Tail Between Her Legs
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
6,908
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Manor
Warnings: Violence
The realization that he wasn\'t going to simply release her hit the sharp tongued cat demon like a whip.
Perhaps she had been too stunned at the time of her kidnapping to really put up a decent fight. Or maybe her thoughts had been much too muddled for her to think clearly. Whatever the reason, she suddenly felt almost too aware of her dire and woeful situation as they came to a halt before the looming manor. Her new home, or rather prison.
His soft cooing in her ear did not quite impress but the strangely soothing touch of his hands along her bare forearms caused her to emerge from her panicked musings quite abruptly. She sat up rigidly in his lap, hands clasped tightly. Suddenly, she felt his grasp fall away from her tensed arms, tracing slow circles along her back and making their way further down and further still until they finally came upon her tail. He ran a fingertip over its furry edge briefly, chuckling as she jumped, making it quite obvious to him how sensitive it was. \"You know, this experience doesn\'t have to be all bad, kitten...just relax...\"
He let his hands roam around her, rubbing along her inner thighs gently. She squealed and squirmed, finally parting her lips to spout protest.
\"Get your filthy hands off of me, you twisted monster!\" she hissed frigidly.
\"The only monster I see here is you, my dear,\" he drawled with a grin, tweaking her ear.
She growled, leaping fromhis lap as the carriage door swung open. Immediately she found herself on the ground with a wince plastered across her lips, a mammoth guard pressing his foot against her back. Her captor tutted behind her as he stepped carefully onto the paved path, crouching down. He brushed a tawny curl away from her eyes, taking her chin between his thumb and index finger and forcing her to look up at him.
\"If you defy me you will suffer the consequences. Know this.\" He spoke calmly, although his eyes glittered with intent warning. He then motioned to the guard who lifted his foot and hauled her to her own feet, shoving her forwards with a heavy hand. She shot the burly man a glare before averting her gaze forwards, taking in the haughty sight of the manor. She swallowed.
\"Ah, I had nearly forgotten the civil pleasantries. Your name? My, don\'t give me such a look pet, for you will tell me it sooner or later. Oh well, \'tis up to you. I am Aerin; however that information is little use to you due to the fact that you will be addressing me as Master for the rest of your stay here. And believe me, it is not a mere visit...\" He murmured, taking the chain that bound the manacles upon her wrists in his hand. He tugged her forwards easily, seemingly unaware of her cries and struggles as they ascended the polished steps and entered the grand hall. Her panic ceased momentarily as she was struck by the beauty of the place, decked out in gold and ebony and marble. Long satin draperies hung from each impossibly tall window, crimson pillows and mahogany lounges scattered in various corners of the room. Tall cabinets filled with glittering novelties and trinkets adorned a few walls along with many paintings of sceneries and various portraits.
She stood in awe for a moment, but only a moment. Soon her appreciation turned sour as she noted the countless women tending to certain tasks, scrubbing and cleaning, fluffing and dusting. They were all garbed in the similar attire of chains and immodest gowns that bore each and every asset they had to offer quite lewdly. She gaped in disgust and loathing, oblivious to Vincent who stood grinning behind her. This was the type of reaction he had expected out of her and was relishing in it.
Soon she would be one of them, draped in silk, docile and submissive. He licked his lips at the thought of breaking her wild heart, fingers tightening around the chain. He leaned towards her. \"You like what you see, kitten? I\'m sure they would all be more than happy to introduce themselves to you...\" He whispered with a smirk, reaching down and caressing her backside. She gasped and jumped forwards, glowering at him with fiery hatred.
\"No.\" she hissed, spitting at him. He merely sighed and flicked it from his cheek, narrowing his eyes towards her, taking on a more threatening tone once again. \"My little whore, you wish to be defiant? Very well... take her to my room.\"
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Author\'s Note: I\'ll try to update as soon as possible, dearies. My brain is in a sort of lull at the moment but I\'ll try my best to whip it into working order soon. Thanks for reading.
