents popping up regularly.

A bloodcurdling cry reached his ears suddenly, gripping his rifle and looking through the scope once more, running over the crowd swiftly to spot the source of the sound. Eventually It fell upon a man, looking gaunt and grey, he was throwing punches and screaming like a madman. It was not until the stopped, coughing up blood and bright yellow mucus that Tyson confirmed an infected. He was to slow however, another shot from 50 feet down the wall pierced the man’s skull, ending his struggle. The human’s quickly carried the body away, dousing it with gasoline and setting fire to the body. Tyson was glad the humans felt just as compelled to keep the area clear of that particular sickness, which they had nicknamed ‘the bites’. If a particularly powerful Fae, like an older vampire or demon were to contract such a thing, their strength would make for a difficult kill, and they might slaughter many of their own in the process. No, it was best to keep as many humans out of the Zone as possible.

Shrill whistle was blown from the megaphones mounted on the wall, letting the human’s know registration had opened up. Tyson stretched, pulling off his helmet and running a gloved hand over his forehead, relieving it of the sweat which built up there. It was a hot one today, and he was feeling particularly irritable.

“Hey Ty! Happy Birthday bro!” Someone called in through his earpiece, making him roll his eyes. Scratching the dark brown stubble on his cheek he took a deep breath, clicking the button in his ear to respond.

“Uhh…. Thanks man. I don’t know if my brother is planning anything, but I think it might be a quiet one.” He responded, suddenly his ear was flooded with laughter.

“Yeah, right man, ‘quiet’. Your brother has practically planned a rager! Hope you’re excited for your new… present.” This was followed by more laughter. Ty sighed, shaking his head. He was perfectly happy living on his own, doing his own chores and looking after himself. Having a human slave seemed to be the norm now, especially for vampires. Wolves were quickly following suit with the trend, even his brother, whom not too many years ago had sworn off the whole affair, calling it ‘barbaric’. Now he was singing quite a different tune, deciding that he was actually saving them from a life of squalor… at the cost of their free will.

Shouldering his weapon Ty stepped into the air conditioned elevator, making his way down to the registration lines. These could become violent some days, especially when it was hot. People seemed to get more desperate in the heat, more willing to fake their paperwork and lie about their age. But the policies were in place for a reason, and Tyson was there to keep that order. He kept glancing around, hoping to spot his brother, and stop him from acquiring his birthday present.

 

[LingeringDesire]

For years now, the family struggled to get their bodies to the gates of the Zone. Safety was found within those walls, struggles were ended. Either by death or acceptance. Tulip Grace Celestial-Moon Distal was a beautiful girl, strange name but that wasn't her fault. Her parents had been part of the peace movement, one could tell by her name. The outside area of the Zone was wiped clean, though foliage still managed to spring up. This was where she hid when her father was shot. The small caravan had known for days he was infected and had come to peace with it. Instead of taking his life, like many others he left them and roved among the woods. This is where they had hoped he would die peacefully, that was not to be.

The shot rang out among the humans and they gasped as he fell. Tul, sobbed into the bush and clung to it in her misery. Her brother, Spruce, had been taken the week before, the Fae's wanting him to serve. In what capacity was unknown but he was safe, they assumed. Her mother had hid her, not yet ready to see her gone. "I'm too old mother... please, I'd rather stay with you and Gram" she begged as the two women guided her forward as the whistle sounded. At 21, Tul was too old... but with her pale hair and wide blue eyes, she looked much younger.

Her papers were fudged, but impeccably done. "Just say you are 18... it's not a problem. Find a man willing to care for you. The vampires will only drink and the were..." Well she didn't know, no one knew. "Perhaps they will only want to breed..."

Tul paused in the crowd, "Breed..." She looked at her mother and grandmother, a look of fear coming across her face as they tugged her forward. "Please, no..." It was futile to go against them, even she knew this was the only way she'd survive. The petite female was just barely five foot tall and although she was over one hundred pounds she was still fragile. She moved among the crowd and through the line silently, when it formed.

First it was paperwork. Then visual inspection. Then clean up and presentation. The paperwork went surprisingly smooth, though there were tears on her end as her mother and grandmother were forced back and away. Tul knew she'd never see them again. Spruce was a possibility but never her mother or grandmother, since neither was willing to leave the other to work.

Standing alone a female with bright green eyes and black hair stepped forward and crossed her arms under her breasts while scrutinizing her. Tul toyed with the hem of her light pink dress, her wide blue eyes downcast. There were men as well roaming the area. One such man kept glancing her way and talking excitedly with another. She wasn't sure why but it made her nervous. Tul hoped to be bought right away, stopping the process of standing and waiting.

The woman lifted her arms one at a time and looked deeply into her eyes. Blushing she turned her head and glanced away. The man was gone, for this she was thankful. The woman was writing something on a slip of paper, words that scared her. Next she was ushered toward a white tent, both of the men were here, a wide smile on their faces. A trio of women stepped forward and tugged her inside.

"Yes, she is perfect..." was all she heard one say as she passed.

Stripped down, scrubbed, dried. The woman worked quickly but were thorough. They removed every inch of body hair; plucking, shaving, and waxing... something that worried her. Then trimmed her hair and applied lotion to every inch of her pale flesh. She was stood in front of a large mirror. The women used many items, drying her hair, applying makeup and dressing her finally. The white wrap dress was soft and comfortable against her soft skin. Her hair was in soft waves around her heart shaped face, causing her large blue eyes to stand out.

"Perfect..." The larger male stated, the other nodded his head. The smaller took her hand while the larger left them. Her head turned and followed him until the other tugged her hand. He guided her to the purchasing area, she thought, a large building where the slaves were sold. She was guided forward in the building, people wandered here and there but ignored her and the male she was with. He sat her on something and told her to relax. Tul wasn't sure how to do that, but then she noticed a little sign in front of her said 'property of'.

"I've been purchased?" She questioned him softly.

The man that had guided her here nodded and turned to her with a smile. "Yes, the buyer bought you straight from the line, lucky girl. You are a pleasure slave for his younger brother." He arranged her hair and opened her dress a bit more at the neck, so she was more on display. "Just be sweet for him, open your legs and allow him to take you. The were's have a strong sexual drive and you will be well cared for because of this." The man smiled at her and stood off to the side.

His words spun in her head. Pleasure slave, open her legs, strong sex drive. She felt her heart begin to race. A bright overhead light lit up the area she was in. A red ribbon was tied around the bottom of the display, a silver square contained the plank she sat upon. Ankles crossed and hands holding the chains of the swing. Her eyes went wide as she was blinded, trying in vain to see beyond the light and out into what she now recognized as a party. "Property..." She didn't feel very happy.

 

[Wuffie]

Everything went relatively smoothly that afternoon, little ruckus was started in the registration lines, and a few young men and women were scooped up as he passed, taken down into the bowels of the Wall, eagerly polished to be sold. Tyson had been keeping his eyes peeled for his brother, but things were so hectic at the inspections it was impossible to notice everyone. He gave a gentle sigh, hoping that perhaps his brother had given up on the idea of getting him a slave.

Scott was the closest thing Tyson had to a family, the only remaining relative to a clan that had once been prosperous and strong. They looked so much alike, same broad build and dark features, every time Tyson looked at his older brethren it reminded him of a time before all of this had begun, when the pack could run free for miles and miles of fresh, open foliage…. But that time had passed. Now they were expected to be the elite, to hold up the order which The Zone demanded, and remain a strong force against the devastation which lay outside the barricade.

Tyson was lost in thought when registration finally finished up, signaling that he was free to go. Eagerly he returned to the elevator shafts of the Wall, riding them deep underground. He walked with a heavy pace, pulling off his bulletproof gear as he made his way to the locker rooms. It was already filled with other fae, and the atmosphere was generally jovial. Many of the fae who protected the wall were large, powerful, some weres like himself, others half animal and half human all of the time, and others still bearing the striking resemblance to creatures of Greek mythos, all of which not too long ago were thought to be works of fiction. It was certainly strange for Tyson, his youth was filled with so much fear and hatred for other Fae, and now they had come together with relative ease. Tyson still held a bit of bad blood for the vampires, unable to put behind him their sly demeanor or cunning bloodlust.

