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Things had gone well, as expected. Still, nerves thrummed under his skin, making him shake slightly.
Scarlet had opened her arms to him and he had jumped into them, transforming into his beast form eagerly. He huddled close, nuzzling her neck and vowing to never let go. He focused so that his claws didn’t dig into her as he clung onto her.
He was proud of himself. He’d bravely volunteered himself for a plan that had been a grand success, one that even helped in saving other slaves from the awful trafficking ring, from a fate similar to the one he had been prisoner of too, once.
A fate that Scarlet had delivered him from. One that for Scarlet, and for the greater good, he was willing to risk.
A gamble that had been fruitful, but left him frayed.
He couldn’t wait to be back in Scarlet’s home, back in her bedroom, where she sometimes let him sleep as a beast.
Considering the exertion of the evening, she brushed off everyone trying to get her attention on the way, whether it be the prince or servants. She was solely focused on Nanaka’s needs that she noticed wordlessly.
She chose him. Everything else could wait, according to her. The thought left him happy and warm, and he nuzzled into her shoulder more, trying to be as close to her as possible.
She closed the doors to her bedroom and Nanaka immediately jumped from her arms and onto her bed. He spied his attendant uniform cleanly folded on the nearby nightstand, but he ignored it for the time being.
He rolled on her bedsheets, basking in Scarlet’s familiar scent. Home. Sanctuary. He rolled back and forth, pushing his face into them, to get as much of her scent on him and as much of his scent on her bed as he could.
He heard behind him her heeled footsteps that he knew so well, had memorized even when she was still only his assassination target. She sat beside him on the bed and caressed his fur. He desperately leaned into her touch.
He rubbed his muzzle against her palm. It wasn’t enough. He crawled onto her laps and pushed his head against her side as she gently petted him. It wasn’t enough.
He transformed into a human suddenly, a split second decision from his uninhibited wants, relief and need equally swirling through him.
What he wanted was her hug and to hug her back, skin to skin. To have her hands against his broad back and to have his face fit perfectly into the crook of her neck. He wanted her comfort, human to human, even if beastman one may be-
He wanted so much.
His slave clothes having been shed back right when he had transformed after the auction, his human form was now naked. But, last time that this had happened she hadn’t minded. So this was okay, wasn’t it? Perhaps this was another way in which he was a special exception to her.
Sitting in her laps, he hugged her tightly, pulling her body flush against him. Scarlet didn’t recoil, but his sharp beastkin hearing picked up on her breath’s hitch. The sound made something stir in him, a spear of heat shooting through him not unlike his innate hunter’s instincts.
Nanaka didn’t feel threatened by all the men around Scarlet, hanging onto her attention. He felt some level of pity and disdain for them to be sure: Didn’t they get the clue that she wasn’t interested? If anything, the dragon was the one he had to look out for.
He was confident that she didn’t have interest in typical men, and if her physical touch and affection was any indication, Nanaka truly was the one closest to her.
And that wasn’t because she saw him as a pet. She didn’t. Could she, even? He doubted it. She had made that much clear with their last mission.
And yet, she insisted on undermining his manly nature. It was often frustrating, but at least it made him confident that this wouldn’t scare her off. After all, he was only repaying her physical attentions in kind, only asking for cuddles after a rough night after many times she’d offered physical comfort.
Or, that was what he would convince them both.
He rubbed the crook of his lips against her cheek, instincts taking over as Nanaka let his every urge and whim run wild. His scent gland and the saliva it produced marked her, and it only made him more restless.
Yes, there was one thing tonight had made clear. She was his, but most importantly he was hers. Hers.
Hers.
He wanted her scent on him and his all over her. Down to every nook and cranny. All over. Deep into their skins, into their flesh, into the fabric of their beings.
He moved his hands up her neck and into her hair as he rubbed his face against her own, against her neck and her chest, his lips tracing lines down her bare skin. He felt the goosebumps he caused along her skin…
Her hands came to rest against his shoulder blades in surprise at his actions, and he shuddered at the contact. His hips moved ever so slightly on their own, without his conscious decision. Slight gyrations, a back and forth that sent little sparks of pleasure through his veins.
