Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

Her words were more then a little bit amusing to Marcus, for her to say that she had it because she had chosen not to give it up seemed so naive. Perhaps that was how it worked with humans who chose not to be promiscuous but among his kind, in the pack strength was everything. You either had to be strong enough to defend what was yours and keep it from being taken or if you were fortunate then you had those around you with the strength to keep you safe and well protected. Unfortunately for the little fox sitting in his lap there was no one in the pack stronger then her new owner, if there had been then he wouldn't have been able to hold onto his position as Alpha for as long as he had, and he didn't plan to give it up to anyone any time soon. With a small scoff to show her how little he thought of such sentimentality his hands began to move, from her hips down over to her legs and ontop of her knees, from there slowly sliding upward and pushing up the material of her skirt as they did, the rough calluses on his fingers and palms contrasting with the silky smooth skin of her legs. He might be willing to wait for a little while before he took her but... no reason he couldn't take his time to tease her a bit and he would likely enjoy himself a little bit as well. Perhaps you will be able to make yourself useful as a teacher. He mused into her ear, his voice thick now not only with his partial change but also with growing lust, evident in the bulge that was growing in his pants by the moment, the heat coursing through his body, the heavier breathing, and of course by the movement of his hands, a rhythmic squeezing of of his fingers followed by a release and a slide ever so slightly upward before repeating, testing and enjoying her body and reactions in equal measure. Teaching those less experienced how they could become as proficient as you are when it comes to picking the pockets of suitably distracted men... maybe even giving a lesson or two in dance. However you still end up belonging to me, any lessons that you might be giving will take place when you aren't serving me in any way that I desire, as a dancer, a concubine, even if I decide to use you as a breeder then you will have no choice in the matter. Her question about what it was like had thrown him a little bit though, its not that he couldn't answer but more that he wasn't sure where to start with it. My pack. He said, his hands continuing their relentless if rather lazy movement. And yes they are my pack... all kinds are welcome there provided they are willing to work and contribute in some way, the only exception being those of great youth or great age... though the older members often teach and mentor the newest. We get by separate from humans, one of the few places where those like us can live all on our own and embrace what we are without fear of some religious extremists or human purists hunting us down. In my pack the strong have what they want and the weak either learn to serve the strong or become strong themselves to hold onto what it is they want... survival of the fittest is what we embrace and if you want to survive there I would suggest you embrace me. I am after all the strongest, the best one to keep you safe. HE chuckled now, his fingers just inches, a small shift or two away from the junction of her thighs. So my little fox, why don't you tell me just how happy you are that you are to be given an opportunity to serve me.