Tyson undressed and showered quickly, returning to his locker and glancing at his watch, cursing under his breath when he looked at the time. It was already after seven, and if he knew his brother at all, there were probably two hundred people at his house. Quickly in simple dark jeans and a black, t-shirt, he rode the elevator to the surface once again, jogging to the car park and slipping into his car, a present from his brother for his last birthday, a sleek red number that Ty had quite fallen in love with. Starting the engine with a roar he pulled out, approaching the massive gates which allowed admittance to the residential areas. Pressing his ID to the scanner they creaked open allowing him to go home.

The difference between this side of The Wall and the human side was like night and day. Lush greenery, impeccably manicured lawns, massive, stark white houses as far as the eye could see. Concealed in the back were pools and sporting courts, anything one could wish for. Tyson, though certainly not poor by any means, really didn’t belong in this part of the country. However Scott wanted him close, purchasing two houses next to each other, and giving Tyson the keys to one. He had always been the bright one, watching the world with a different gaze, noticing things that others would have missed. He had done quite well for himself in this new world, developing new mobile technologies, and eventually becoming the sole owner of all the transmitting frequencies in the Zone, renting it to other firms in need of it… like the government. No, despite being solely run by fae, the world really hadn’t changed that much.

Pulling into the driveway he could feel the bass already pounding from the house. Taking a deep breath he walked up to the front door, forgoing the keys as he knew that it was probably already open. Tyson was surprised. This little soirée was spilling over into both properties. The door opened of its own accord, Scott standing with a grin on his face and a drink in hand.

“Tyson! Glad you could finally make it.” The young wolf stopped, looking over his brother and shaking his head. “You’re not going to wear that are you? Come come, go upstairs and put a suit.” He demanded, ushering his brother inside. There were hundreds of fae there, faces Tyson had never even seen before. Giving another heavy breath he nodded, mounting the stairs and making his way upstairs. Taking his time he donned a tailored black suit, paired with a simple white shirt and red tie, polished shoes and watch. Tyson felt somewhat uncomfortable in a suit, but knew his brother would harp on the whole night if he did not change. So, this was easier.

Coming back downstairs he was accosted by his brother once again, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and speaking into his ear over the loud music. “Have you had a drink yet?” He asked, Tyson shook his head no, to which his brother laughed, pointing to the front door again. “Good, you’re driving.” He said simply, releasing him and letting out a sharp, loud howl, enough to be heard well over the music. It was apparently some sort of signal, unknown to Tyson, and people began milling out of the house, hoping in their cars and driving away.

“Wha…. Whats going on?” He asked confused, Scott merely laughed, ushering him out of the house and into his car, giving him directions to another location. Once they stopped Tyson still did not recognize the building, but the excited party goers seemed to be right at home, pulling open the doors to a building that looked almost like a hotel, lush and grand with soft, golden lighting in the front. Allowing Scott to lead him inside Tysons jaw dropped slightly, looking to a massive party hall, already being filled with people. Music, food and alcohol was everywhere, and the pounding music even more jarring than before. Feeling a glass of champagne pressed into his hand Tyson downed it quickly, knowing he would need a lot more to get himself through the night.

Things were going rather well, and he was feeling a bit of a buzz roaming though his head when a sudden bright light was flicked on at the far end of the hall, illuminating what looked to be a young woman. Tyson groaned, looking around for his brother whom he had lost in the crowd, who let out another howl, followed by brazen laughter. Now he knew where he was… this was a slave house.

“Happy Birthday Bro! Hope you like your present… but you can’t have her till after the party!” Scott called to him. Tyson walked forward, stopping just in front of the display case, stopping a roaming waiter and grabbing a shot glass from his polished tray, downing its contents as he looked at the girl curiously. She was quite pretty, he had to admit, almost ethereal looking, with pale skin and blonde locks, dressed in all white. Her eyes however were jarring, a shocking bright blue that made his chest feel tight.

He wondered how he might look to her on the other side, a massive wolf of around six foot six, unshaven and somewhat drunk. He couldn’t have been the most inviting of individuals. She seemed frightened, but he was unsure if she could hear him from within her little cage, he opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped with the sudden force of so someone grabbing him from around the back, pressing their weight into him.

“Dun’ worry bout ‘er mate! She’s got a good life ahead of her now.” His coworker, a large black male from what used to be England reassured him, pulling him away to enjoy the party, and putting another beverage in his grasp. He glanced back over his shoulder however, giving the girl another glance. Would he be able to keep another living creature happy?

 

[LingeringDesire]

Tulip leaned her head this way and that. So many people milled about her little glass display case. Her heart was beating so rapidly she thought it might explode. The man that had brought her here had closed the door and she could no longer hear his words, not that he was saying much. Holes in the top allowed for air circulation and hearing purposes. The crowd parted and she held her breath, this was it. The beast that she belonged to had finally arrived. Closing her eyes she took a breath and slowly moved the swing back and forth. Just enough for movement but not enough to hit the back.

The handler tapped the glass, she opened her eyes and stared up at what happened to be the largest man she'd ever laid eyes on. He clasped a drink in one hand, downing it and staring at her right back. She gave him a soft smile, be sweet. Her wide blue eyes stared out hauntingly at the male. He seemed displeased, she bit her lip. The holes at the top pumped in the music, muffling it a bit for her. She watched as his mouth opened, but she was left to wonder as he was pulled away.

Her eyes flitted up and after him, she stood watching him go. So that was him, she was struck by how utterly beautiful he was. Mesmerizing and alarming, he was huge a good foot or two above her height. And broad. He was scary. Her thoughts were interrupted by the handlers return. He opened the small door with a whoosh. He held something in his hand.

"Just a gift from one of the partygoers..." He held up a beautiful blood red collar. The dangling square said 'Property of Tyson', she turned and willingly lifted her hair for the man to place it on her neck. It was cold but she said nothing. "There, aren't we even more lovely."

The man smiled at her, "Thank you," she replied out of habit.

"Come along dear, we are making a stop at the clinic and then coming back." He clipped a chain lead to the collar and dangled it between them as he guided her through the crowd.

Her white flats scuffed on the floor, being a size too big she was afraid to lose them and happy to even have those. She wasn't certain why she was going to the clinic AFTER she'd been purchased, it seemed interesting. There was a car waiting and they slid inside. She stared out the window, remembering back to her home in Indiana where the sky looked like this and the trees grew in abundance.

She was tugged from her reverie and the car by the man and made to lie on a table. The man whispered to the doctors in the corner, some of the words she heard. Like; brother, desire, pleasure, lovely and check. The nurse approached her and smiled, ivory fangs gleamed in the light but the woman remained professional. Her arm was swabbed and blood was drawn, then a series of shots were given. One gave her head a bit of a rush and she felt dizzy.

"That was the last of them dear..." The doctor said gently, she was an older graying woman. "How are you feeling... have you ate today?"

"No ma'am... I'm a bit dizzy." She said softly. Then watched as her handler was given a harsh look and a bottle of juice and a pack of crackers was placed before her.

"I can't, I'm allergic to peanut bu.."

"We corrected that, but We'll make sure Denton gets you something to eat at the party. Your owner is Tyson. He is a good man. You are free to go, don't be afraid to initiate intercourse with your Master... It will show him you are more than willing."

Tul blushed deep red, but nodded. After all, she wasn't a virgin and this woman likely knew. "Thank you, I will keep that in mind." She understood her job, and if initiating their intimacy made him easier on her she was all for that. The last thing she wanted was his beast to come out and destroy her.

They drove back to the party, her sipping on her juice. The man, Denton,guided her in on the leash again. Standing there among so many, her nose twitched and a pleasant odor filled her nostrils. The scent calmed her heart rate in an instant, but the second she moved away from the smell, it raced and she became uneasy. Tul didn't like feeling uneasy and wanted to return to the smell that calmed her, but the man didn't seem to notice and placed her in her enclosure again.

This time the light didn't come on and he left the door open. There were too many people around for her to escape... too many curious eyes on her. A plate was shoved her direction, she settled it on her lap. She felt a range of emotions inside her, welling up and rolling around like an ocean with it's tides. She ate in silence, watching the party around her while she ate like a starved animal trying to be proper. A good meal was hard to come by and she never knew when her next one would come.

 

[Wuffie]

The party continued on for what felt like a lifetime, however with such high profile guests Tyson was sure that no one was about to tell them to leave. There were certainly perks to travelling in such company, even if most of the time Tyson felt as though he and his comrades didn’t entirely belong. There was much dancing and drinking, a couple of smashed objects, everything seemed perfectly normal.