He moaned against her neck, shivering. He couldn’t resist getting a taste of her, letting his tongue meet her skin and his teeth graze her.
His mouth made wet sounds as he lapped at her skin and left trails of saliva, and he inhaled deeply mid-slobbering whenever he could to get wafts of her scent.
They were on her bed, and this was where they belonged.
This was his home. She was his home. She was his.
The world felt perfect and truly safe in that moment, and he felt bold enough to claim what he thought was his. But there were no games, between him and Scarlet. Every card was played in plain sight, each of their moves felt like something familiar and expected— If it hadn’t been for tonight.
"Nanaka?" Her breathless voice made his manhood harden, and he ignored the tinge of worry in it as he looked at her face. He stared lovingly into her eyes, longing and flushed. Yet before her lips could form another word his tongue was crashing against hers.
Teeth grazed lips and bit gently on tongues. Her kiss was forceful, just like her nature. There was no thought given to moving her nose out of the way, or making sure that her lips didn’t push hard enough to bruise. He panted into her hot mouth, feeling warm shudders wrack his body.
He would make her tremble just as she did him.
When his lips left hers, a string of saliva briefly linked their mouths still. He pushed her down onto her back, her form framed by the bedsheets that smelled like both of them. She looked up at him with her lips slightly parted. He relished in the sight. Yes, they’d been made for this moment.
He rubbed his hips against hers with abandon. His manhood was naked for her to see, and yet her eyes stayed transfixed to his face with wonder.
His eyes softened at such a lovely expression, but his heat died down none.
He wanted to mark her.
He wanted her warmth. He wanted her skin.
His hands sneaked under her clothes, running up on her skin brashly. He was happy to have trimmed his claws or else he would have left claw marks and torn her dress. The frills of her outfit made his exploration harder, but the chase for her skin only made his nerves go wilder. His hips now thrusted against the junction of her thighs, against her lady parts. His hardening erection slapped and pushed against a slightly concave— and wet?— spot, and his pupils dilated.
"Nanaka-" His name on her tongue was divine. He mashed his hips against hers, rubbing them together up and down, holding her hips snuggly with his hands under her clothes, directly on her singeing skin.
Closer, he needed them to be closer.
Sweat was forming on his skin, and his body felt warmer and warmer, burning with desire. His dick was throbbing.
He felt her thighs clench ever so slightly around his hips, and it was all the reminder he needed to keep his eyes on the prize. He looked down at her nether regions and his next course of action felt fully rational. Lucid. Evident.
He briefly parted from her to erratically tug down her underwear, pulling it over her legs. He folded her legs to aid him, and he was glad to have her bloomers removed in one piece. Ruining his lady’s clothes wouldn’t do. He didn’t have the patience nor faculties to fold her underwear so he tossed them over his shoulder.
He stared, wide eyed. So this was a woman’s parts…? The pink flesh looked tempting, full of potential and surprises… He did know the basics of mating, of course- But he’d be lying if he said he was confident in what he was doing.
But with Scarlet, he trusted that they could do it. His body thrummed with eagerness and told him as much.
It smelled so very enticing. Was this what this side of Scarlet smelled like? He inhaled deeply to enjoy the scent in his lungs.
He let his fingers caress and explore her folds. Scarlet gasped and bit her lip. His fingertips pressed against a wet hole he found in them, and Scarlet jolted. Ah, so this was it.
He smiled.
He let his middle finger slip in, and the wetness and clenching of her walls almost swallowed it up. He gasped and instinctively pulled it out. He flushed, lips parted in wonder and excitement. She was so ready. Ready for him.
It made electricity rush to his dick, made it stand even more to attention. She even had this side of him trained already…
Her face was flushed too. She looked at him with a face full of emotions, gripping onto her pillow with one hand as she breathed heavily. He couldn’t blame her, the air was getting scorching hot between them, so much that his skin burned.
Perhaps he should help her out of her troublesome clothes. As his lady’s attendant, it was only proper… Especially as he was naked for her already.
