[M] Child of the Flowers [DND]
#21
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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; 328 words


And the boy got exactly what it was that he had wanted as the older male started to fondle himself. But then again Bastion hadn't expected any less either. Janos had proven himself faithful and loyal time and time again so Bastion had no issues with giving the other male freedoms and liberties. They both knew exactly who Janos belonged to above all else. Still it was amusing to see Janos do things that he normally wouldn't do simply because Bastion requested it of him. The younger male simply had that ease of control and he knew it. It was obvious he knew it with how he would continue to use it constantly.

His gaze focused solely on the movements of his puppy's hands. It was entirely fascinating to him the way in which the body consumed and regurgitated the single digit. But his attention could last only so long upon an unchanging scenario. "More." The single word was given out in a distracted tone. It was left up to Janos to decide exactly what was meant by that. It was uncertain that the small boy even knew himself exactly what was wanted. He only knew he wanted some change to what it was that he was witnessing. Repetition could easily bore him which is why every single day varied for him.

Granted he might stick around the same few areas he managed to entertain himself with a multitude of things within those areas. Should they ever grow tiresome then there was no doubt that he would branch out but for now they provided some form of enjoyment. With the small male every single day was like an adventure. And of course the ones spent with his puppy were the best. This day would certainly be memorable to him. And of course that thought had him considering that something should be done to make this memorable for his puppy as well. Perhaps more scarring was in order then.


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#22
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Word Count: 537

In Character

He was glad when it seemed as though his master was happy with what he was doing. It would take a lot for him to be able to be controlled by anyone else. In fact, it would take the other person being a leader to make him do anything and it was certainly never something of this kind. Even though it wasn’t something that was normally what he would do he felt confident and found that it was easy for him to do it around his master so long as he was able to please him in some way or another. He could tell that his master was watching him and it gave him a little thrill, a rush and it made him want to do more. As if reading his thoughts, his master gave out one command and he gave a little nod of his head but he had to think just what the other would want from him. Would he want another finger or would he want something else different entirely? Either way, he couldn’t do much else in the way that he was now and so he gave his master one last look, trying to look into his face as if looking for something in his face to give him some sort of direction, but finding none besides something in his master’s eyes, something that made a small shiver run up his spine in anticipation. What was the other planning for him? He wanted to please him any way that he could.


He gave a little sound as he rolled over, keeping his legs up and the one finger in him. He then pushed another finger in himself, giving a little sound as he did so. His other hand ran up his body to pinch his nipples, giving his cherub a show by arching his back and scissoring his fingers in and out. He then turned his fingers and pushed them all the way to the second knuckle, giving a low groan, his already full penis giving a twitch in response. ”Mmm master is this what you meant?” He asked him as he looked over at him, one of his eyes closed in response as he gave a little groan, his fingers working within him, his body giving natural responses to the feelings through him. The initial discomfort had worn off, leaving his body aching, wanting more, wanting the master that was so close and yet so far from him. ”Master, ah my fingers feel good but they don’t feel as good as you do,” he said as he gave a low moan, looking up at him, his hand traveling down his body, ghosting over his prick to his balls where he played with them before he resumed stroking his dick, watching his master to see if this was what was wanted of him or if his master wanted more. He wanted to be hurt, wanted to make his master feel so good but it was really hard to do that when his master was all the way over there. But at the same time, so long as his master was having fun and was enjoying himself then he would do anything, absolutely anything.

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#23
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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; 325 words


Basti had no issues with just sitting back and watching the other pleasure himself for his entertainment. It was just something about knowing that he had this sort of power over the other. That whatever he said to do Janos would be quick to make it happen. And it was that which made the other perfect. it was that which made him reluctant should he ever had to end up replacing his puppy. He didn't know how he would ever manage it. There was no way that the obedience that he got from Janos could be improved upon. There was no way that such perfection could once again be captured. To lose Janos would be devastating.

There were no hints upon the small boy's face simply because he had no idea what it was that he wanted to see. The only thing he wanted was more entertainment in whatever fashion that it could end up being supplied. The young male licked at his lips as he watched the older canine reposition himself. His eyes traveled over the other's form as he took it in and paid careful attention to the movements of Janos's hands. The other was simply an amazing sight and was made more of a thrill because Bastion knew that he had complete control.

The question was ignored since it was one that Bastion found himself unable to answer. Instead his ear twitched at the comment. He forced his gaze from the male's body in order to focus on his face instead. "Puppy want milk?" The question came out on soft tones as he steadied the other's face. It was as much of an invitation that the other male would end up getting to come on over and touch. It was an offer of a reward to the other for being such a good boy. It showed Bastion was willing to give in and give Janos what he wanted for such perfect servitude.


