Red

Red Heart

Speech comes only with difficulty, so I generally do without it. Snarls come more naturally and get my point across well enough, especially with the bitch. Claws and fangs speak clearly, too. Even the show of them is enough to make her shiver and mewl. She is afraid, yet I smell her curiosity growing, the longer I possess her. Now and then, her tears still fall, and I watch them with fascination, touch and taste them at whim. Her eyes remain wide and fixed upon me, always. Yet, if my quiet bitch still awaits the hanyou's return, she no longer expresses it. The golden-eyed fool within scarcely touches me now. My crimson gaze holds him down deep and will prove enduring. I feel it.

Of course, I allow her rest, food, and keep her well sheltered. We live distant, where the others will not find us. Those she calls "friends" only wish to banish me again. But slowly, surely, the same becomes less true for my bitch. Though she begs me to be gentle, she no longer asks for her freedom.

There is no question she knows who owns her now. I have mastered the power of the beads and her fragile emotions as well. And then there is her body, where she cannot lie.

Pinning her hips wide as I hilt myself inside her, I growl, "Come for me," my youkai gaze holding her as surely as my claws.

She whines, high and long, pitching over the edge and clutching my cock until I pour forth with a wild howl.

As I lie atop her after, both of us panting, I nuzzle and lick her throat roughly. "Is it good, my pretty bitch?"

"Yes," she whispers, and I know that little of her heart I desire is nearly mine.