The thought flew out of his mind as the heel of her shoe pushed against his hip- Her thighs squeezed on his sides as her foot dug into his back, Scarlet showing her impatient side.
A shudder ran through him at his lady asking for him like this, laying under him. And he would oblige, would abandon himself to this.
He ran wild. He aligned his dick with her entrance and raked up her skirts in a frenzy and thrusted-
He went in smoothly and his mind exploded. She took all of him, her body eagerly eating him up. She immediately clenched on him and his eyes rolled back as he hissed and ground his teeth. It was divine.
He let his tongue hang out of his mouth as he panted heavily, rutting his hips against her with a full lack of coordination or elegance. He hit her walls so wonderfully- He couldn’t help moaning.
His hands fisted her skirts desperately, using them as leverage in his rut. His slack jaw made him drool, but hitting her insides at a new angle made his hair stand on ends and he snapped back to reality.
He raked his hands up higher, up her sides and greeting her breasts from below. He kneaded them and thumbed at her erect nipples, as curious and giddy as inexperienced. He wondered how such a strong person could have such soft tender skin.
She laid under him, staying still if not for his thrusts moving her up and down rhythmically with the strength of them. She moaned softly, biting down on her lips lightly without losing an inch of her elegance. God, her voice made him throb—
She started thrusting back against him with her own well-paced rhythm, correcting his reckless frenzy and leading him into a controlled pace. It was hard not to follow his own urges for erratic speed, but to compensate he thrusted harder, more sharply and harshly.
She gasped out, arching her back. The angle of her warm walls on his dick changed and he hummed, pleased.
He thrusted in again and again ruthlessly, and he knew she could take it, that she wouldn’t want it any other way. Again- And again- until the push and pull made unholy wet noises, until he felt himself shivering and trembling, until…
"Scarlet—…" He said her name softly.
Her face trying and failing to regain composure beckoned him… He bent down to kiss her, tongue meeting tongue. He wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her tightly to him as they swapped saliva and he dominated her mouth alongside her pussy. The hums and moans she let out sent heated vibrations against his tongue.
His mouth left hers but she chased, trying to reclaim his lips. Her tongue hung out, and she made a depraved sight that filled him with animalistic urges.
Then she felt a bump along the length of his dick. A swelling near the base, becoming bigger and bigger like an inflating ball.
"Wait, what is-" Her lower lips tugged on it as it slid into her slick insides and she yelped.
"Is that— is that a beastman thing…?!" Her voice, although keeping the usual graceful tone of his lady, was alarmed.
She slapped one hand over her mouth and bashfully looked away. "I suppose I do like a challenge…"
He blushed and nuzzled her neck, as agreement or apology he wasn’t sure. He wanted to mark her so much. He let his canines graze her neck as he moaned.
The pulling on his knot as pushing in became harder was languorous, entry growing tighter and tighter. He slowed down ever so slightly to enjoy the sensual clenching of her on him, whimpering and growing feverish. He teased her entrance with his knot over and over again with short thrusts. Precum was leaking out and it made the squelching noises of his knot plugging her up louder.
She suppressed a moan with a shaky exhale and her eyes rolled up for a moment against her best efforts.
"Hm- Yes~ That knot sure- packs a punch." She said with the most elegant voice she could muster, while another shiver wracked her legs and made her toes curl.
It made him terribly horny, wanting nothing more to both bask in her perfect self and to reduce her to unladylike behavior. Taking her like this from beneath her voluminous frilly skirts already felt blasphemous. A low prisoner like him as he’d been, a slave turned servant, staining her expensive clothes with their combined fluids would have been unthinkable, and yet... He wanted to make an animal out of her. She was his to claim.
Her neck was bared to him and something instinctive in him pulled him to it. The sight made him go wild, made him melt. With a hand he tugged her collar down as he leaned to kiss her collarbone. He so wished to nip her there. A little something, but subtle enough to not be a problem to hide. Enough for him to feel terribly smug when they’ll walk the hallways side by side as lady and attendant the next day.