Throughout the night Tyson would glance to the little glass enclosure, eyeing his new ‘pet’. The whole thing seemed surreal. Slaves were some of the most expensive additions to this new world, their purchase price continuing the industry and allowing for the accumulation of more humans. As their masters generally long outlived their slaves, there was always a need for more of them. The trend now was to have as many as possible it seemed, turning beautiful mansions almost into Harems. Other Fae seemed quite content with their purchases, and it wasn’t for him to tell another what to do with their money.

Feeling pleasantly intoxicated but still coherent Tyson rose from where he sat at an empty table, saying goodbye to some of the last stragglers and approaching the glass once again.

“Are you ready to take her home mister…Kersk?” Her handler eyed the sleek black leather folio in his hand, before extending it to Tyson. The words ‘Olibron and Co.’ written in scrawling script across the bottom right corner.

“What’s this?” Tyson asked, opening the folder and looking through the many pages. Written on the very top of the page in large letters was her name, and quite a long, odd one at that. But the short of it was Tulip.

“Her paperwork Mr. Kersk. Everything should be in order, all shots have been administered, and vaccinations up to date.” Tyson nearly burst out laughing, but merely bit is bottom lip, holding back a grin and he looked over the sheet tabbed ‘Injections and Enhancements.’ His expression changed then, glancing at the bottom of the page.

“What the hell is… ‘Olfactory Adjustment’? And why was it $800?! Did you give this poor girl plastic surgery?” He demanded, the handler laughed and shook his head, raising his hands in defense. “What? No no, she was just as pretty when we found her. Its more like a… tweak, if you will. So they can pick out their masters scent amongst all other scents, in case they were to get lost or something of the sort.” This was obviously a massive understatement, but Tyson was rather ignorant to the purchasing side of the slave trade, only seeing them dirty and hungry from the wall.

Denton tapped on the glass again, rousing the girl an grasping onto the red leash, offering the end to Tyson. He swallowed thickly, closing the folder and accepting it, almost too afraid to look at the creature on the other end. They had certainly worked whatever mystery magic they had had on her, she looked perfect, almost too perfect.

“Have fun you two!” Denton called almost mockingly, perhaps he could feel the tension inside Tyson, it was twisting on his insides, making him feel almost like he was going to vomit, but he was sure the alcohol had something to do with it. Tyson didn’t know what to do with the leash, if he should hold it as if he were walking his dog, or more tightly, or loosely… Pushing the thought aside as they approached the main entrance, giving the staff a nod and leading tulip out of the building, and stopping on the curb. He let go of the leash, raising his fingers to his mouth and letting out a shrill whistle, to which a sleek black car pulled up in front of them.

Tyson pulled open the door to the back seat, looking at Tulip and motioning for her to get in, before climbing in himself and shutting the door. He gave the driver directions back to his house, letting out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. His vision strayed to the left, watching the petite girl from the corner of his eye. He glanced to the little metal tag which hung from the red collar around her neck, reading ‘Property of Tyson’. He frowned, turning his torso in her direction.

“I cant.. Its just too…Here.” He had tried to explain his intentions to Tulip, but she made him feel so tongue-tied that he couldn’t get it out, preferring to simply reach out and undo the collar, pulling it from around her slender throat. “That’s better.” He said simply, leaning back against the seat and taking a deep breath. If he was going to have a slave, he wasn’t going to treat her like an animal…. Too many had done such to his kind, and Tyson was not about to proliferate the past.

 

[LingeringDesire]

Tulip was bored watching the party, all the people enjoying their time. She hadn't been to a party in a very long while. It made her sad. her life had been so rough. She was 10 when the fall of America came, 3 years later change came. A drunk partygoer came up and banged on the front of her enclosure. She jumped and scooted away from the glass as they laughed and then got sick. Denton moved forward and ushered them away before requesting a clean up crew.

As the people filtered out he took her to the restroom, a red leash being given to him. He clipped it on and walked her back to the enclosure. While out and among the people she got a whiff of that scent again. Tul wasn't sure why but it effected her in a very deep way. She blushed knowing the way her heart raced pleasantly at the deep mucky scent, of what she knew was a man.

Rocking on the swing she watched her new master for a little while, before the crowd got in the way and she lost track of him. That is until he stood before her display case. Her eyes stared up at him curiously. "Tyson Kersk, " She whispered the name, it was a strong name that sounded pleasing. They were interacting and talking about her, or rather discussing her in general.

Denton handed over her information, the papers she'd filled out at the border. It stated how many pregnancies she'd had, not that it asked if they survived. But that was water under the bridge. The woman doctor said they'd fixed her... certainly this didn't mean they'd repaired her womb. Being that she was a pleasure slave, none of that was really needed... right?

The tap on the glass caused her gaze to shift from where it landed, on his waist , and up to his eyes. They weren't green and they weren't brown. She blushed, but rose to her full height of almost five foot. The leash was once again clipped to the loop next to her tag before it was handed to the man. She stepped slowly from the enclosure. She felt compelled to thank the man that held the other end, instead she kept quiet.

Her gaze shifted up to him, Tyson. She offered him a smile. Be sweet, open your legs, be sweet. She turned and offered Denton a small wave before she followed him. Fighting between wanting to touch him and wanting to hug him, she moved. The delightful smell filled her lungs, from where she wasn't sure. Curiously she watched his broad shoulders and allowed her eyes to dart down to his hips and posterior. He was well made.

Pushing aside the thoughts, thoughts she couldn't believe she was even having, she watched as her leash was released. it seemed he had no fear in her running. Either he didn't care or he knew he could catch her. She watched him whistle and then the sleek car pull to the curb. It was so shiny she could see herself reflected in it. Her reflection went away when he opened the door, she peered inside to the dark interior.

Climbing in she scooted along the seat. her dress bunching along her pale thighs and her leash catching on the door frame. She gasped and yanked it in before fixing her dress along her legs. Sitting so she could face him, she tilted her head as he slid in. Tulip wasn't sure what he expected of her... if anything, so she remained at his side and quiet.

It was here she realized it was HIS smell she adored. Inhaling deeply she felt her nipples beading and then a tingle travel up her spine. Absently she placed her hand on his leg. When he said nothing after a few minutes she turned her gaze from him to look out the window just over his right shoulder, hand still in his lap. When his voice caressed her ears she moved her hand away. Can't... too what? She allowed herself to silently mull these over.

She didn't shrink back when his hands came toward her. They were warm along her neck, nice and just slightly rough. "Better?" She questioned, her blue eyes confused. "But..." She took a deep breath and let it filter out. She turned to her own window and gazed outside as the city passed. It was more beautiful at night. She'd seen this sight so few times having lived in darkness for the last eleven years. She bit her lip and said nothing more, unsure of what to say.

Except for, "Thank you Tyson... um, m-master... um, sir?" She swallowed hard and opened her legs slightly as she turned toward him. Her dress slid up her pale thighs slowly. She wasn't sure how any of this worked... or how he wanted her... even IF he wanted her. Perhaps his look at his arrival had been disgust. Maybe he wanted only one of his kind to bed and not her. Or maybe he found her ugly.

Feeling foolish she turned her body back, but didn't fix the skirt of her dress. Tonight would be different. It would be the first time in over five years she'd have a roof over her head, not that she intended to mention it. Life was already better, she'd had two baths and she smelled like a flower. "I'm allergic to peanut butter, but the doctor said she fixed that... I should still probably be careful though." She gave him a soft smile before turning her head to watch as they turned in toward a residential area. Her eyes went wider.

 

[Wuffie]

He was surprised when she did not shy away from his touch, quite on the contrary, she had initiated it, placing her small palm upon his thigh. His eyes darted to her for a split second, wondering exactly where the action had come from, what they had told this poor creature upon entry to The Zone. Her voice was soft, a puzzled expression on her sweet face that he could not bring himself to look at, turning his eyes back to the window. She spoke again, tentatively, mulling over what to call him.

