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Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

Feeling his hands did not bother her, she had been touched gentle before even to the point he was moving to, but once he took his hands too far she would try to stop him and even put up a bit of a fight for what was hers. She let him run his large hand up her legs and down them then up her skirt, growing a little tense against him as she felt his hands wandering silencing any sounds of pleasure or protest to hear his words when he spoke of teaching her heart fluttered at the thought and she seemed excited to be teaching to dance, more so than anything else, but at the mention of him using her as his servant, concubine or breeder, all making her growl slight, at the thought of being forced to breed his pups shaking a little in fear of it and struggle in his lap a little, If I am to be your servant, concubine, or breeder how will that come out of my debt? I hardly think you could charge me for every time you would want to use me, or per child I might bare for you and if I can not work in some way to pay it all off, I do not want to remain your slave for the rest of my life, I want to be free again, and being your slave for your pleasure will not work off my debt unless charging you for every time you want me including taking my flower. She said as calmly as she could. She was stubborn and not easily distracted even as his hands wandered over her body until he came too close to where she did not want him touching and moved her hands to stop his hand from going further. His question was answered swiftly and she spoke her mind about it. Even servants are given wages, what will I be paid for being your servant, even in debt I won't work for free, I need to work toward getting rid of my family's debt. As for being your servant, I suppose I am lucky to have the strongest male interested in me and able to protect me, but it does not mean I have to like it unless there is something in it for me, and more than just pleasure. She said quickly, clearly as clever as most foxes were known to be and working out any details not covered while she attempted to get out of his grip, Stop this, we are in a carriage and I don't want this, not here, not like this, She snapped at him, trying to be brave, but the fear in her was clear and showed in her eyes.
Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

She did raise an interesting point, she did owe a debt and he didn't intend to be like the previous holder of that debt, keeping her around for as long as he wanted without any possibly way out for her in sight. Even the leader of a pack of mercenaries, killers, soldiers, and thieves for hire had to have a sense of honor and standards otherwise it would be rather dificult for him to find anyone who would be willing to hire him on. AN interesting thought that one. He admitted, his hands ceasing their movement more because of her question then because her hands had been put in a place to keep him from moving them any further or her objections, he was strong enough that he could easily do whatever he wanted with her and her struggles and attempts to stop him would likely avail little further then a mild hindrance. Even with his hands not moving any further though they continued to squeeze and release, digging deeper into her flesh before relaxing, as though measuring her in some way that couldn't be entirely explained. We shall have to come to some sort of arrangement, perhaps counting a set amount of time rather then a simple amount of money that is owed and allowing you to use any wages that you earn to chip away at the time when you want to or to keep the money and just let the time pass. The exact time would take a bit of thinking to figure out, the amount she owed was a substantial sum and it would have taken her quite a few years to pay off if it were just a standard buy your way out of it setting, a moments thought telling him that if she were to pull as many jobs as were likely to come her way and all they money went to him with the exception of what she needed to stay alive she would still be working for five years to get rid of the debt. I think we should call it six years, we can calculate how much it will cost you to buy off the time in one month increments for simplicity. He might be making it possible for her but he was still going to hold onto her. Now I will make this very simple for you my pet, you can either tell me how happy you are to belong to me or I can just take what I want here and now... what will it be?
Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

Feeling his hands stop for the moment she relaxed against him, listening to him and nodding her head until he said six years, her heart stopping his her chest as she felt herself tense a little, that would be enough time for him to impregnate her a few times and keep a child if she had one for him, as well as leave her older than many would want, none would want her as a mate, or lover, she would have no name for herself outside his pack and have no foot hold in the human world as she did not, he would cut her off from everything for just those six years, the idea of it making her dizzy before shaking her head, And if I were to give you everything and anything I make instead of keeping it, how long then, no offense, but I do not want to have to remain here for that long, you would take everything from me, what should be the best parts of my life as your toy instead of enjoyed being free. No one would want me after being in your pack, as yours especially if I bare children for you, you would ruin me forever just for staying here that long. Most of my life was taken, and now more of it. She said softly, her heart hurting so badly at the realization of what he wanted the last words barely a whisper. Hearing his words and the question again she answered him in a cold tone, though thankful he had taken much fight and spirit out of her for stating the time she would have to be stuck with him. Thank you for taking my debt, I am lucky to belong to you now and know I will be protected by you. She said, not meaning much of it, but he had said he wanted to hear it, not that she had to really mean it. Her body was shaking and she wanted to break down as she had when she found out that the dance director had taken her debt, at that time she had no one around to see, but he was right under her and she had no where to go and let it all out before having to accept what was happening and adapt and adjust to him and his pack. She remained still, her ears flattened without her even knowing it, eyes misting with tears that she refused to let fall around him, and all her muscles were coiled, wanting to lash out, to be upset that she did not get to live her life because of her father and his gambling problems, and so it got passed onto her once she was the only one left. Shaking slightly she let herself relax against him, curling up in his arms and body for warmth and comfort although she was not about to tell him why she needed comfort, it was personal and she did not want to open up to him that much yet since she just had and was not sure what his reaction would be since her kind were naturally emotional but often tried to hide it until left alone.
Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