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#24
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Word Count: 503

In Character

He could feel his master’s eyes on him, watching him, looking at him carefully, but he seemed to be enjoying it, or so he took what he saw to mean. At the very least he wasn’t being told to do anything else so he felt pretty comfortable about what he was doing. He worked himself, his gaze up on his master. He had no intention of leaving his cherub but he would do anything that he could do to make sure that his master was happy. To be told to leave his master would be devastating and would probably end up with him in the ground. His cherub was the only thing that had brought him back together so to lose him would be to lose the very glue that was holding him together. Bastion’s features were blank as he was looked down at but he gave a little sound anyway as if he could tell that his master was at least semi-pleased with what he was doing. He was then pleased to see that the other was licking his lips and he wanted to do more to be able to continue seeing more of his master looking like that. He wouldn’t give anyone else the pleasure of seeing him like this but he honestly didn’t want to have anyone else see it either. The only time he would allow someone else to see him like this would be if his master commanded it for whatever reason would please him best.


His cherub didn’t answer him and it was a little worrisome but then he was questioned and his own ears twitched before he gave a nod of his head, moving to shift in order to get on all fours and crawl over to the other. ”I do want milk,” he said as he looked up at his cherub before he reached his tongue out to lick up the front of Bastion’s panties, reaching up one of his furred hands to run along the length after his tongue, his sharp gaze up on his master. Bastion was the light of his life and the only one in his eyes. He didn’t even seem to notice the day going by. As far as he knew they were still alone but a herd of elephants could have walked through and so long as they weren’t threatening the small male then he more than likely wouldn’t move out of the way. He moved his hand up to the other’s waistband, his free hand joining the other hand as he aimed to lightly grip the waistband to start pulling them down. All the while his gaze was tacked up on his love’s face, looking to see what the other was looking like. He hoped to be able to pull the other all the way down, wanting to see them off of his master’s body so that he would be able to see the other in his full glory so that he could make his cherub feel good.

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#25
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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; 374 words


His puppy seemed able to pick up on every single subtle thing that Bastion did, noting all of the little shifts in mood that the small male had. He seemed able to predict when Bastion's attention would start to flicker and then would do something more to be able to keep it. And that worked out rather well for them. Bastion didn't have to do much in the way of communicating to be understood since it seemed that Janos could practically read his mind already. So even now when Bastion wasn't giving much indication to what was on his mind Janos seemed to realize that the younger male was enjoying himself even if there wasn't an overtly outward expression of it.

Though when the other was crawling over to him Bastion couldn't help but to grin a bit more. His puppy just looked so incredible when he looked the part of the predator. He knew that it was a controlled dominance that was being displayed though. All Bastion had to do was to give a single look or sound of disapproval and the whole facade would be dropped. But he most certainly wasn't about to do that. This was a side that Janos didn't display too often and so Bastion was delighting himself in. What would have made it an even more enchanting sight would have been if Janos were blood soaked as well.

His head became tilted downwards as he watched as his panties were licked and then felt upon, ignoring the gaze that was upon him in favor of the actions instead. Bastion lifted his hips from the ground in order to allow for ease in the removal of his panties. He waited until the clothing was gone and Janos got a good look at the small boy's arousal before Bastion made to knot his fingers into Janos's mane in order to try and draw the other's head up. "Puppy. Hungry." The words were made to be growled out near Janos's ear. There was no aggression in his tone but rather one of intense and carnal interest. In his mind all he could envision was Janos's bloodied lips wrapped around his prick and he wished for reality to reflect that as well.


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#26
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Word Count: 528

In Character

Janos would always do his best to be sure to keep his master’s attention because he knew that the moment that his master’s attention wavered then that would be it for him and he didn’t want that to happen and so he would do anything and everything that he could to keep that from happening. He crawled over to his master and the look that he was being given was one of such carnal interest that he couldn’t help but feel that shiver as it ran down his body and into his very toes. It ran into his essence and made him feel so…good. He looked up at his master as he worked on him, removing his panties with practiced ease. Oh sure he could do that much but the rest of it was up to Bastion as to what he wanted done. He saw the other’s arousal and he felt a little whine bubbling up in his throat, a whine of wanting but then he felt fingers tangling in his hair and his head was pulled up to face the other and he licked his lips, a shiver running down his spine with the beautiful, forceful words that he heard from the other. He really was so sexy and he loved his master, all of him and he wanted him so bad that it hurt sometimes. Janos nodded his head in understanding with the growled words, turning his eyes towards his master’s face, or what he could see. ”Yes master. I will go and hunt for you,” he said as he nodded his head.


He gently made to pull away from his master, reaching to kiss his chin one more time in that submissive fashion before he pulled away and looked down at him with surprisingly soft eyes. Wait here for me master. I will be back,” he said before he loped off into the surrounding wilderness, stark naked as he was but it felt so natural this way, taking only a knife with him. Of course he had to be careful though so that no one else saw him. But he was careful; being sure to stay under cover in case something happened and in case someone decided that today would be a fantastic day to go for a walk. He made his way through and then he came across a small herd of deer that was just a few but it would be enough for him, enough for his master. He crouched in the shrubs, licking his blade before he pounced on the deer, his sheer weight pulling the creature over and he lashed out with his blade, sliding it cleanly across the beast’s neck, killing him through blood loss by a slicing of the jugular. His mouth closed around that wound, tearing out a large chunk of the creature’s neck to make sure that he died quickly. Once he did, he reached to grab the creature and he dragged him back to his master, depositing the body in front of the cherub. ”Is this okay master?” He asked him, seeming to be worried that it wasn’t okay and that his master wouldn’t want it.