“Tyson is fine.” He stated simply, turning his gaze back to her. He was shocked to see the slip of a dress she wore slowly making its way up her thighs, her body turned toward him. He caught a small scent of her, taking a deep breath and feeling his heart begin to pound with each new centimeter of exposed thigh. Perhaps he had been too brazen with his gaze, or she had lost her nerve, but quickly she turned her body away from him, just as suddenly as she had gifted him with it. Tyson smiled slightly, extending his large hand toward her and tugging gently on the end of her dress, allowing Tulip some modesty.

“And what would you like me to call you? You have quite a name there.” He said with a chuckle, releasing her garment from his grasp. She mentioned being allergic to peanut butter; he almost laughed out loud, wondering how bad her allergy must have been to mention it at a time like this. “I will mention it to Nora…She’s the housekeeper by the way.” He stopped, thinking that perhaps he would not need a housekeeper anymore, given he had a slave now. Paying someone else to have use of their slave for a few hours a day to clean and cook may have seemed like an odd practice to some, but there were many housekeeping companies around, so it must have been profitable enough. He didn’t know whether to mention this to Tulip, he conceded to leave the details for another day.

It was not much longer before they came upon the little cul-de-sac which held Tyson and Scott’s homes. Watching the familiar sights of his grounds pass by as the car winded up the long drive, eventually stopping in front of the door.

“Thanks, how much?” Tyson requested, leaning forward and accepting the small black square from the driver, pressing his palm to it until it beeped, giving the driver a nod and opening his door. Stepping out he held the door open for Tulip, offering a small smile. “Well… welcome home.” He offered, unsure exactly what to say to a new slave in a moment like this. He closed the door once she had exited the vehicle, giving the top a tap as the car disappeared down the path. Tyson turned from Tulip, walking up the stairs to his front door, which audibly clicked open the moment he approached.

“Welcome home Sir, I thought I might let you know that Nora will be by in the morning with two extra employees to help with the… cleanup.” The sound of a voice radiated down the hall, though came from no person. A home concierge, as it was called, more like a nuisance as far as Tyson was concerned, but the computer system did remind him of things, which was kind of nice. But it was always…. Listening and the idea of it freaked him out slightly.

“Thanks Sal.” He said simply. Looking around at his house in disarray. This wasn’t exactly what he had been planning on bringing Tulip home to. “Forgive the mess… This is what happens when my brother throws a party… “He sighed exasperatedly, glad to see that the living room had mostly been spared, and it did not look like anyone had been to the upper floors. “You must be very tired, would you like to sleep? There are about… ten empty rooms up stairs for you to choose from.” He joked, walking into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and drinking from it. He was going to be hung over in the morning; he could feel it already pounding in the back of his head. “Or hungry perhaps?” He asked a bit more gently, turning back to where she stood. Tyson was unsure what to do with her, how he should act around her… was she frightened of him?

 

[LingeringDesire]

The look he'd given her was one in women's naughty dreams, it caused her own small heart to race. silently she wondered if he heard it. Being allowed to call him Tyson was probably unheard of as well, but if that was what he wanted she wouldn't question it. Tul felt the warmth of his hand on her dress when he dropped it against her legs. she tried to ignore it, but it hurt that he wanted to cover her up. He would tell the other man she wasn't doing her job and then she'd be over the wall again, at least that was the impression she was left with.

Turning to face him she smiled softly, "I am to be called whatever you wish to call me... Be it my name or some other TERM you supply for me." Her eyes had gone wide at the mention of Nora, the housekeeper. Tulip wasn't so foolish to think she'd be the lady of the house, given the task of ordering others around. She had wanted that in her young foolish age, so long ago. But things like that were long forgotten now.

The car turned into a drive and up to the house, her wide blue eyes took it all in under the twinkling starlight. "I..." She turned to face him suddenly, not understanding what he was asking. The question was not for her and the payment system was different. She slipped out the car silently after him. The white dress glowing in the moonlight. Shifting her gaze from him to the house and back again she stood there in awe. "I... live... here?" She heard him pat the car and turned to watch it go.

When she turned back to Tyson he was already up the stairs and into through his door. Tul, in her naivety looked for the owner of the voice. Looking curiously for someone to approach, she didn't realize she'd be waiting forever. Her eyes followed his, cups littered the area and things seemed out of sorts. "It is not my place to judge, especially when it's much nicer than where I come from." She smiled and looked up at him. What she wanted was to get over with doing her intended job. The sooner she got used to him, the better it would be for her.

Following him into the next room she feared she'd be lost in the house. Watching as he opened the fridge and grabbed water, her eyes met his. Wide blue to soft hazel."I won't be sharing... with you?" She asked softly. Her hands were at her side but lifted to his stomach and up his chest as she moved in closer. "I want to begin my task... It would be better to get acquainted now rather than later... unless you wish to put off bedding me... given your distaste." She wasn't being rude, only honest. Her voice remained soft and calm, not accusing.

She pressed her nose into his chest, the highest point she could reach, and took a deep breath letting her system fill with his scent. Tulip moaned softly against him, "You smell wonderful... does your skin smell the same way?" She was being serious, already she adored his smell and the more she was around him the more she'd crave his smell to fill her senses. The olfactory adjustment was doing it's part to bond them, if only the poor girl knew.

 

[Wuffie]

Tyson had been confused when she told him he could call her whatever he wanted, furrowing his brows as she offered up a small smile. “Well… I’ll just stick with Tulip then.” He stated simply. Her reaction to his home had been fairly expected, given what she came from. He wondered what that kind of awe felt like, to be plucked from your dystopia and brought to a relative Eden. He could not empathize, as much as he tried. It had been much to long since he had to struggle for much of anything.

“Yes, you live here, so make yourself at home.” He said with a smile, glancing about his house. Everything was a cold stark white or matte silvery metal, as he was not much for decorating, and left the place just as it had been when he purchased it, except for a few modifications here and there. The bottom floor was mostly open concept, usually bright and clean but today was an exception. The furthest wall away from them was entirely made of glass, revealing a large backyard, the eerie blue lights from inside the pool shedding soft light on its surroundings, illuminating the occasional plastic red cup floating inside of it.

He listened as her quiet bare feet padded after him, nearly choking on the water he had been drinking at the mention of sleeping in his bed. He hadn’t slept in the same with someone in… ever, really. He was still quite young, especially for a wolf, who aged slowly and only took a mate some in their fifties, though they may have still looked in their twenties. He had certainly been with plenty of women, but the intimate act of merely sleeping in the same bed felt a little foreign to him. Placing the bottle on the crowded counter he shook his head, opening his mouth to speak when he felt her hands upon him, turning his words into a stammered breath. He backed against the counter as she pursued, feeling her small digits snake their way up his chest. Tyson was still quite intoxicated, the sudden touch making his head swim, feeling the animal inside him rouse hungrily.

Her words brought him back to the moment, taking her slender wrists in his hands and pulling them off of him, looking into her still shockingly blue eyes. “Your task? You… you have not been purchased for…” He stalled, watching tentatively as she breathed in his scent, pressing her nose against him. He was confused when she commented on his scent, an expression of puzzlement which had not left his face turned to one of shock. “I…. I…” He couldn’t seem to get his words out, feeling each of his heavy breaths turning to a growling rumble in his chest, never able to control his beast when drunk.

“Please, s-stop.” He managed to get out, releasing her wrists and placing his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back from his body, trying to keep the petite girl at arm’s length. “I can’t bed you – I mean, you’re beautiful, it’s not like I don’t want to, but I can’t, it’s not right.” He managed to get out, taking a deep breath and trying to compose himself.

“Did your handler tell you what I am? I’m a Wolf, and right now, I very drunk one.” His eyes searched her expression, trying to read what she was thinking. But those massive, innocent eyes hid everything, as much as he might try. He let go of her shoulders, leaning back against the counter on his palms, regaining his composure. “I would hurt you… a lot.” He said exasperatedly, running a hand through his short hair, scratching the back of his neck, and feeling embarrassed with his statement.

 

[LingeringDesire]

His reaction floored her, the grabbing of her wrists and then the stop. Her blue eyes looked up into his eyes, not understanding. She knew why she was here, did he? She felt the weight of his hands on her shoulders, his intoxicating scent permeating her lungs and her senses, assaulting her and tantalizing her. His sentence rambled then stopped before rambling again. "Because I'm human..." She whispered sadly. Being here with him was the last thing she could do. The last way to take care of herself and he couldn't even let her get that right.