He didn't exactly feel pity for her as she reacted to the amount of time that he had told her that she would be starting off with. Given the amount that someone of her talents could make then it would be quite possible for her to pay off the debt in two... though it would be very hard work and two and a half would be a more realistic number for her. It wasn't his concern about if this was fair or nice for her, he had gone through the trouble of freeing her from the unpleasant and likely unending situation that she had found herself in where it would have probably only been a matter of time before that disgusting human who had been her owner had forced himself upon her. Well with hard work you will be able to work it off in two and a half, maybe three months depending on how many jobs come our way. I wont however be giving you any special preference for work until you prove your talents to me and if you make mistakes on jobs then work will be coming your way less often. Again, it was only fair, those who were best got the most work while those with less then average talents might have to go without. I doubt that will be a problem for you though, you seem to have quite a talent for thievery and with any luck and should the demand hold at its current levels, your life will be yours in a little while. As she curled up against him he wasn't so cruel that he would just ignore her. He knew that she hadn't meant the words but it was quite nice to hear it, a simple example of submission from her showing that she was willing to do the best thing for herself in order to assure that nothing were to happen to her. As a reward for her little show of submission to him he moved his left hand from her thigh, reaching up to wrap the arm around her and hold her to his chest while his right hand continued to stroke her leg softly, enjoying the sensation of her body against him even as her body was tense and clearly ready to strike. That thought made him smirk a little, if she were about to strike out against him that would be more then a little amusing, a small diversion and he would not only be able to test her strength through such a manner but again he would be able to force submission from her without much difficulty. The sooner you give into me the better things will go for you. He assured her, his voice returning to normal as his human form reasserted itself entirely, the arousal was still there but he was reigning it in for the time being, they would likely be arriving in the village before long and while the cramped confines of the carriage was hardly ideal his own home was a more then perfect setting to introduce her to her new station in life.
Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

Once in the home Marcus made his way deeper in, able to see without to much trouble despite the darkness but still wanting to light a fire so that he would be able to see even better and warm the house. On a table just inside the house was a box of matches that he picked up and after striking one he quickly flicked it into the large fire place that dominated the living room. For a moment there was nothing but soon the wood caught light and began to grow larger and larger, spreading flickering light and warmth through the room and revealing details of his home to Dayra. It was clearly the home of someone quite powerful, someone who enjoyed hunting and other expressions of strength. The walls were hung with hunting trophies, many pelts of large Elk and Deer and a few Bear but more then just that there were also broken weapons and armor, trophies that had clearly come from a very different kind of struggle and like any true man proud of his own abilities they had all been earned through hard work and effort on his part. Just looking at some of them brought a smile to his lips, he still had scars from some of those struggles, scars that his little fox would see before very long. You are welcome to ask any questions you like. He said with a small chuckle as he began to unbutton the jacket that he was wearing, setting it aside on a nearby leather couch that was clearly heavily used but didn't look any worse for its age. However I would advise you to pick and chose when you ask those questions, if I am in a bad mood then it is likely not a good time to ask a question that would lead to my mood darkening, but if I am in a good mood then the odds are decent that I will indulge you with an answer. As he spoke he continued to undress, he might be comfortable in civilization, in the guise of just a normal human being but at the end of the day he wanted to fully embrace what he was and ruining his clothing in order to do so just seemed like a waste. Her question about his homes size was a bit of a strange one though and he had to ponder it for a moment as he was removing his shirt, not because he didn't know the answer but because he didn't know how to answer. His shirt was set aside before he could speak, revealing a body covered in muscle earned through hard work that most couldn't contemplate... and quite a few scars as well, small punctures from arrows, a few long scars from shallow sword strokes and a particularly nasty one centered in his chest from an axe blow many years ago that had only been turned aside by his sternum, and even then just barely. I have this home because I want it. He grunted as a response once he had figured out what he wanted to say. Right now it is large for me by myself but I don't intend to always be by myself... family is something that I want when things are less complicated for me. The truth, he had given it to her and was curious about how she would take it. Enough questions for now though pet, why don't you come help me with my pants so I don't end up ruining them. He teased her with a smirk.
Thread: Crimson Moon ( Mojito & wolvenrogue )

