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A New Species -> Modern Era.
demon with restricted powers but more than any other prince in the land
God King to unexpectedly fall in love with his captured wife all while trying to seduce her himself, to make her enjoy what could be eternity with him.
so they say third time's a charm,
this will just about prove it.
a teacher and his student all grown up. , feeling like a student eager to learn anatomy all over again
sitting for breakfast
only a shirt
wanting to replace the scent of his cologne, however divine it smelled, with everything her. everything them.
different restaurants - black out dinner, eat finger foods with blindfolds
hot yoga? pop up art? new bike route/ new bike sharing program?
opening events - VIP movies with food and alcohol, new recreation centres, waterpark
christmas ideas!! omg the holiday possibilities
dating a guy involved in drugs, despite not doing any herself,
followed after work, kidnap attempt
When you snuggle closer
and purr in your sleep,
you are his kitten
When you kneel between his legs
gracefully accepting the band around your throat,
you are his girl
When you squirm across his lap,
your tush rosy red and tingling with intimacy,
you are his brat
When you rub yourself all over him
leaving liquid passion in your trail,
you are his slut
When you devour him deeply, pleasing him,
solely there for his entertainment,
you are his whore
When you growl and strain against your leash,
humping his leg for release,
you are his bitch
When you surrender to his strength, his power,
when you sacrifice your body on the altar of his desire,
you are his prey
When you stay still, quivering, unspeaking,
your only purpose to be used, to be mounted,
you are his female
When you melt into his arms
and lean your head against his chest
and whisper quietly,
“I am yours”
At that moment,
you own him.
The Princess bowed her head a fraction of an inch, acknowledging the last of the noblemen to be leaving the dining hall. They had bowed at the waist as they would for a Princess but come the next time she would be presented to the public, she would be Queen and they would be at her feet. The thought sent an electrifying shiver down her back and through to her neck, playing it off with a roll of her shoulders. The castle would soon be empty like a river that had gone dry, all the people including the servants would celebrate a full 24 hours of partying in the city. A celebration of past memories, previous Kings, a new era of ruling, and most importantly, the forces that brought their upcoming King and Queen together. The Kingdom of Khalendyr welcomed all religions and it certainly showed at times like these. Some families would hang banners from their windows, some would send candle-lit lanterns into the sky, some burnt plants or papers.
The castle quickly fell silent for the first time in decades and the absurdity of her situation finally became reality. Petronia's heart thudded loudly in her ears, lodging in her throat as she turned her head slightly to look at her newlywed husband. A man with piercing amber eyes and a breath-taking physique... And with varying shades of brown and black fur covering him head to toe. Her husband, the to be King, was an anthro wolf. And if she tortured herself enough to imagine it, she could picture where her Father's blood had stained his fur. Swallowing away these disturbing thoughts, the Princess pushed out from the table and stood elegantly. She placed her napkin on her empty plate and offered a hand to her husband, "Would you like to see the Royal Chambers? Even as Princess, I've never seen inside."
Josephine stared into the clear whisky glass as she swirled it around with her slender, deep blue tipped fingers. Her light blue eyes held a glossiness that did not even register, or care to acknowledge, the sloshing liquid before she brought it to her soft, but chewed on nervously, lips and tipped the glass back. Her eyes closed gently as she enjoyed the cool alcohol slide down her throat and begin to warm her up. When she placed it back on the dark oak bar, it was empty. In a small attempt to calm her nerves, Josephine sucked on the two ice cubes, knawing on them gently with her teeth.
The paralegal was finally blessed with some time to herself after what was approaching a full year. The firm that had hired her took full advantage of her lack of experience and while they made her feel important, they completely disregarded the twenty-two year old's social life... Which was non-existent at this point. Any time that wasn't spent at the office or travelling for work related meetings was spent at home in her desk or on the floor with folders and stacks of papers surrounding her. Josephine's university friends had completely moved on from her and her constant cancelling. She didn't even feel comfortable reaching out to anyone to see if they would like to go out for some drinks. Which led her to the Felixmount Lounge, a classy bar where she was certain she would not recognize anyone. The three glasses of whisky was also helping with that.
Josephine pushed the empty glass forward a bit to acknowledge she would like another before leaning back in her seat. She still wore the deep purple dress and black kitten high heels from earlier in the day. Her black trench coat was draped over the back of her chair and when her golden wavy hair was brushed over her shoulder, it revealed the plunging line of the dress and her fair, smooth skin that contorted as her shoulder blades shifted. It was a simple movement but in the satin, plum fabric, Josephine managed to make anything look erotic.
She thanked the bartender when he returned with a topped glass of her favourite whisky, not expensive but not cheap enough that the Felixmount Lounge wouldn't carry it. Josephine took a sip and savoured it for a moment before swallowing. Her phone was tucked away in her purse, silenced along with many of her daily worries. And though she had a delicate silver watch, she hadn't a single care about the time of day.