Her gaze shifted from his, briefly. She nodded as she tilted her head to look up at him again. "You couldn't hurt me any worse than I've already been hurt. I grew up on the other side of the wall. You all think we don't know who you all are. The stories spread far and wide. Some try to make it on their own, my family did then the sickness hit and wiped most of us out in my region. So we came here." Her voice was soft. She moved away from him slowly.

"Tulip is fine to call me." She moved back toward the clean room they passed on their way in. "I'll just stay down here..." She paused. "I was bought straight from the line, before a price tag was made. Hand picked just for you... if you don't use me.... what will happen to me?" Tul bit her lip gently as she turned to him. Why couldn't he just take her upstairs, bed her and allow her to sleep in the bed with him? Was she so repulsive he couldn't stomach the idea?

"If you are drunk, should I help you into bed..." Swallowing hard she allowed him to see the emotion in her eyes. "I promise I won't try anything..." Silently she stood there, watching him gather his wits. A drunk wolf was like a regular drunk, except more civilized since he hadn't tried groping her. She only wanted to share his bed because she was scared, but also because it was what she thought she was supposed to do. She'd never been a slave, only a daughter, sister, wife and mother. Add widow, survivor, and slave to the list now.

 

[Wuffie]

Tyson could feel the guilt building in his stomach, not wanting to hurt the girl’s feelings, but it was truly for her benefit, as much as she might not think so. Her whispered words cemented his guilt, speaking of her time outside of the wall, and the lift she had lead before becoming his birthday present. Tyson shook his head, taking a few steps forward and extending his hand to her, but returning to his side when he realized it would do no good.

“I know where you come from Tulip, I see it every day, the death, the destruction… No one deserves to see their family turn into those… things. I am not here to hurt you in any way, emotionally or otherwise. I am here to be a part of your new life. Hopefully a better one.” He had wanted to add something there, something more comforting, but it was lost to him at the moment. He hadn’t really ever had to care about another person’s wellbeing, everyone seemed to get along quite well without him… but now, he had an slave… one who seemed quite at odds with her new life.

He blinked rapidly, having not known that she was plucked up in such a way, Scott must have seen her have immediately purchased her. Somewhere along the line something must have gotten crossed, or perhaps Scott really had bought her with the intention that Tyson would take out his frustrations on her. He was surprised that his brother would think such a thing of him… though things had changed so much, perhaps this was the norm now? His thoughts were a mess of guilt and confusion, but he shook his head, approaching her once more and taking her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze of comfort. He wasn’t entirely sure what made this human want to be close to him, but if it would make her happy, then who was he to argue?

“I am never… going to use you Tulip. Being a slave here is not like that, at least being my slave wont be like that. If you truly wish to be with me after you’ve been here for some time, then we can talk about it then. Until then, I have no requirements of you in that respect.” He offered her a small smile, raising her hand to his lips and giving the smooth back of her hand a gentle kiss. “If you wish to stay in my room with me tonight, then I understand… a lot has happened today.” It was a risky move for the wolf, but she seemed as though she truly wished to be there with him, and it’s not like anything had to happen… he wouldn’t let it.

Still holding her hand he lead her down the hallway and up a large flight of stairs, walking through the darkness with ease until they came upon a pair of double doors, pushing one of them and flicking on the lights, rousing a few of the pod lights in the ceiling to life. It cast warm light, illuminating a lush, comfortable looking room. It was in harsh contrast to the rest of the house, walls painted in a rich, deep chocolate color, accented with deep burgundy furniture and dark cherry oak fixtures. The bed was massive, it could have fit three people and they would never have to touch one another, covered with plush blankets and pillows in similar hues.

“Hope its to your liking” Tyson said with a grin, releasing her hand and walking to another pair of doors within the room, leading to the onsuite and walk in closet. “Bathroom is in here if you need it…” He paused, disappearing within the darkness and coming out holding a large grey t shirt. “Here… I don’t have any clothing for you yet… I should be able to borrow some from Scott tomorrow, but for tonight I hope this is alright to sleep in.” He was somewhat sheepish then, feeling the color rise to his cheeks, he cleared his throat, turning back to the bathroom. “I’m going to change in here, you can do so out here if you like… just let me know when you’re changed.” He could feel himself turning embarrassed again, what kind of situation had he gotten himself into?

 

[LingeringDesire]

She bit her full lower lip, when he said he was never going to use her. something in her body stiffened and threatened to break. That single sentence hurt her. She darted her blue eyes away from his gaze, "Never is a long time to promise..." She whispered brokenly. her eyes closed when his lips pressed to her pale hand. The tears spilled over her cheeks as that part of her shattered. Unsure of what it was that reacted to him she was afraid to move, scared that if she moved she'd further embarrass herself by throwing her body at him only to be rejected.

Her free hand lifted and swatted at the tears as she shook her head. Tul wanted to stay with him. Something about him made her calm and away from him she panicked, it was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. After the tears were wiped free she gave him a tentative smile and began following along as he held her hand in his strong grasp. in the darkness of the house she got turned around and slightly lost, thankful for his hand she made sure he didn't let go.

The door swung open to more darkness, but she knew it was his room by the pungent scent of him that filled her delicate nostrils. The lights flicked on and she blinked rapidly as her eyes grew accustom. She didn't want to release his hand but did so as he pulled away from her grasp. her eyes fell to the bed and went wide as possible, her pale cheeks blushed a deep red as her mind conjured up many things that could be done upon the plush surface. She was seriously glad he couldn't read her thoughts.

"It is..." She whispered looking up at him. One could only guess if she was referring to him or the room. She took the shirt and immediately her fingers were unhooking the thin dress from about her body and dropping it to flutter to the ground. She didn't see his face as her heart shaped rear was revealed to him in all it's pale glory. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, a single breast moved into his line of vision, the pink hued nipple perked up for his inspection. "Oh... You needn't go, please I won't be long."

The gray material swamped her lithe body, she turned to face him with a bright smile. arms lifting to pull her hair from it's depths as the neck hole slid over to the side and revealed a pale shoulder. "See," she giggled and rushed toward the bed. with a hop she was on it and soon crawling, tripping over the shirt to get to the top and tuck in for the night. her heart was thundering in her chest, slim legs moving and working as she attempted to untangle herself, giggling all the while. "Sorry... I'm a bit clumsy." She blushed and gave him a sheepish grin.

 

[Wuffie]

Tyson wanted to drag the tiny sapien into his arms when her tears began to fall, wishing he could be more useful to her, more comforting… anything really, to prevent her from feeling pain. He was unaccustomed to such harrowing emotions, being a fairly happy go lucky kind of wolf, even if he came off as being more serious sometimes than others his age might have been. Perhaps it was the military, or seeing so much pain just over the wall, but he tried not to take his good fortune for granted.

He had shot a few glances over his shoulder as he led Tulip through the darkness, hoping she had not succumbed completely to tears. Though the silence behind him was a good sign; she was a strong girl, he could tell, but her desire to be around him was somewhat perplexing. He did not linger too long on the thought however, introducing her to his space, offering her his clothing which she accepted without question. Tyson had shifted away from her, but her voice caused him to pause, glancing back as she released the ties on her robe like dress, watching as it slipped from her frame and pooled at her feet. He was momentarily transfixed, eyeing the curves of her body, lingering on her rear and immediately skirting to her bust as it was exposed to him, before sinking to the floor almost as quickly.

“I-Uh-“ He wasn’t able to speak until she had covered up, procuring a light laugh and darting to the bed. He released a ragged breath, unknowingly holding it during the fleeting moments previous. He stood with his mouth agape as she pulled herself up onto the bed, unable to remove his gaze or uproot himself from the spot. “That-That’s ok, don’t worry about it.” He finally managed to stammer out, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the neck of his shirt. It felt hot in the room, extremely so. A quick glance to the glowing digital thermostat revealed that it was an agreeable temperature, and nowhere else to place the blame for his perspiring brow than the petite girl before him. How was he supposed to get in that bed with her?

“Ill be back in a minute.” He said quickly, disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door behind it, leaning up against the frame and breathing out heavily again, closing his eyes for a moment, attempting to compose himself. Tyson quickly shed himself of his suit, tossing it messily on the floor of his closet to be dealt with by Nora in the morning. It was then he realized that he did not own pajamas. Not a single pair. Living alone there had never been a need for them… it looked like tonight he would be sleeping in his boxer briefs. Growling exasperatedly he pulled a black t shirt over his head, quickly brushing his teeth and splashing as much cold water onto his face as he could manage. Feeling sufficiently calmed down he opened the bathroom door, glancing to Tulip before flicking off the lights and making his way toward the bed.

