Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

He might have told her that she was allowed to voice her objections at that moment but that didn't mean that he had to be happy about her choosing to do so. However he wasn't going to punish her for it considering she had been given permission this time, in the future he would not be so lenient with her and giving her he right to speak on such things. As she tried to get off his lap he practically growled at her, angered she was attempting to get away from her when he was enjoying the simple pleasure of contact with her, hands gripping and holding her in place with his fingers digging tightly into her hips to prevent her from moving and even cause her a little bit of pain. I am sure that you probably didn't enjoy your former status all that much when it first began. He pointed out, struggling to keep his voice level and very much failing to keep the annoyance from it. And believe me you will enjoy serving me even more, the pleasures of the flesh have eluded you for your entire life but tonight you will be shown the most simple idea of what is possible. His eyes narrowed and he was silent for a moment. However... and this is hardly a guarantee you had better understand that right away, if you manage to satisfy me with your dance and other means then I will leave your virginity intact for the evening and take your properly tomorrow. Patience, he was trying to remind himself how important patience was and retain control of himself as she attempted to get away from him. If he were to just force himself upon her that night then she might attempt to slit his throat in his sleep... though his body craved her in the most intimate ways possible, practically ached with the need to change to his more bestial form and mount her like an animal, fucking her until he swelled inside and left them tied together until his body was finally able to relax and release her... her body marked in ways subtle and public, his scent, marks of his teeth upon her neck, the moisture that he would leave in her womb leaking from between her thighs. That train of though, emphasized by the way that he was grinding against her shapely rear, was interrupted as the carriage came to a halt. With a growl Marcus gave the air a quick sniff, just to verify that they were in the right place and this wasn't some foolish attempt to stop in the middle of no where and have him robed by a group of highwaymen. They were in the right spot though and with a grunt Marcus stood, helping his dancer to her feet and taking hold of the leash. Since the ride had been paid for before they had even been picked up Marcus departed the carriage without a word, leading the way for the fox on the end of the rope. As they emerged from the carriage the moon was high and full, the sun having set as they were on the way home, even with the full moon it was still a rather dark night and few people were out and about at that time, a variety of werewolf, Fox, and Neko as well as a few other less common varieties of hybrids, all of whom were in various states of change, some appearing to be human, some having changed to full animal shape, while a few walked about with their bodies in between the two. With improvised leash in hand and Fox in tow Marcus made his way through the village, a few of the people out and about calling out greetings to him but most smart enough to see that he was a man with a destination in mind and let him pass without a word. Within moments they had arrived at his home, a comfortably sized home on the western side of the village, it was not the largest around but it was more then large enough for his needs, bit enough to easily house a family of five without people stepping on each others toes. Welcome to your new home pet. He said with a smile, glad to be home because of the comforts there, as a wolf he was quite territorial and was always at his most comfortable in the heart of his own territory. With a key drawn from his pocket he opened the doors and led into the darkened home.