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Thread: Dampylle and Me

She followed after him, feeling like she was a child now as he spoke to her of things she did not know. She watched him as they walked and seemed interested in what he was saying, but some of it was going over her head a little, but it seemed to click a little at a time. She heard him talk about the facilities and wondered if any dresses were here or anything more femenine for her to wear, and if not if he had some sort of shewing machine or even thread an needle to make something for herself since she did not want to wear her dress for the rest of her life stuck in this forest with him. Entering the room for the shower she listened to him as he told her of letting her stay and nodded slowly, As I said before, thank you. She repeated before entering and starting the water, allowing it to flow and warm up before she began stripping off her dress and put it aside on a chair. She looked around just as she got to removing her corset wondering if he was still there watching her in case he did not trust her or if he was going to walk away, either was fine with her, she did not mind if he wanted to watch her bathe, hell he could join her if he wanted to. She stripped the rest of her clothing off and set it to the side before going and getting under the water, feeling it relaxing her body as the water flowed over her perfectly sculpted figure, her long hair soaked against her back while a few bangs strayed and became matter to her cheeks, water flowing down her neck over and between her firm and perfect breasts, then over her flat tummy, to her hairless womanhood, and finally over her curvy hips and tone rear, down her long slender legs and dainty feet. She was beautiful and closed her eyes as she ran her face under the water to wipe away any dirt there might have been then she began washing her hair and body, only missing her back with the rag, but she did not see a scrub brush to get it with so she tried her best, but just left it for later until she could ask him if there was a scrub brush to use. Finally she put in the leave in conditioner and remained under the hot water singing softly to herself as she bathed, her voice soft, beautiful and perfectly on key with every note. It was an old lovers song, one she had been taught by her mother when she was little, but she did not remember the words, and she could barely remember her mother, she had been given away when she was young and her parents were gone.
Thread: Dampylle and Me

D had not expected her to so quickly strip in order to bathe and so soon found himself treated to the sight of her in all her glory seeing everything from her full firm breasts to her bald womanhood and everything in between. He understood why some might seek to seduce her and make her a sexual plaything but he was not such a person. He turned away because it was simply the proper thing to do and simply nodded, You are welcome. With that said he made his way down to the end of the hall and the large master suite there. Once inside he removed his own armor and then the shirt beneath revealing a slim but powerfully muscled body that seemed a perfect match for the unearthly beauty of his face and then let down his long midnight black hair. If she should walk in at that point she would have been treated to the sort of image that was want to set women aflame with desire but such thoughts had not occurred to him so his door stood wide open. He set his sword behind his bed and then walked over to retrieve a talet from a case on his desk. As he had done in the woods he prepared a cup and drank it down without a word. His fathers cursed blood meant he needed to feed in such a manor at least every few days to maintain his supernatural power. He honestly did not know if he had any actual plasma tablets instead of the synthetic as he had long ago trained his body to accept the synthetic. He rolled his powerful shoulders and then stretched a bit as he took a seat and closed his eyes going over the days events in his mind.
Thread: Dampylle and Me

She had relaxed in the bath and cleaned off rather quickly and well, but then realized when she got out she had no clean clothing and so without really thinking about it she dried her hair off with a towel and then brushed it out a little before wrapping the towel around her slender figure, the thing barely managing to cover her from her bust to her mid thigh at best, if she were to bend over anyone would see everything. She made sure she was dried before looking around, figuring she and he were alone so she had no one else to worry about other than him. Heading down the hall she could smell him, despite they were undead you could still smell the musk of a male and his was different, and rather interesting. Finally finding his room she noticed the door was open and stepped in not realizing that he had gotten comfortable. For a moment she wondered who the rather attractive male at the desk was until she realized that it was the same person who had taken and captured her. She was stunned for a moment, just looking at him as he sat there, and even blushed as she gave a soft tap to the door next to her, Um... Dagon... would you happen to have any women's clothing perhaps, or something I may borrow until I can get something more suitable for a lady? She asked, clearly she was not fond of the military outfits that were here and she liked dresses, they were elegant, light, and easy to get off and on. She took a small step back so she was no seen in her towel by him, the blush in her cheeks seemed to go down her neck and to her ears a little as she stood there, a little embarrassed that she had been gawking at him like a young school girl after an attractive man at school. She hoped he could not tell what had happened by her blushing, but then again she really did not care, so what, she was blushing because she found her captor attractive, was that wrong? Probably... now that she thought about it, but hell what woman would not have found him attractive, and he was right there, she wanted so badly to touch, but decided her hands would stay wrapped around her towel to keep it up and in place, occupied.
Thread: Dampylle and Me

