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It's strange, and even funny. You really didn't plan this.
Lying on the couch, scratching your captor's furry, fluffy ears above you. He purred, like a cat does when its owner pets it. Except this situation is the opposite.
He's so small, and his fluffy tail makes you want to stay a little longer, even if your stomach is growling.
Right, your stomach. You haven't eaten since you left the bar, or since you woke up in this weird house. Even though Ren offered you food, you had the strange intuition that you shouldn't eat anything he offered you. It could be anything, poison, drugs, or something else.
“Are you sure you don't want to eat something?" His voice, sweet, lively, energetic, resonates through your ears, through your mind. He is being kind, generous. A mercy for you to take.
“Do not worry about me" A lie, you just don't want to get involved further. You would rather starve than accept your defeat.
He snorts, clearly annoyed, his claws tracing lines across your chest. His tail begins to move methodically.
“You should stop being stubborn. You know you can't escape from here"
You must NOT accept this fate. It's wrong, clearly wrong. You have a family to take care of at the end of the day, and he shall not keep you forever.
You're sure they'll start looking for you soon.
He rolls his eyes, adjusting his position to sit on your lap, hands glued to your belly, caressing, massaging.
“They won't miss you. In fact, they'll be glad you're gone" His sweet words enter your ears once again. “They don't deserve you, none of them. They don't see you the same way I do”
Manipulation, distortion of reality. He wants to make you think that they don't want you, that you have no value to them. He wants you to stay here, forever, and ever, and ever.
A person, or something close to it. A pet, someone for him to care for and love. An object, easy to discard if he gets tired of you.
Bullshit, nothing he says makes sense. Your children love you, your husband adores you, you have the job of your dreams, a nice house to live in, parents and–
And…
They won't look for you... right?
Why would they do that, after all? You are disposable, a woman at the mercy of society. You are nothing, nothing at all.
Ren runs his hands under your shirt, sharp claws being (not very) careful not to hurt you. You ended up gaining a few pounds after your last pregnancy.
“Don't worry, I'll take great care of you" His toothy smile tries to comfort you, but fails. You can see the excitement in his eyes.
“Why me?" You ask, a single tear running down your left cheek. You don't deserve this, you need to go home.
“Your body... is perfect" Ren takes a deep breath at the sight of your exposed belly, his erection trapped in his pants, screaming to be freed. When did he…?
This is a first. You never felt the same after giving birth three times, you never felt desired by any man. Which is good, because you are a married woman, and should be devoted to your only husband.
“Ren... stop” You ask shyly, your hands taking his to make him stop touching you. “I'm not going to do this”
He is taken by surprise, but his expression is replaced by a bizarre smile. He won't stop just because you want him to.
“Honey, I'm just doing you a favor. How long has it been since you got fucked the way you want?”
Dirty words trying to deceive you. He wants you to stop fighting, to stop resisting the repressed desire so much.
Why don't you give up already? Won't he make you feel good?
You loosen your grip on his hands, allowing him to touch your belly again. And he smiles, staring hungrily at the abundant meat there.
These eyes, you never saw them again. Eyes of desire, eyes of hunger, eyes of lust. Does he really have no problem with your extra fat?
If it were another man, he would certainly have discarded you by now.
You feel dizzy, the heat consuming your entire body, making you feel weak. Weak from hunger, too weak to fight back.
Your cheeks are burning.
Ren moves one of his hands to your thigh, making circular movements while looking directly at your horny face. He starts to pant, starts to feel like he's going to explode at any moment.
But he can't, he shouldn't. Not with a woman as pure as you.
You are a mother, after all. And mothers are precious, sensitive, warm and their bodies are the most beautiful thing there is.
It must be some kind of fetish of his. Older woman, experienced mother, calm and sweet because that's how you should be. This is how society sees you and only sees you.
“It's beautiful..." Ren speaks as he begins to slowly take off your shirt, exposing your large, voluminous breasts. Ready to give milk, ready to be sucked.
He gently picks them up with both hands, making gentle movements, testing their softness.
They are so soft, so soft. The thought crosses your mind, and fills you with joy.
He licks them, both of them, his teeth being careful not to hurt you. You must be sensitive to being touched like this after so long.
“Precious, just precious" He whispers to you, praising you, applauding you for the natural beauty of your body. Kind, careful, sweet.
Not that your husband isn't like that, but... it's different when it's another man telling you that. It's invigorating, pleasurable, comforting. It makes you think you're still beautiful after all these years.
“What a good mother you are, so calm, so obedient" He purrs, his tail moving from side to side. “Good mothers deserve a break, don't you think?” Ren asks rhetorically, already aware of your answer. “So please, just relax. I'll make you feel really, really good”