With these thoughts, soon his kissing turned into licking lines onto her skin, then suckling it into lovebites. Then, his teeth peeked out to gnaw and bite down ever so slightly. Then harder, firmer, deeper—
She gasped at feeling his fangs on her. She tugged harshly at his hair to pry his lips away from her slobbered neck and he whined. Her voice commanded authority. "Bad! Biting is bad!" She clenched on him as hard as she could and gave harsh thrusts of her hips against him as if in punishment, breaking his slow pace.
He whined and let out a shaky breath at her stern face, looking at him this way while her warm hand was still tangled in his hair. He felt like putty in her hands, but he looked down and saw the teeth mark he’d left on her and it made him want to let his fire rage on.
He grunted as he thrusted in as hard as he could, with harsh whips of his hips. She took him fully and the sound of their hips slapping against each other echoed in her large bedroom. He felt his dick hit her cervix— She cried out.
"Harder! I want to feel you punching up my insides! How- Wonderful…-"
He obliged and followed his lady’s orders, thrusting as ruthlessly as he could, with quick and deep strokes. He panted as his eyes kept coming back to the mark he’d made on her collarbone and fixating on it. Except that now, the fact that she could later hide his mark on her easily felt deeply unsatisfying.
He could do better than that.
Pushing against her grip on his hair, he rushed to her neck again, his mouth hungrily sucking and biting just under her ear. She moaned in rhythm with his thrusts, and his tongue on her neck made her shudder. His lips quirked upwards.
Satisfied with the pretty red color his lovebite had become, he instead caught her dangly earring between his teeth and smirked as he looked into her eyes while fucking her. Her face flushed such a beautiful shade~
This time her reprimand came much too late to pretend that she wanted to stop him. Or perhaps he was just that good at fucking her principles out of her, because either way when she tugged at his hair again it was only hard enough to feel like teasing. He was surprised to find that he didn’t dislike the sensation… He stared into her eyes rebelliously, with mischief in his eyes.
"Or perhaps I should punch you with my womb instead? You seem to like that plenty, maybe it’ll teach you to behave." She smirked, the way she usually did when she was feeling dangerous. Unlike those times though, her eyes brimmed with affection. It made him melt, made him eager to hand his leash over to her and be used at her whims. Just like her words promised, her hips struck back at just the right angle that the tip of his dick kissed her uterus, even with his knot filling her up beyond normal capacity.
"I suppose I shouldn’t expect you to be well-mannered since this is your first time, excitable as a puppy..." She spoke breathily and shuddered, but her voice was so elegant that it made his hips falter and buck.
"Paw." She instructed and in a flash he’d put his hand into her palm. She interlaced their fingers and he gripped it tightly as he held onto his strength to not fuck her into the wall. The harsh gyrations of her hips and tight clenching of her walls helped keep him in check.
His knot made popping noises as every pulling out made ripples of pleasure course through them. It felt so good that his will faltered and he could only mindlessly rut and buck to her rhythm. He panted uncontrollably.
"Tongue." She said, and he obediently let his tongue hang out of his mouth. She put a hand to his cheek and brought him to her softly. Her breath puffed against his tongue as she whispered. "Good boy."
She put her lips and tongue to his and they messily made out. He let her lead, but kept his eyes half-lidded to watch her, with her bright red face and pretty furrowed brows, shift this way and that as she kissed because she just couldn’t get enough of him.
He leaned forward more, attempting to get the upper hand as he used his tongue to invade her mouth. She whimpered and after a long moment he drew back, the string of spit still linking them shifting into drool instead.
She opened her eyes, surprised, and it was then that he shifted to take her thumb still near his jaw into his mouth. He bit lightly on it, staring into her eyes. She seemed to have lost her voice at his action- but then let out the highest pitched moan he’d heard so far.
He perked up, proud of having elicited such a sound from his mate. His eyes narrowed in self-satisfaction and he caressed the underside of her thumb with his tongue, seductively kissing the fingerpad as he pressed down with his teeth just enough to spark a sense of danger in her, pulling it deeper into his mouth until his teeth grazed against her knuckle.