He had of course noticed the flushing of her cheeks and the way her gaze had become a tad fixated. He had not expected such a reaction from her though given her earlier comments. Generally he was used to such gazes from those who did not know exactly who and what he was... and on occasion from human women who simply could not resist even knowing. But to see a reaction from even a fledgling vampire was a bit more odd. Most of them were terrified of him and either more so once they saw him unmasked in any sense of the word and realized exactly what he was. Dagon had been given a name of the Nobility because simply put his father had been one of the Vampire Nobles, and that in turn of course meant that Dagon was a Dunpeal. But if one was to believe even half the stories about him... then his strength was more akin to the great elders of the nobility rather than that of a mere Dunpeal halfbreed. Her gaze made him wonder if she was even that attached to her master. Even the most basic of thralls generally had eyes only for their masters and that made him wonder if she even had the normal mental bond with her sire. If not it was likely some trait related to her other unique talents and that would mean even if Michael was afraid of him... he would eventually come for her. That suited D just fine though since he wanted to deal with the vampire for his traitorous lies anyway. He thought for a moment on her question and then stood. This of course caused the occasional flex of his impressive chest or arms as he rose. He walked towards a large wardrobe as he answered her, I do not know... it is possible I might have something left here from when this place was a safe house... before I took it over. Beyond that I fear you will have to wait till I next go into town for anything else. He then opened the wardrobe and withdrew three rather lavish and sinfully seductive gowns. One was done in blood red, another in black, and the last in midnight blue. Of course in the process of retrieving them he also treated her to more glances at his arms and body as his tightly coiled muscles worked just under his pale alabaster skin. He walked towards her and then held the gowns out to her noticing she was clad only in a towel and it did little to hide her lush figure which with the way she was blushing almost gave the image of a women in need of something.... but he doubted that was anywhere close to how she felt.
Thread: Dampylle and Me

Dagon had of course noticed the way a she had flushed and the way her voice seemed forced more into that even tone. He was after all a skilled hunter and so noticing shifts in behavior or small signs that hinted at reactions or motivations was all part of his trade. The fact that her skin actually blushed only made it that much more obvious to him since he did not have to rely on subtle shifts in breathing or body language. He did not however know what to make of it. He was not blind and so he had of course noticed how lovely she was but he still was not sure if he could trust her and so the concept of entertaining such thoughts was not one he could easily entertain. He did not follow her at first though but instead made sure that his sword was close at hand there by his bed as was his habit. Though it was almost impossible to breach the security of this place as the armored outer doors were keyed only to respond to him he was not one who was prone to taking unneeded chances. He likewise kept his body armor on a chair close at hand and off against one wall was a wide brimmed had and a cloak with armored shoulders... his more typical hunter garb. He did not bother donning a shirt as he was comfortable here in his home and saw no reason to do so. He then stood and made his way down the hall meaning to check his storage for actual plasma tablets rather than the synthetics he knew he had on hand. He of course in passing noticed her door cracked and was passing just in time to see her lay there only in her undergarments and obviously flushed. He turned his gaze away though forcing himself to remember he still knew little to nothing about her beyond what she had claimed. A short while later he was opening his most easily accessible storage cache in the stronghold, he had others hidden away in secret compartments or in the lower levels and in hidden rooms, and nodded when he saw he did indeed have several cases of condensed plasma tablets in this one. They worked the same way as the synthetic he had given her earlier... but the difference was they were made by processing actual human blood from medical reserves. In essence a safe way to transport and store human plasma long term... just add water. It was most commonly used for field medical procedures or long term storage at medical facilities but some dunpeals and even if rumors were to be believed the rare vampire had found they worked just as well being used as easily stored and transported rations for those who needed to feed on blood... and without the obvious synthetic tint of the emergency synths.
Thread: My Wolf  {Broken Knight} ;;

Light blue eyes stared down at the massive crate left before her doorway. It was a giant wooden thing, constructed of solid boards and held together by iron nails an earthy scent caked its surface. There were several gaps between the flat timbers, in which, she could make out the vague shape of a dog. Wait. Or was that a human? What in the world? Riley, the one who located the pen, muttered to herself. She poked at the object, peering into the murky shadows to investigate whatever laid inside. Pushing a long strand of brown hair from her face, she finally took notice of a parchment stapled to the box. She ripped the note and brought it into her visual field, quickly reading the inked text. Wolf? she questioned, raising a brow. Nonetheless, the young, haughty-shaped woman continued to gawk at the paper. I didnt... Another sheet caught her attention, and immediately, the college student recognized the writing. Hello Riley sweetie! Its your auntie Catharine your favorite auntie I know! Its around your birthday and I remember some months ago you made mention you wanted a pet. And I also remember how much you loved wolves when you were little, so -- Well honey, I got you one! Dont worry, best of the best for you Riley-pooh! I hope you like him! I ordered him with you in mind. Ive sent a few more packages your way too. You should be getting them soon just some food and stuff for your new friend. Happy Birthday honey pie! Call me more often, okay? Love love auntie Catharine! Oh no, Riley breathed, her eyes widening. True, she had been wanting a pet for some time, but was perfectly content with adopting one from the local pound. She was flattered her aunt, a well-off woman who was the owner of a number of housewifecookingdecor magazines, had taken the liberty, but goodness sake... Umm, wolf? the brunette called out, taking another step away from her apartments entrance. She pursed her lips, managing to crack the crate open, wanting to see her new companion.
Thread: My Wolf  {Broken Knight} ;;