Ava sat in her bed chamber before her vanity. Her ladies attending to her hair. Upon the cherry wood surface of her vanity sat a pile of parchment letters that had been sent back and forth from her friend from afar. Crystal blue eyes gazed down at the red velvet gown she now dawned for such a special occasion. A gold corset that laced up the front, holding, what didn't threaten to spill over, against her chest. Ebony locks hung in curls, cascading about her slender shoulders. A gift from her dear friend lay nestled just above her breasts. A radiant ruby hung by a gold chain. Thank you ladies. Crimson lips smiled and her ladies-in waiting were dismissed. The ball was to take place at the Lockland Keep. It was a surprise when it was announced that the knights were returning from battle after years upon years of war. Oh how she crossed her fingers that he would be able to take a time of reprieve from the war. A look at the moon told her it was time to begin. The hostess was needed to welcome her guests. A trip down the stone corridor with tapestries hung down the hall led her to a gorgeous ball room. Pillars of marble and a fountain of wine in the center. The orchestra was already playing. A high table brought in for their Highness'. Fellow Lord's and their wive's, Counts, Duchess'. Anyone of decent rank would be arriving this night. However there was only one person she was dying to see. Ava carried the poise and grace of a Lady caring for her own castle so it wasn't trained into her to pounce upon her General at first sight. Her dear friend had always been serious about upholding his manners and loyalty to her family. Things had changed in the few years he had been gone. Ava herself had grown fully. Where as he had left as a young general and was to return a man. Guests began pouring in but he had still not arrived. Her duty as the greeter was soon over and she now conversed with her mother, the Queen Eloise and her father King George de Lock, while glancing frequently at those heavy front doors, hoping to see him walk through. A goblet of wine held between her fingers got her reminiscing of the first time she had even met him. Always in the library he was. The son of a general drilled to become a general himself. There was the only heir to her father's land and fortune. Crystal blue eyes peeking in on him. Quite unsuccessfully a few times. He was hardly allowed to play as a child but one night Ava did confront him and giggled in his direction as she threw him a ball. Unfortunately his father had smacked it out of his hands and demanded he concentrate. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she came back to reality. Every suitor that approached her for her hand in marriage had been turned away at the doorstep. Why? She knew not. She was simply not in love with them. No one really. Or so she thought. Last edited Jun 16, 2022
Thread: Crimson Moon ( Mojito & wolvenrogue )

Sir Robert of Lockland, young general of his army, had just returned home to his country after five years of fighting the Norsemen to protect his country's northern borders. The Norsemen were valiant fighters but barbaric in nature and had little respect for the honorable ways of war. Many of Robert's fellow Knights had fallen to their swords. However, in the end, the Scotsman had been victorious, and were returning to their country heroes. At 6 feet, 180 pounds, Robert set tall in the saddle of his warhorse, and dressed out in full armor was a very imposing threat to an enemy. However, to the Scotsman assembled at the ball waiting for Robert and his fellow heroes to return, their arrival dressed in full armor was a thrill, and something to be savored. As the company of Knights approached the drawbridge, the trumpets sounded heralding their return, and a cheer rose from the assembled crowd in the courtyard. As the drawbridge fell, the knights, paraded in formation into the courtyard and stood to be recognized. Upon receiving a nod from the King, each man raised his visor so his face could be seen. As Robert did so, his eyes met with the object of his affection seated next to the Queen. He had faithfully written, for so many years now and finally he would have the opportunity to be with her in person again. Though he recognized her face, he was unprepared for the transformation that the rest of her had undergone. Before him sat not the girl he had once known, but a vivacious and beautiful woman. As her shining eyes met his, his heart left in his chest, and it was all that he could do to remain seated upon his horse until the appointed time. At the conclusion of the welcoming ceremony, the grooms arrived and helped each night down from their seat then took the horses to the stable. Robert Squire arrived, and held him out of his armor. Finally, he was free to seek out the lovely Ava. He had dreamed of this moment, almost since the day he had left Lockland Castle so many years ago. Now, at 28, the blue-eyed, sandy haired Robert strode across the courtyard and approach the throne. Dropping to one knee, and bowing his head, he said if it would please the King, I should like to accompany his daughter to the ball this evening. The king nodded his assent, and Robert rose to his feet and offered his hand to the lovely Ave, as he bowed deeply before her.
Thread: Crimson Moon ( Mojito & wolvenrogue )