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#27
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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; 314 words


Bastion watched as Janos left him, though it had been as his command so it wasn't like he could actually complain. Janos had left in order to make Bastion's imaginings come to life. Still being alone could prove to be quite boring. Or well the waiting aspect of it was. Having to stay in a single place wasn't fun at all. Still he had to if was to receive what it was that he wanted. If he moved from the spot that he had been left in then it would take longer for Janos to find him again and therefore longer to make his ideas come to fruition.

Bastion laid back and stared up at the flowers that hung overhead. Lazily he reached up his hands towards the large blossom and made to try and bat at it even though he couldn't actually reach it. The game was simply something to amuse him until Janos finally came back with what had been requested. It was only when he heard the sound of his puppy's voice was his attention drawn back to his surroundings. The small male sat up once more and was surprised to see the large animal. He had expected something like a rabbit to be brought back and not a deer.

He pried his eyes from the prey animal to look up at Janos, giving a quick nod of his head before reaching out his arms for Janos. He wanted his puppy close so that he could lick away the blood that was stuck in the fur about Janos's mouth. It was odd how just that small addition made him crave Janos all the more. Bastion whined, quickly becoming impatient with any sort of delay. There was no denying just what he wanted. Of course he just liked to change up the course of action to get to that end point though.


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#28
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Word Count: 524

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He didn’t want to be apart from his master for any length of time but he knew that in order to make his master happy then he would have to leave, albeit for a short amount of time. He was relieved though, honestly when he came back to find that his master had not left him and was still standing there in that spot that he had left him in even if he was batting at the flowers in an all-too-adorable way. Janos was rather spotted with the blood of the animal, but he rather liked the smell and taste of it so long as he was on a hunt and not destroying some innocent pup. No, he didn’t think that he could handle that. But that was not the case. Bastion was there pretty as you please, seeming to be awaiting his puppy’s return with the long-awaited meal. Just thinking about how he had made his master wait made him feel bad and his ears flicked back towards his head as if wondering if he had left him waiting for too long. It wasn’t that he wanted to be away from his master for any length of time, but rather that he wanted to be sure that his master was happy and that he was full and happy and content. That was his life’s goal after all, and one that he wholeheartedly accepted. And he did his job with as much happiness as was left to an empty soul like his. His master was the only thinking keeping him about after all.


He watched his master’s face, wondering about why it was taking him so long to speak. He waited for his master’s response, getting increasingly fidgety as time went on. But then he got what he wanted, a nod of his master’s head and that was all it took. He went into the other’s arms as fast as his legs could carry him, abandoning his kill in lieu of following his master’s orders. He gave a little sound in his throat too, hitting his knees when he was just about to the other so that he was more on the other’s level, his head just a little bit shorter than his master’s head. He did this on purpose, showing Bastion that he still knew his place. He looked up into the other’s face, reaching up to aim a lick to his master’s chin and bottom jaw, another sign of submission. He could never show enough to his master, never could but he could at least try. Janos seemed like he was enjoying the one on one time that he had with Bastion, something that he didn’t seem to get enough of these days, which was understandable given their ranks. But he still missed it and so when he was with the other, he was very likely to do anything and everything he could to make the most of the time that he had together with Bastion until they had to be professional and act a certain way. But here, here he could be who he was really meant to be, he felt.

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#29
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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; 321 words


His tail wagged happily behind him ad Janos dropped to his knees. Bastion threw his arms around the other and made to hug him close as tight as if they had been apart for years rather than a few minutes. But any time spent apart from his puppy felt like an eternity to him. The small male ended up giving a happy sound as his chin was licked at. He grinned and tilted his head down so that he could attempt to clean off the blood that was around Janos's mouth. It was the whole reason that he had sent the other out for food in the first place.

"Milk?" The word was spoken softly, inquiring if Janos still wanted to mess around or not. After all the other should be entirely used to Bastion deciding to switch up the terms of playtime on a whim. He should be used to how quickly Bastion got bored with the same old thing over and over again. So while he might change the conditions Bastion still did want to play with Janos. He just simply liked having things his way.

While he waited for a response Bastion decided to expand upon the terms in which Janos would be allowed to have some milk. "Blood." He pointed to the deer that Janos had brought back then ended up pointing down at himself. "Clean." They were such simple instructions as to what he wanted done. He wanted to be coated in blood and then have Janos lick it off. He wanted to watch Janos enjoy the taste of it. He wanted Janos to give into the same addiction that Bastion had. He wanted to see Janos want and desire blood just as much as he did. He wanted to push Janos far enough to end up giving into blood lust and desiring to do naughtier and naughtier things that would make most other's stomachs turn.


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