Buying a wolf like him was not cheap, to say the least. Atop of that, the exacting standards that the customer wanted for this particular pet was even more, and not by a few pennies. Genetic engineering and coding took quite a bit of time, plus the customer wanted the process to be expedited, and had to arrive before a certain date, which meant even more. By the time it was done and the package was on the door step, the price tag had landed over six digits. If it was worth it or not, that was for the customer to decide. When she opened up the crate and took a peek inside, she could see a black furred wolf. At least, at first glance, in the darkness of the crate and without further inspection, one might think him actually a wolf. Fortunately, or depending on how the girl saw it, unfortunately, that's not all that he was. Soft black fur, a muzzle, long fluffy canine ears, a long, agile tail, all would leave someone to believe he was merely a wolf. Tho, when he shifted, his arms and legs stretched out, yawning a bit. Waking up from the light, he rubbed his eyes with his fingers. Each of his ten toes spread out and stretched as he let all of his muscles relax. Master? The wolf asks, looking at her from the small crack, his ears going down, wondering what she was up to. Her new wolf didn't distinguish between gender and ownership. He or she, Rio was trained, was still referred to as 'master'. Why she was only cracking the crate a little bit, though, he didn't know, so he remained staying where he was.
Thread: My Wolf  {Broken Knight} ;;

The wolf was a black thing . The creature was rather large, his muscular, furry mass near double the size of her own curvy build. Absentmindedly, she wondered how much tallerbigger he would be than her she being 53 on the best of days. Youre something else, she mumbled, blinking how were canines capable of obtaining such stature? She further examined his slick features, a bemused expression carved upon her porcelain like face. A smile tugged at her lips, and she slipped a finger into the crate to stroke the beasts coat. Yet when he shifted inside his pen, Riley hurriedly withdrew her digit. He didnt seem violent he stretched in his cage in an almost comical fashion. Due to his movements, the girl of twenty two years of age could distinguish his characteristics in greater detail. And perhaps the finer points she was fixated on was the fact, while still very wolf-like, her pet was in a way, human-like too. Gha! she nearly yelled, ceil-colored eyes gawking down at him. He was so advanced - beautiful - no way she could have ever found anything like him in a shelter. A silly golden retriever didnt come close to how mysterious this animal was. He spoke, his tone questioning. Riley bit her bottom lip nervously and pulled the opening to Rios box fully open. She took a step back and motioned him to venture inside her dwellings. How does one act in this situation? Oh aunt Cath, what have you've gotten me into? , she thought, though with a sway of her legs, continued to beckon him out of the wooden object. Err -- come inside. Please, she paused the brunette was clearly anxious. And please dont call me that.
Thread: My Wolf  {Broken Knight} ;;

When the wolf stood up out of the crate, stretching himself out, he murrs happily, stretching his paws over his head. Rio was easily a foot taller than she was, and when he stretched out she'd quickly notice that he wasn't wearing any clothes, as his sheath was inches from her face. Of course, if she knew anything about wolves, that was what housed his, well, for lack of better term, his manhood. When she invited him inside, he walks where she points, his tail swaying happily. Don't call you what, Master? Rio asks happily, a smile on his face. Looking down at her, he was much taller than her, firmly stacked with muscle, his large canine form would be intimidating to most people. However, when he looks at her, his brown eyes are soft, he's always smiling and his tail sways happily. More over, he was all hers. Rio wouldn't ever see another female as attractive or as his mate, unless she specificially dictated so. As he stands in front of her, one has to wonder if she knew the depths of control she had over the beast before her. Father says that the person who opens my crate is, and always will be my master, Master. Although Father did tell me that your name is Riley. I didn't tell him, but I think your name is adorable, Master. He says, chirping away happily. She didn't seem to be talking much, so his words were filling the air between them, at least until she was more comfortable.
Thread: My Wolf  {Broken Knight} ;;