The realization that he wasn\'t going to simply release her hit the sharp tongued cat demon like a whip.
Perhaps she had been too stunned at the time of her kidnapping to really put up a decent fight. Or maybe her thoughts had been much too muddled for her to think clearly. Whatever the reason, she suddenly felt almost too aware of her dire and woeful situation as they came to a halt before the looming manor. Her new home, or rather prison.
His soft cooing in her ear did not quite impress but the strangely soothing touch of his hands along her bare forearms caused her to emerge from her panicked musings quite abruptly. She sat up rigidly in his lap, hands clasped tightly. Suddenly, she felt his grasp fall away from her tensed arms, tracing slow circles along her back and making their way further down and further still until they finally came upon her tail. He ran a fingertip over its furry edge briefly, chuckling as she jumped, making it quite obvious to him how sensitive it was. \"You know, this experience doesn\'t have to be all bad, kitten...just relax...\"
He let his hands roam around her, rubbing along her inner thighs gently. She squealed and squirmed, finally parting her lips to spout protest.
\"Get your filthy hands off of me, you twisted monster!\" she hissed frigidly.
\"The only monster I see here is you, my dear,\" he drawled with a grin, tweaking her ear.
She growled, leaping fromhis lap as the carriage door swung open. Immediately she found herself on the ground with a wince plastered across her lips, a mammoth guard pressing his foot against her back. Her captor tutted behind her as he stepped carefully onto the paved path, crouching down. He brushed a tawny curl away from her eyes, taking her chin between his thumb and index finger and forcing her to look up at him.
\"If you defy me you will suffer the consequences. Know this.\" He spoke calmly, although his eyes glittered with intent warning. He then motioned to the guard who lifted his foot and hauled her to her own feet, shoving her forwards with a heavy hand. She shot the burly man a glare before averting her gaze forwards, taking in the haughty sight of the manor. She swallowed.
\"Ah, I had nearly forgotten the civil pleasantries. Your name? My, don\'t give me such a look pet, for you will tell me it sooner or later. Oh well, \'tis up to you. I am Aerin; however that information is little use to you due to the fact that you will be addressing me as Master for the rest of your stay here. And believe me, it is not a mere visit...\" He murmured, taking the chain that bound the manacles upon her wrists in his hand. He tugged her forwards easily, seemingly unaware of her cries and struggles as they ascended the polished steps and entered the grand hall. Her panic ceased momentarily as she was struck by the beauty of the place, decked out in gold and ebony and marble. Long satin draperies hung from each impossibly tall window, crimson pillows and mahogany lounges scattered in various corners of the room. Tall cabinets filled with glittering novelties and trinkets adorned a few walls along with many paintings of sceneries and various portraits.
She stood in awe for a moment, but only a moment. Soon her appreciation turned sour as she noted the countless women tending to certain tasks, scrubbing and cleaning, fluffing and dusting. They were all garbed in the similar attire of chains and immodest gowns that bore each and every asset they had to offer quite lewdly. She gaped in disgust and loathing, oblivious to Vincent who stood grinning behind her. This was the type of reaction he had expected out of her and was relishing in it.
Soon she would be one of them, draped in silk, docile and submissive. He licked his lips at the thought of breaking her wild heart, fingers tightening around the chain. He leaned towards her. \"You like what you see, kitten? I\'m sure they would all be more than happy to introduce themselves to you...\" He whispered with a smirk, reaching down and caressing her backside. She gasped and jumped forwards, glowering at him with fiery hatred.
\"No.\" she hissed, spitting at him. He merely sighed and flicked it from his cheek, narrowing his eyes towards her, taking on a more threatening tone once again. \"My little whore, you wish to be defiant? Very well... take her to my room.\"
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Author\'s Note: I\'ll try to update as soon as possible, dearies. My brain is in a sort of lull at the moment but I\'ll try my best to whip it into working order soon. Thanks for reading.