Tyson crawled beneath the soft covers on the opposite side to her, feeling much calmer once his head rested on the plush pillows, and he could just barely feel the heat from her body in the sheets. “Well… good night.” He said into the darkness, but his mind was still reeling, the sweet smell of her hair, kept drifting to his nostrils, sending his thoughts ablaze and his heart hammering. He wanted to touch her skin, feeling like it would calm him if he held her, but he knew it was a slippery slope, and his hands would be roaming beneath the loose grey shirt in no time.

Shaking the thoughts from his head he closed his eyes tightly, turning over so that his back faced her.. Praying that she would not ask him to hold her… he would not be able to resist her innocent request, but he was much to riled up, and worried that he could not control himself. ‘Please….please don’t ask….” His mind screamed, but at the same time screamed almost as loudly for her to do the opposite.

 

[LingeringDesire]

She watched him, wide blue eyes trailing over his each and every move. Tulip only nodded as he ducked away and closed the door. Blinking she worried her lower lip. Was he afraid that she'd continue to press the issue or was he nervous to share his bed because she was human... something he despised. Her heart felt heavy as she snuggled down into the bedding. The large gray shirt lifted and bunched about her hips. Her pale legs moved as she sunk down, her eyes felt heavy but she didn't want to sleep until he was here. Soft tears fell and were quickly absorbed by her pillow, a pillow that smelled just like him.

Why couldn't he just want her and make her job easier, instead of making her live with the potential fear that she'd be sent back over the wall at the drop of the hat. If his brother found out, would she be in trouble? Wasn't it her job...? The door opened, her eyes moved to him. A brief glimpse of the male before the lights went out. Her heart reacted and beat in double time. She wasn't sure what could cause her to react to him in such a way except to call it love at first sight.

The reaction made him blush. She sighed when he didn't move closer. Tulip sobbed silently, her slim shoulders shaking faintly. But she did let out a soft shuddered breath. Why was she so upset that he didn't want to touch her, she should have been thankful. Instead she desired his touch, felt she would die without it. She edged slightly closer, her long hair settling on part of his pillow as she turned .

The poor girl lay at his side wanting and wondering the same things, her thoughts lingering and traveling the same route. How would his hands feel on her breasts, holding her hips as his mouth tasted hers and then pulling her on top of him. She turned swiftly, her breathing shallow and her heart thumping crazily in her chest. She panicked thinking if his touch didn't come she'd go crazy.

"T-Tyson?" She asked, her body moving closer. The heat of his body was just in front of her. Those thin pale thighs slid against the back of his, her bare hips curving and cupping his backside. Her chest pressed tightly to his back and her cheek moved against his shoulder blade. "I need... Um... could you keep me warm and hold me?"

She pressed her nose into his back, breathing deeply she took in his scent through his shirt. Her small hand moved along the lower hem of the shirt, his skin was hot. She sighed contentedly. Her fingers stroked the flesh, curling and tugging at him to move closer to her. Tulip lay there and involuntarily pressed her lips to his back through the shirt. The bunch of the tee shirt was up to her waist now, she didn't mind and would much rather be naked under him, a thought that made her blush.

 

[Wuffie]

His well-developed hearing picked up on each of her movements, and as much as he tried to hide it, he could hear her soft sobs. It pained him more than he thought possible, those tiny meeps of sadness which he wanted nothing more than to wash it away. However he remained on his side, turned away from her, trying his best to ignore her pain. It was not as though he was cold, he just didn’t know how well he could control himself… any other female he had made wolfish advances on either had the strength to fight him off or they simply fell to his desires. Two weres being attracted to one another rarely led to anything other than sex at his age, having no intention of taking a mate anytime soon. But this little human…

His thoughts were suddenly cut short, hearing her small voice echo into the large room. “Hmm..?” He murmured back, feigning being half asleep, even though his mind was far from it. He could hear her sliding closer to him, feeling her smooth legs pressed against his, cupping against him with the rest of her body. His heart began to pound once again, feeling the small swell of her breasts against his back, making his mind swim with lust. “Tul-“ He stopped, trying to respond to her request, wondering if he had the strength to resist such advances. Her tender fingertips skirting along the edge of his shirt, hearing her breathe deeply of his scent…He could not hold back much longer.

He quickly turned over, so that he faced her in the darkness, grasping her small hands in his, removing them from his body. A growl echoed from his throat, a pair of hungry yellow eyes peering back at her in the darkness, illuminated with what little moonlight trickled in from the windows. He held her there for a moment, the grip of her hands probably a bit too tight. He opened his mouth to speak; it felt crowded with the elongating of his canines, disrupting the formation of some of his words.

“Please, don’t… just, wait a second.” He managed to get out, releasing her from his grasp and closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before opening them again, this time lost into the lightless room. He rolled onto his back, slipping an arm between her and the bed and pulling her against him, so that she was pressed against his side.

“I… I can manage this, if it’s alright.” His voice was more human now, turning his head to the side and glancing over her features, even in the darkness he could see just how beautiful her eyes were, how close her face was to his… it would be so easy to merely fill his lips with hers, too easy. At least on his back she could not feel how hard she made him, the moment he slipped into bed with her his member was at full attention, and showed little sign of being quelled until he was far away in dreamland… and Tyson didn’t know if that would be happening anytime soon tonight.

 

[LingeringDesire]

His growl stopped her advances as he moved to face her in the large bed. Eyes staring into his, wide in the dark as his glowed. Tulip swallowed hard, her smaller body moving and shrinking back against the bed instead of against his like it wanted to. Big blue eyes gazed into his as he stared at her. It was hard to breathe with him as close to her as he was.

Her hands in his didn't move, she didn't even blink though his grip was harsh.

Moving a bit closer to him, his voice stopped her in her track. She blinked and blushed softly in the dark room. Her skin shone silver, she noticed, when he released her wrists and she drew them closer to her chest. Tul bit her lower lip and closed her eyes listening to him breathing in the darkened room.

Eyes went wide as he pulled her closer. Tucking her head into his shoulder and beneath his chin. Her teeth released her lip as he spoke. "Okay..." Her voice was soft.

She lay in his grasp, melting into his embrace. His scent invading the depths of her soul and causing her to tremble in his grasp. The more she smelled him, the more aroused she grew. Her arousal leaked against her bare thighs though she kept them clamped tight together for fear he'd smell her. Something she was worried about, given that he'd been so harsh since she'd brought up the subject of him claiming her fully.

What was he so afraid of? Well, she didn't wish to anger him more. Tulip splayed her fingers on his abdomen, stroking the muscles absently as she lay there. Her lips pursed and she pulled back to force herself not to press the pink muscles against his neck. Already her breath ricocheted off the skin of his neck and tickled her nose a bit. Her lungs expanded once more and drew in his scent before a slender leg lifted and wrapped about his.

In the dark her knee brushed against the erection he had tried to hide from her. The reality of what it was caused her to still and her breath to go sharp. So foolish, she opened her mouth and said the first thought that came out...

"I can help you with that..." Slapping a hand over her mouth she realized she was a few seconds too late. A groan followed.

 

[Wuffie]

Tyson was beginning to calm, even as her body was pressed against his he felt able to control himself, within reason, to not throw her on her stomach and bury her face into the soft pillows; which for him was quite a feat in such a situation. She just came across as so fragile, so delicate… even though her past revealed quite a strong and resourceful woman. Maybe he could handle having a slave, this sort of relationship….

As she adjusted her position, caressing one of her smooth legs across his, the musky scent of her arousal filled up his lungs and spurred the fire inside him once again, almost in perfect time with the sudden brushing of her knee against his almost painfully hard member. His lips parted, sucking in a silent breath and wondering if either would acknowledge the faux pas. It didn’t take long to Tulip to offer a solution.

He was shocked by words which made their way from her pouty lips into the darkness, then the almost immediate regret of her flurry of syllables. His lips split into a smile, unable to help but laugh, a rich throaty chuckle which echoed out in the silence. Help him with that? As if he needed assistance with some menial task, so juxtaposed with the phrases actual meaning. Tyson was amused with the words, the possibly misplaced humor he found breaking some of the tension.