Riley watched her wolf pull himself from the pen. Firstly, she took notice of his towering height, and secondly, observed he was without clothes. His waves of sable fur were a wonderful enough coat, however did little to obscure his sheath the girl shirked away when his bits were close to her. She wondered, demoralized, if the lupine were to spread his thighs, would his fuzzy testicles dangle before her peripheral vision. Embarrassed, she shook her head, banishing the imagery to the dark recesses of her brain. D-do you guys normally n-not wear anything? she asked, stammering some and looking visibly frustrated by it. Her fingers interlaced for a brief moment, before they began to fidget nervously. It would far take a bachelors degree to cipher out Riley being a meek person - her body language alone screamed such. That, she responded when Rio spoke. She wandered back to the front entrance, and with a grunt, manhandled the crate until it was perched against the wall. Shed worry about hauling it to the trash bins tomorrow. Swiftly she searched the object for anything else that expressed, Im desperate and bought myself a wolf human creature thing! until she was satisfied. Nodding, Riley drifted back into her apartment, closing and locking the door. Please dont call me master. Its weird, Riley said, unsure of how to touch the subject she wasnt the most spirituel being at the present time. The canine was looking at her. Eyes warm, and something else - something the young woman couldnt entirely place. As if he was staring at her with some odd blend of worship and possessiveness. As if stating Riley exists, and that is supremely important . She looked back, but her face was less theres my mate face and more deer in headlights face . He continued to talk, making mention that he held a fondness for her name. T-thank you, she muttered, blushing four different shades of scarlet. And yours is? Riley inquired, pale eyes returning to the sheet of paper, hoping it was written somewhere. While she read, skipping details - important details such as mating - she spoke, But, yes, please bear with me. Your arrival took me by surprise. If you give me a minute, Ill find a place for you to sleep and such. Riley smiled some, sheepishly, yet that was very typical for her.
Thread: My Wolf  {Broken Knight} ;;

The wolf didn't seem to have any sense of humility or trepidation because he wasn't wearing any clothing, although he did note that her mind seemed to be moving quicker than her mouth, obviously nervous. That didn't seem to bother him much. His tail swayed happily while she stammered all embaressed like. Uhm, well not really. I mean, Father never told me to wear clothes on a regular basis, although I was taught how to wear... mmmph... what did Father call it? Oh! Pants. I can totally wear pants. Rio says happily, his tail flicking behind him. At her command to stop calling her 'master', he tilts his head. Rio was always taught to call his new owner 'master' at all times, so to call her by her name would be a little rough for him. He tried to reiterate in his own mind that she was to be called by her name a few times, taking a deep breath. You're welcome, Riley. The wolf says quite happily, more happy with himself that he'd gotten her name right instead of calling her master, particularly since it was the first command she'd given him. Leaning forward to her, she could feel his arms go around her body, hugging her close to him. Nuzzling into her neck, he murrs quite happily. As he hugged her, especially since she was so damn cute, the wolf's tail sways behind him. On the other hand, she could feel every little bit of his bare form against her.
Thread: My Wolf  {Broken Knight} ;;

Pants it is, she said, distractedly watching her wolfs plush tail swing. She highly doubted the additional packages her dear and beloved aunt were shipping to her contained a pair or two of Levis. Therefore, the brunette made a mental note to venture out tomorrow to obtain such she wondered briefly if he preferred jeans or sweatpants. She also silently expressed hope that Rio would be gentle with the fabrics. While she did come from a prosperous family, she truly didnt want to spend a small fortune to clothe her pet . Riley looked at the clock, noticing it was half past three in the afternoon. With a quiet hum, her interest returned to the anthropomorphic creature. Well go out and get some later, she began, smiling lightly. I dont need my neighbors thinking Im some dirty pervert keeping you like that . Riley made a hand gesture, motioning to the canine. The lass mind wandered off for a moment she knew already shed have to do research on several new matters. One being, how were beings like Rio treated in society or multiple societies and which was the most favorable? As what she already assumed, not very well she dreaded the prospect of them being slave-like individuals. After all, she had just received an intelligent, living and breathing man-wolf as a birthday present. Secondly, how rare were things like Rio? She had seen a number of them before, in fact she believed aunt Catharine owned one too. Regardless, they werent on every city block, thus their population had to be on the small side probably given the expense. And finally, she wondered what his level of mental aptitude was? He was matching her conversation wise, nevertheless, how well did one of his race understand science and the like? He stepped closer to her, embracing her in an affectionate hug. Riley would have recoiled given the chance, but she was abruptly wedged between his strong arms. She shivered, feeling his body heat entwine with her own an odd noise rumbled inside of her throat when he nestled his muzzle below her delicate jaw-line. Umm! she nearly whined, blushing, as she tried to wiggle free. All protecting them from touching bare was her own attire shirt, jeans, and of course undergarments. Her large breasts pressed against his hard stomach, hands adjusting quickly, which allowed her to push off and attain freedom. A-about your s-sleeping arrangements! she squeaked, ignoring the sight of her nipples erected, poking through the material. Riley shakily made her way deeper into her apartment, heading for her bedroom.