Thread: hunting for heart ( ƒeral x inspirit )

The brief journey felt impossibly long his knees were bruised and shaky by the time the flame-haired tamer stopped before a door. He couldn't have scurried inside fast enough, cheeks burning with the myriad of gazes he had endured on the crawl through the hallway. It wasn't the first time he felt the sting of humiliation, but it was hardly something he could ever get used to. It surprised him to see the other two Pokmons returned was this trainer brave, foolish, or simply a good judge of character? He wasn't about to attack, no, doubting that he could even execute a move properly in his exhausted state. And even if he could, what then? How could he possibly escape from this unfamiliar lair. And where would he even go. Born and raised in captivity, the wilds were a concept unfamiliar to him, and, with this accursed coloration, he would always be hunted, his pelt an irresistibly trophy to tamers young and old. The troubling thoughts made him lower his head once more, and he waited on his knees, gaze downcast. He didn't dare hope that this new trainer would be any different from the last optimism was just the precursor to disappointment. However, he did raise his eyes to study Katarina as she doused him in a mist of medication. His joints no longer ached and, while still tired, he wasn't plagued with the same bone-sagging wariness as before. It was...surprising. A hint of tension dissipated from his shoulders and his wary eyes lost just a fraction of trepidation and mistrust. But they were still alert, guarded, a testimony to just how poorly he had been treated in the past. And then she reached out and petted him. For a second, he froze, so clearly unused to affection. But as she continued to simply pet, combing through his dark tresses, his ears perked and he couldn't help but purr, leaning into the experienced hand, closing his eyes and seeking her touch. It was hard-wired into Pokmons to flourish under affection and crave praises, and it's been far, far too long since Kaine has had any such figure in his life. He was almost disappointed when she pulled away. He didn't trust her, not yet, but the fleeting fond gestures were enough to invoke in him a primal yearning for more. A seed of hope taking root in infertile soil. Perhaps if he pleased her... The shadow in those shimmering golds lingered, but he didn't avert his eyes at her command, save perhaps for even more pronounced redness to dye his cheeks. Y..es... Kaine murmured, clearly embarrassed but not in a position to refuse. There was a pause before he added, ...mistress. It was barely above a whisper, and spoken not without a hint of reluctance, but it was still a sign of cooperation, of some degree of willingness. He knew well what she was looking for, so he simply settled back on his heels, half-sitting and half-kneeling on the ground. He undid his jacket, not surprisingly wearing nothing beneath. His body was lean, skin pale as expected of an Umbreon. Only gentle swells of muscles covered his abs and chest, enough to not appear scrawny, but by no means buff. He slipped it off, letting his jacket pool on the ground, before faintly trembling fingers fell to his waist and undid his belt. He wasn't sure if she expected him to stand or not, and so, after undoing the button and the zipper, stared at her hesitantly and slowly began to rise. When no rebuke came, he clambered to feet and shrugged out of his tight jeans and boxers. The pantlegs caught in his boots, so he simply slid the fabric lower instead of taking it off. Like many canine species, his scrotum was softly furred and accompanied by a short sheath, colored the same sleek black as his hair and tail. The chastity device she was looking for came in the form of duo cockrings. One band was cinched tight beneath his scrotum, pushing them away from his body ever so slightly, and the other, around the base of his sheath. That alone would have been enough to ensure harder erections and increased difficulty to ejaculation, but the burnished gem engraved into where the two rings were melded together provided his owner even greater control. The sinister locking mechanism gleamed as a ruby would, and, upon being triggered by a tamer, could switch to an emerald shade. The rings functioned like ordinary cock rings when the gem glowed emerald, but in its current ruby hue, no amount of desperate pawing by him could offer his trapped manhood relief. Kaine wasn't sure what to say, so he simply remained silent, keeping himself as still as possible, nails digging into the sides of his thighs in nervous anticipation. Being inspected like this was humiliating enough, but his non-cooperative member was already peeking out of its sheath, growing longer and harder, half-masted at around four inches from simply being appraised. Unsurprisingly given his lithe build, he wasn't overly large, capping at a little over six inches when fully erect. He dug his nails harsher into skin in an attempt to calm himself, but to avail. It had been nearly a week since his last climax, and his simple-minded cock demanded relief regardless of what his more rational mind might decree.