“You… are making it very hard to be civil, you know.” He purred, turning himself on his side so face her, the leg she had spread across him now wrapped slightly around his waist, bringing the scent of her tendriling up between them. His breathing was even, but one could hear the rumbling in his chest, his wolf resting just beneath the surface. His hand moved tentatively, unable to hold back the urge to run his fingers over the creamy whiteness of her thigh, gently gliding his digits, as if thinking.

“Do you really, truly want that? Deep down?” He tested, wondering if it was just what the sellers had told her, what she thought was expected of her, or the fear that if she didn’t he might cast her out. “You are safe here Tulip. I don’t want you to ever lie to me.”

 

[LingeringDesire]

His laugh cut through the air like a knife. Her racing heart calming a touch as his scent filled her alleviating her of the fear she felt at spilling out those words. Her wide blue eyes moving over his handsome face as he turned toward her, her leg sliding over his hip. The space between them was nothing and caused his erection to press into her smooth skin. Her lower lip trembled as she thought of what to say... do.. anything besides lay there and stare at him as she was.

"I'm sorry Tyson, I don't mean to be. I know what I was meant for..." The caress of his fingers on her pale thigh caused the words in her head to drift away. Goose bumps rose on the surface as she tried logical thought once again, it didn't happen as long as his fingers remained on her thigh. Thankfully they stopped moving.

Tulip gazed into his eyes as he questioned her, her heart racing as fast as her mind again until she took in a deep breath. She wasn't sure how to answer, nothing coming to her. Smiling at him she ran the tips of her fingers over his broad chest, she knew she was safe. His nearness created that safe haven... but as for what she wanted, she hadn't given it much thought. Contemplating the question at hand she focused on her inner self.

One breath. Two breaths. Three breaths. Her heart pounded like a drum as she lay facing him. A soft smile spread along her lips as her eyes focused on him. The wetness pooling between her thighs was the best indication of how she felt, but she feared his rejection again. "I want to... feel you against me. My body inexplicably craves you. I know I am safe, I don't fear you. But I do fear you will reject me, when I so desperately want you Tyson." She lifted her fingers to his shoulders and up to his jaw and along the sides of his face, tracing.

"I don't think you will hurt me, I am yours but if it isn't what you want... then please, don't. I can't bear to have you, only for you to regret it afterwards." She blinked up at him, hoping her answer was sufficient.

 

[Wuffie]

Tyson waited patiently for her response, not wanting to rush her into an answer which was blurted out in fear. Slowly she responded, he blinked a few times, looking away from her face and giving a gentle smile, responding to her hand as it trailed along his jawline. He released his grasp on her thigh, pressing his much larger hand over hers against his cheek, as if trying to symbolize his desire to protect her. Though the ball was still proverbially in his court, she merely feared his rejection; that he would later regret any indiscretions made under the cover of night. Tyson on the other hand was much more worried about being able to control himself, and even though Tulip did not fear him, trusted in him even… he could not say he felt the same way.

“With all the honesty and will power I can muster, I have to say no.” He managed to get out, refocusing his gaze on hers as he spoke, his voice much more composed now, feeling the effects of the alcohol finally giving way. “We have the rest of our foreseeable future to do so many things, I just don’t want to rush into anything. Its- ” He sighed, feeling more and more embarrassed as he spoke, removing her hand from his cheek to lace his fingers with hers. Perhaps it was… immature, to want to take it slow, especially with a slave; but they were going to have to see one another every day for a very long time, and he would rather not have to face her in the morning should he be unable to control himself.

“Lets just… try and sleep tonight.” He mumbled, wrapping his arm around her waist once again and pulling her close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He didn’t know how long the reprieve would last, and perhaps she would be pulling off his clothing in ten minutes. The sheer amount of sexual tension between them was palpable. Here, however, holding her closely to him, his nose nestled in her smooth blond tresses, he felt completely in control… maybe he didn’t give himself enough credit.

“Goodnight, Tul.” He murmured, hoping she would be happy with his response; calmed by it.

 

[LingeringDesire]

She couldn't help but to hope. To desire him to roll over on top of her, cover her small frame with his and give her what they both wanted, needed. His hand covering hers was a simple sign, but one none the less. A sign that he was trying to gain control of himself rather than just act on pure lust. The wolf seemed more in control of his desires than she.

It was horrible, the rejection she felt from his words. He didn't want her. Tul steeled her blue eyes by closing them and biting at her lower lip. Before her eyes closed she'd seen his drift to hers. Why couldn't he just be the beast he claimed to be and take her, get it over with and out of the way so they could move on. She was a slave, her feelings on any of it didn't truly matter, he liked to pretend he cared when what he truly wanted was to make her suffer.

What did those doctors do to her, to make her crave this man so desperately? She listened to him, though his words were just candy coated rejection. Feeling him lift her hand, she opened her eyes to watch his fingers lace with hers between them. The sadness was there, even unshed tears, but she kept her eyes off his. Her job was to please him, yet with the advice she'd been given... be nice, open your legs and allow him to take her. What happened when he didn't want to take her, Denton hadn't covered this, nor had the doctors.

"As you wish..." She whispered. Here pressed against him her body ached the strongest. Tears seeped from her eyes as they fluttered shut. It was a different night than she expected. Much like a bride and groom spending their first night together and not consummating their marriage. Her marriage night had been full of tears and pain, her husband inexperienced and she pure as snow. But it had been what was needed to survive. All had worked out, but this... well, this wasn't.

"Goodnight Tyson," Her tone was clipped as she lay in the dark breathing in his scent. Still, quiet and contemplating was how she lay there in his arms. Pressed to him and breathing in his scent as it slowly drove her mad with lust. her tender thighs quivered as more of her nectar slid from her core. "Tyson..." She stopped her words, what use would begging him to take her do. "I can't sleep against you like this while wanting you so..." Her voice was soft as she pulled from his grasp, turning her back to him and settling against her designated pillows.

"Why would someone even by you something like me if you had no intention of using it... ever?" She asked curiously. Silent tears slid over the apples of her cheeks as she lay there, her body in pain from not being intimate with him, though she wouldn't say it. She'd begged with her body, all she could do now was wait for him to come around.

 

[Wuffie]

He had thought that would be the end of it, and he would wake with her in his arms just as they had fallen asleep. Though it appeared as though Tulip had other plans, barely able to wish him goodnight before she was struggling slightly in his grasp, unable to quell her hunger for him. Tyson thought this to be strange, he had never been in such a situation before. Pulling back slightly he looked to her face, seeing the tears streaming over her cheeks, giving him that familiar ache in his chest, determined to stop the flow.

“I… I don’t know! My brother seems so happy with his slaves, they seem happy… I wanted to give that to someone. I want to give that to you!” Tyson exclaimed, though still in quiet tones as they lay beside each other. Tulip truly looked distraught, almost as if in pain. He could not deny that it was really he who kept pushing the idea of sleeping together away, he who was… afraid. It was just so hard for him to admit. He brushed her tears away, cupping the sides of her face with his hands and wicking the liquid aside. “Please, don’t talk about it like… that. I told you, I don’t want to use you. I want you -”

Tyson paused for a moment, licking his lips of their dryness, trying to figure out what the best course of action was. She had asked for him so many times during the night, and the only justification for not doing as she asked was his own fear. His own… stupid fear. He hand never let it stop him before.

Not lingering a moment longer he pressed his lips to hers, releasing his grasp on her face to pull himself above her, pressing his body into hers, feeling the slick warmth between her thighs as he nestled himself between them. He could feel once again his heart beginning to pound, the heat rising within him and his wolf breaking through. Tyson pressed his tongue against her lips, parting them and finding hers, trying his best to kiss her with some finesse as his canines got in the way. Tasting her for a few moments longer he pulled back, broad chest heaving, gazing down upon her with eyes burning that hungry, acid yellow. The moon was higher in the sky now, casting light upon the pair, illuminating the slight point of his ears, his hair longer, messier, the strong muscles of his shoulders bunched like a panther crouched in anticipation.

“This is what I am, Tul.” His voice was deep, more animal than man, almost straining on his vocal chords. “I can’t control myself when… when being intimate. I.. hope I don’t scare you.” He managed to get out, unable to hold back much longer before dipping to kiss her again, unable to hold back from her for long. Once the beast had been unleashed, it was impossible to quell until satisfied.