She moaned again and again, going higher and higher due to his deep thrusts and the way she stared at the show he was putting on. He truly loved how wet she was for him…
His knot was still growing and she kept taking more and more of him. It still wasn’t enough to satisfy her appetite it seemed. He wondered if there was anything this woman couldn’t take. Shall he reward her by giving her more?
For once it was his opportunity to tease, his opportunity to act superior as his arms strongly held him up towering over her, as he sat hunched between her, above her and inside her. She was usually so hard to pin down, so hard to have her listen as you spoke, to his frequent exasperation. This was his opportunity for payback, while she was laying speechless and pliable under his touch.
Her moans were getting quite cute… And she was making the cutest expressive faces, with wide eyes and surprised, round, perky little mouths.
"You’re adorable, Scarlet." He couldn't resist his smirk as he leaned to lick her, from the corner of her mouth to up her cheek. He took the opportunity to rub his face against her again, making sure to leave his scent on her. He nuzzled, harder and more insistently, nuzzled into her until he couldn’t possibly push himself deeper into her body.
And reaching new depths he did— They both gasped, their hips faltering for a moment before his pace picked up in speed even more.
There came a time when a lady ought to elegantly admit defeat. His knot overpowered her will and body, she couldn’t brute strength her way through taking his rough coupling much more. His knot grew to a monstrous size so much so that she was reaching physical limits.
She of course would never tap out —didn’t want to—, would hold on until the very end, but she was past outmatching his intensity. She held onto her bedsheets for dear life and let herself be ravished.
The resistance of his knot’s size entering her every time Nanaka pulled out and thrusted forward made their rhythm jagged, her lips stretching impossibly wide as her hole was abused and their hips stuttered.
He pushed in mercilessly with efforts and whined at the strain that pulling out put on his sensitive dick. He did it again and again, pushing them both to the brink of sanity before he realized with a fullbody shiver that he couldn’t force his knot out anymore. They were tied.
His body heat skyrocketed, he felt dizzy as he tugged at where they were joined with his hips. It was no use, she was fully stretched out and wouldn’t budge.
Her pussy felt so snug— with the pressure of her cervix against his tip on one end and her lips against his knot on the other, he almost felt constricted. How could he feel both on top of the world and like prey?
His breathing quickened. He clawed at her bedsheets on both sides of her as he frantically rutted for any friction at all.
But instead of friction, what he got was tug and pull, clenching around his dick and his hard knot. He desperately shoved his hips up and down but all it did was drag her on the bed, locked onto his dick as she was. Scarlet whined.
"Nanaka, don’t—" Her hips shook as she lost her voice. She trembled.
He did. Thrusting as well as he could, rearing back just enough to be able to thrust back against her womb in something like a punch and a kiss. Her whine rose impossibly high and her voice broke.
If he was stuck and couldn’t go in one direction, couldn’t retreat, then the only thing that was left was pushing forward. It was Scarlet that taught him that.
"Aahn- Aa aah…- Ahn-" He moaned continuously, thrust after thrust, through the wet noises and the skin of their stomachs caressed each other.
He would no longer push and pull, he would push and push and push.
He hit straight on her bullseye.
She clenched. His eyes widened.
" Oh —"
He lost his voice.
And they came undone.
He tore holes through her bedsheets and her legs shook wrapped around his hips. Her heel would leave a bruise.
He sent ropes of his cum inside her. The realization hit him late in his mindblown state, and in that moment the thought of breeding her was the hottest thing he could conceive. Her walls fluttered against him and sucked him dry.
Time slowed and felt like molasses as they came back down together, his cock nuzzled in her.
It would take some time for his knot to deflate. He looked down at where they were joined lazily, and felt glad that his knot was preventing his seed from spilling out. He flushed, but didn’t admonish himself for the thought.
His head rested on her chest, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck and hands laying in his hair, and he moved his arms to tightly embrace her.
There was nothing on his mind but tenderness and love. With his head just below the crook of her neck, his eye caught her long side bang, that dangled below her chin. He batted at it playfully, enjoying the afterglow. She opened her eyes and watched him with an amused smile.