A sweet smile lingered upon her lips as those eyes watched the Queen's attention shift to the door. Quickly she turned and looked. There he was. Looking quite polished and uncomfortable. The first thing she noticed where his eyes. Oh how many times had she threatened to gouge out his eyes to keep them for herself when they were younger. Robert. The name was but a whisper upon her lips. All the guests grew quiet and parted the floor giving him a pathway to the King and Queen. King George cast a smile in his daughters direction. His sign or approval. Not a second later the King cheered and ordered the music to continue and that all men be given a tankard of his finest mead. A moment of silence filled the air for a quick second as all awaited to see Ava's reaction. You are late. The only words that sprung from her sweet crimson lips while slender fingers accepted his offering. Leave it to you to be late to your own ball....General. A small laugh accompanied her words. Oh how handsome he had become over time. The King wishes to speak to you in his studies later. Clearly he has something to tell you. Pardon me if I put a few notions in his head as to a day or two off.... Ava caught herself. The dear girl had a tendency to talk on and on. Something Robert loved to point out to her. The air filled with cheers and praises as the men serving his Highness were welcomed back with open arms. The loud clang of armor as the army joined in the crowd. Don't say a word.... a warning with a smile. An arm wrapped about his own. Women of the court began circling like hawks upon their first sight of prey. Nervously her fingers fiddled with the ruby gracing her neck. After a year it became a habit of hers. The heart beating beneath her chest sent blood rushing to her cheeks. The few goblets of wine weren't helping either. All around, girls could be seen batting eyelashes and giggling in the direction of her dear friend. No doubt in hopes to receive a moment with the praised knight. General. I trust you are well. The formality of her statement came natural. In public settings her manners, grace, and poise were pin point. Tonight, her nerves were on edge. A canopy of stars dotted the sky. The moon light reflected in his eyes. By now she found it difficult to even look at his face. The smile nestled upon her lips was going nowhere, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
Thread: Crimson Moon ( Mojito & wolvenrogue )

As she took Robert's hand, he rose from his bow, and placed her hand on his right forearm to escort her from the reviewing stand to the ballroom. Before them lay a gauntlet composed mainly of adoring women, each hoping they might catch the attention of one of the returning Knights. These men were heroes in everyone's eyes. Robert were the king's daughter on his arm like a badge of honor, both because of her position in stature, and because he had loved her from afar for so many years. Talk in the pocket of his doublet was her handkerchief, a token given him as a young knight, and carried proudly into battle on each of his victories. She had been terribly young, when it was given him, but despite her youth at the time, he took the honor seriously, and had written her whenever he could. When times had been toughened battle, and his courage had waned, his thoughts had been of her, and what it would have meant to her had their cause been lost. On this day, as they walked through the adoring crowd, he enjoyed the honor. In truth though, he wanted nothing more than time alone with his lady. Knowing he would have audience with the King, he determined that he would take the opportunity to finally claim her for himself. And ask the king for her hand in marriage. Once he had an answer, he would ask her. As they wandered through the sea of adoring subjects, he found his way to their place at the table and seated her then stood to address the crowd. The hall was silent as he regaled them with the stories of their victories and gave most of the credit to the fallen, who had made the ultimate sacrifice for their kingdom. He raised a glass to their honor and everyone cheered. The service began serving food, and the party began in earnest.