 

[LingeringDesire]

Tul bit her lip, he wanted to make her happy. Correction, he wanted to GIVE her happiness? She was confused ever more. He wanted to make her happy yet the one thing he denied her was what would make her happy. She desired him but he seemed to want nothing to do with her. His fingers removed the tears she had tried to hide, her heart shaped face turned his direction. "Then.." He cut her off. Tul's pink lips parted he didn't want to use her, she had told him she wanted him and it wouldn't be him using her. In fact she felt like it was her using him at this point.

"Y-you want me?" She watched him pause and lick his lips. Her body rejoiced, but yet he tarried. Tul watched him, almost debating things in his head. "I-I want you Tyson... please." She whispered adding another beg to the night's tally. His fingers remained on her face, and it wasn't a second later from her words that she watched his head drop. Her lisp moved against his caressing as she lifted, arching against him, needing and wanting more. She felt him moving and adjusting as he came over her smaller frame. Tulip sighed, she felt so safe like this. Her feet hooked around the back of his thighs as he nestled between her legs.

Moaning in pleasure Tul stroked Tyson's face gently. Her mouth opening to his prodding, tongue dancing with his. His mouth was different, his teeth shifted under the trace of her tongue. When he paused in their moment she whimpered, "No..." It was soft, she feared he was leaving her this way yet again. But the hunger in his yellow eyes told her he wasn't. The shirt had bunched to just below her breasts, leaving her exposed to him. Timid fingers moved up into the pale moonlight and stroked the pointed ears and dove into the longer hair that grew on his head.

He was still the same just a bit more animal like. She smiled up at him, showing him that she wasn't scared. Her fingers moved from his hair to trail along his shoulders and then down his arms. "I know, I see..." She paused, allowing him to finish his talk. His deep voice spoke to her soul, the timbre settling her nerves. Lifting her head she buried it in his chest to gain his scent. "You won't..." She placed her hand on his heart, "Your body knows my limitations, you won't hurt me, you can't. They fit me to you." She blushed. She hadn't a clue what the doctors words meant.

Her lips lifted to his, greeting his lips with her own. She rolled her hips up against the erection in his boxers. She wanted him buried in her small body, to taste him and know every inch of his powerful body. Tonight they could sample and taste, they had the rest of her life to explore. Her slick lips caressed his cock through his boxers allowing a wet spot to form on the surface of them. One hand moved between them to free him, she caressed his shaft through the think fabric teasing him with gentle strokes before pushing the fabric down and allowing his member to caress her bare skin. "Take me.. take me.." She mumbled against his lips. However he wanted her, she would comply.

 

[Wuffie]

It was wild, bizarre and wonderful, the moment he found himself in. This beautiful, delectable creature beneath him mewled and pleaded in just the way he loved, squirming to meld her body with his, returning each of his ravished kisses with ones of her own. His head was swimming with lust, the warmth of her intimacy pressed to his length made it hard to compose himself, growling into their embrace.

“Ahh…” He managed to stammer out as her hands roamed over his member, stroking it tentatively before quickly releasing it from its confines; it felt incredible in her delicate grasp, loving the tender touches of her fingertips. He merely watched in the darkness for a moment, able to see quite well dispite the lack of lighting , eyeing the parts of her frame not covered by his shirt. Tyson reached down, shedding himself of his undergarments, leaning up to pull his shirt over his head, and tossing it onto the floor nearby. His frame was built thickly, heavy and strong, no visible protruding of bones or any signs of malnourishment. Indeed, it was a different life beyond the wall, and it showed on his body; He was massive even by Lycan standards.

He did not hesitate to do the same with Tulip, grasping the fabric firmly, but relieving her of it in a gentle manner, as if relishing in each new inch of her creamy skin that was revealed. A sort of purring could he heard in his throat as his hands stroked over her torso, rubbing his thumbs against the pink peaks of her breasts, dipping to take one of them between his lips, careful as not to brush them with his fangs.

Maybe it was something they had done at the wall, or perhaps it was all natural, but Tulips skin tasted amazing. Tyson groaned as he sucked on her nipple, swirling his tongue around it before moving to the other, equally enthralled with its flavor. “I need to taste you…” He murmured, kissing and licking his way down her torso, pushing back the sheets to expose her to the moonlight. He paused for a second, glancing up to the massive, ethereal eyes looking down to him before giving her a slight grin and burying his face between her thighs, amazed again with the nectar found there. He could not hold back as he licked and nipped, running his hands along her body as his tongue explored her womanhood.

Eventually he broke from his ministrations, kissing along her thighs with breathless lips. “Your flavor… it’s amazing. “ He breathed, never pausing, his lips somewhere upon her frame, like a man possessed.

 

[LingeringDesire]

Tul realized he had the advantage, seeing her in the dark. the pale light of the moon allowed her glimpses of him. His gasps and sounds allowed her to know she was doing to him what he did to her. She now knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her hand left him as he stripped, his larger body was revealed to her and in the dark he looked even larger. Where she was thin and petite, he was massive and thick with muscles.

Sitting up slightly, she raised her arms to allow the shirt to be pulled from her body. Bare beneath him she sighed. The way his long fingers stroked over her body caused her to tremble, it was like being a virgin all over again. "Oh... yes." She murmured as his thumb stroked the hard peak on her breast. Gasping she held his head to her breast, it felt so good and caused her back to arch as she offered up more breast to his hungry mouth.

His tongue whirled around the peaks, causing her to moan. He switched to the other, she barely noticed. So lost in her need of him, she moaned and whimpered as he licked down her body. When he moved the sheets out of his way her legs parted to him. He said what he wanted who was she to deny him. The slave knew her place, besides, she needed him to taste her. The injections she received made her want him and once she had him it would grow into a craving a desperation, for both of them.

Wide blue eyes gazed down her body to watch him. It wasn't like this with her husband, he kept to himself and only once did this, to prepare her for him. Her hips bucked up against his face as her head tossed her white blonde hair this way and then that. Her hands found his and guided them to her breasts before moving down to his head. Into his hair as she held his head to her throbbing womanhood. Though holding wasn't really what she was able to do since he was much stronger than she.

Tulip moaned as his ministrations tapered, she was close to exploding. Her body quivering as his expert tongue ran over her dripping cleft. "T-thank you." She whispered in response. Her body squirming as his lips pressed to her flesh. She pulled his lips to hers, licking away her taste and moaning all the while. "I want you, please Tyson... please have me." She wanted to taste him, but right now she needed to cum. Tasting him could be another time, but soon.

 

[Wuffie]

Tyson enjoyed greatly the mewlings of pleasure she gifted him with, guiding him with the bucking of her hips, the lacing of her slim fingers through his hair. As much as he wanted to continue lapping at her flavor, she coaxed him up her to lips, sharing in a lust filled kiss and pleading for him to fill her. As much as he wanted to hold back, to take his time, she rushed him into a frenzy that he could not stop. Giving her a breathy nod he pulled away from her lips, reaching down to stoke his length against her wetness, biting his bottom lip as he thrust inside her.

He groaned audibly, followed by a desperate growl, Tyson visibly struggled with subduing himself, not wanting to hurt the precious gift beneath him. He gently pulled back, grasping onto the headboard with a hand, the other placed on her hip as he slowly pushed back inside her, as if testing the limitations of his control. The wood of the headboard creaked beneath the pressure of his hand, the muscle of his forearm visibly straining, attempting to find a way to dispel some of the lust filled aggression which possessed him.

It seemed as though he had found his zen eventually, filling her more fluidly, losing himself in the moment. “Tul…” He moaned, dipping to latch his lips onto hers, continuing to rock his hips with each groping of their tongues together. Releasing the headboard he slipped his arm beneath her, pulling her up from the soft linens of the bed onto his lap, wanting to feel her body closer to his. Tyson’s large hands grabbed onto the curve of her hips, encouraging her to ride him. He wasn’t sure if it would help compose him a little better, giving her the ability to work the pace, or if it would just drive him more crazy.

“Mmm, Yeah just like that…” He groaned out, moving her hips in his hands as gently as he could, knowing that if he lost control he could just as easily snap her pelvis with the same movement. Somehow he managed to control the desire to rut with full strength, relegating himself to merely kissing along her shoulders, running his fingers gently over her back.