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the bite mark he’d left on her. He paused.
He went to it and licked it gently, slowly. What started as soothing his mate’s wound and apologizing in his own way turned into a grooming session as his tongue went on to lick with purpose at her neck and shoulders, both fond and protective.
Scarlet chuckled breathlessly, her hands caressing his hair as her fingers went to gently massage his scalp.
He looked at her then, and truly knew that there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Scarlet.
This was his bothersome lady that landed him in quite some dangerous situations. But she’d always save him, he knew, and he’d always be ready to bask in her rewards. She never had to tug on his leash, he’d follow her to the end of the world.
He was hers, but most importantly...
"Scarlet…" Her name left his lips without any goal.
He smiled softly, enjoying the taste of it. Of her being his. His lady. His world.
Now that she’d given him his will and freedom, now that she willingly put her life in his hands, all he wanted to do was cherish and cradle it. And the reverse, too, was true. She would hold his heart with her, it was hers to beckon and direct.
His knot was still in her, and somehow this felt like the right time to speak what he had on his heart. He held her tighter and entangled his leg in hers.
"This one time with the auction was because of the debt I owed you, but never let me go again. You can’t." He nuzzled his face into her neck. His mouth was close to her ear. "We’re even now."
The true depth of his words was obvious. Nothing would be able to separate them from then on.
She nodded and tightened her arms around him too. "We are." She said softly and closed her eyes.
He loved Scarlet. If she simply kept him by her side, he would be content. And yet, if she was to allow him anything more, he would shamelessly take advantage of any opportunity.
Like the one he was seeing right now as he watched her. She was awfully vulnerable to attacks right now~ He kissed her lips deeply.
He leaned forward more and she shifted to get more comfortable— But they both flinched when their hypersensitive spots tingled with the movement. Small electric shocks coursed through him in and their kiss faltered. She arched her back and whined softly.
They looked into each other’s eyes.
Yep, round two.
Her foot sensually caressed up his back to beckon him towards her, and he pounced.
They needed more of each other yet. Nothing else weighed on their minds anymore.
The early morning sun’s rays warmed her sleeping figure. Her mind was far, far away, but she felt fully at peace amongst her crumpled bedsheets. The warm thing she was resting against moved away and the bed shifted, but she simply rolled over and continued to slumber.
Much later, someone shook her shoulders. She heard a voice calling out to her, and it dragged her from her sleep.
"-ady Scarlet? My lady, it’s time to wake up."
She opened her eyes. Sunlight greeted her as she sat up, blanket neatly folded over her thighs.
She drowsily saw Nanaka at her bedside carrying a tray, ever the faithful attendant in his creaseless uniform.
"Yesterday was an hectic and eventful day for you, so I thought you might appreciate breakfast in bed." He seemed right back to normal today after yesterday’s slave auction, she was proud of his steel willpower. He smiled at her and she smiled back.
He set the tray on her laps, and she was pleased to see a bagel egg sandwich with salad arranged to perfection, with hints of her favorite spices in its smell. The tea called to her first, and she took the teacup daintily to have a sip, noticing it was a blend she was unfamiliar with.
It was when she brought it to her lips, looking down, that she noticed something unusual. Right there on her cleavage was a bite mark. A purple-red color marred her pale cream skin in a hard to miss fashion, and the teeth’s shapes around it suggested a heated moment shared by two.
She paid attention to the way her body felt sore. It felt unlike her muscles after going through the strain of fighting. Memories came back to her, and suddenly the events during the slave auction were the furthest thing on her mind.
She looked back to the tea. It had notes of ginger. Ah. Contraceptive tea, was it? And this breakfast in bed… Nanaka truly had a charming way of unnecessarily apologizing.
She sipped her tea, a smile dancing on her lips.
When she looked back at him though, standing beside her bed with his arms folded behind his back as he waited for her to be done, it wasn’t the expression of a puppy or a school boy with a crush that she saw.
His devilish smirk, smug from having seen where her gaze had strayed, let her know that the future had new things to throw at her.
How very exciting. Her fists clenched in anticipation.