Remnant of the Past

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-06-2012, 01:22 AM

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That laugh would haunt him. All of this was so amusing to her even when speaking of something as serious as the Issum’s death. She leaned toward him and he did what any wolf would have. Perhaps the laugh was not amusement but disbelief that he would curse her when she had so much power over him. That would make this approach to deliver a death blow. Like any predator she would undoubtedly go for his throat. He tucked his chin to make it as difficult as possible to reach and still wore his defiant snarl. If he was to die, he would not do it submissively and he would certainly not make it easy.

But what he expected could not have been further from what was given. He grew still for a split second as she began to kiss him almost lovingly on the face. Disbelief filled him and he shook his muzzle free of the misplaced affection. Then she spoke of love and he was further stunned. She isn’t really—! the thought was abruptly lost as he stifled a sudden gasp. A soft pleasure reassured him that she was indeed going to go there. He listened as she glared right thorough all his misleading and struck at exactly what he was unwilling to share. She even highlighted it with a painful pull on his injured wrist.

The male’s body tensed and while doing so involuntarily pressed into the blond fur atop him. But when the primary pain eased, for there were multiple places of discomfort on his body now, he was free to rest his mass against the floor once more. His hips shifted away as far as they could in a useless attempt to evade her groping claw. His free hand which had been uselessly pressed against her muscled belly before now moved swiftly down and took hold of her wrist to stop the motion. His manhood was slowly growing in her grasp. It was by no means fully erect mostly due to the pain being inflicted upon the rest of the body but showed no indication of following it owner’s commands as the opportunity for pleasure persisted. Stop.He growled the command but in a much lower voice than his demands had been made in before. It was a mixture of shock, disgust, and disbelief that suppressed his anger. I am no one’s doormat. He told her plainly as his eyes narrowed on her brown though it disheartened him how much like a lie the words felt. Was he not losing everything he could possibly keep from anyone to Amy now? Didn’t X’yrin command him? She ordered him about however she saw fit… he glared up at the dog as his pride began to crumble beneath her hold.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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