It was the day Cerephina was finally getting to meet her future husband. She had always been told that she had to wait, that she had to be perfect for him. Hence the hours spent learning languages, histories of fallen kingdoms and rising ones, remedies for ailments and diseases. And the days she practiced cooking from scratch, perfecting spice combinations or measuring by eye. Or the many instruments she learned to pluck and manipulate to her songs, the curves her writing required, or the messages her paintings had to hold. Hell, Cerephina was even taught how to brush her hair the way her husband would like her to.
Your husband would like this, your husband would want you to know that. Yet she never once heard his name. She speculated it was because it was someone really important. Little did she know, the emperor had other ladies training to be the perfect housewife like she had her whole life. They would become the perfect present from the emperor, they just had to wait for the emperor to choose someone to gift them to.
Cerephina itched with excitement, watching the passing scenery through a latticed window from inside the carriage. The emperor even packed his present in one of his finest carriages. It was made of a white wood with gold accents and amber jewels set into the wood. On top, like some sort of joke, was a red bow. The guards that escorted her all rode on white horses, their hooves clicking together in a rhythm. Cerephina's hands were in her lap as she was taught, her chin tucked in while her blonde waves tumbled down her back to her waist, bouncing with each jolt of the carriage. Unable to control herself, she scrunched her lovely golden yellow dress between her hands as they began to slow, entering the gates of her husbands home. 'My husband,' Cerephina emphasized in her mind with wonder.
Hand - Selected from the Millions Ashkyra noticed a certain emptiness to the castle lately. She couldn't quite place her finger on it as there was still plenty of guards patrolling the halls, scribes bustling to and from meetings with their arms filled will reports, and the kitchen always had at least a handful of cooks attending to a fresh meal. Hell, even her father's weekly gatherings, which honestly was just a party, had the usual boisterous crowd. Despite all of this, the princess felt a lack of something every time she traveled the halls and it caused the hair on her arms to stand on end.
Her long, blonde hair was free of any accessories as Ashkyra often snapped at her ladymaid, Rosemarie, if she attempted to clip or tie it in any way. Bits of her hair twirled naturally into curls while the rest tumbled in waves, contrasting beautifully on the blood red gown she wore. It was a simple velvet dress, low on her shoulders to give the illusion it was a breath away from slipping. The sleeves only revealed the tips of her slender hands, painted a shimmering gold. It was the night of another one of the King's parties where she was required to mingle for a bit before retiring. Her father was trying to flaunt her off now that she was twenty-one. Though he wouldn't tell his daughter outright, Ashkyra had known he simply wanted to know what he can get for her., what offers kingdoms would give.
After entering the hall where people had already begun the partying, Ashkyra's guards retired to the sides of the doors. She stepped forward, eyes scanning the crowd despite knowing she wouldn't know many people. 'Mmm, there it is,' Ashkyra hummed in her mind, eyebrows raised in pleasure as she tracked the platter of wine glasses coming her way. The servant emerged from the crowd and she plucked a glass of wine in her left hand, briefly revealing her slender fingers and wrist as the sleeve folded back.
Ashkyra headed towards where her father would be chatting, better to say hello now before she's had more wine. Along the way she sought out any guards incognito making their typical rounds during a party. No one. 'So that's why the castle feels quieter..' She approached the King's table, already gulping down her glass of wine and deserting it on a passing tray held by another servant. Just when she thought she was going to learn something about the ongoing situation, her father interrupted the Field Marshall to greet his daughter with his hand on her waist, tugging her close and settling her against his side. Ashkyra draped an affectionate arm over her father's shoulders, addressing the table of men with a coy smile and a light blush on her cheeks, "Good evening, gentlemen. I must apologize for interrupting." She felt an approving brush of her father's fingers along her hip where they wouldn't see. She loved doing well for him.
"The lovely Princess Ashkyra, looking dazzling as always, our lady," Lieutenant General Gryszko commented, grey hair dusting through the black at his temples and a sparkle in his eye as he took a full body look of Ashkyra, "Your presence is always a pleasure, there are no apologies needed."
The princess tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, bashfully smiling to him. She squeezed her father's forearm before removing herself from his side and curtsying for the group. "Gentlemen, it seemed like you had some important business to attend to so please, enjoy the rest of your evenings," Ashkyra excused herself politely, swaying her hips as she glided away. She managed to hear one of the men mutter a 'Damn that girl,' under his breath as she left. She imagined her father would be hiding a smirk right about now. Although she was a distraction, the men had something more important on their hands. Already a third of their kingdom had been conquered, and by who? They had no information apart from it being an army dressed in black. A few reports that had made it back claimed the men weren't just black, but it was as if they were made of obsidian. An army that erupted from a volcano, the molten lava not slowing or stopping until it consumed all of the land.
Of course, none of this was known to the princess who tipped back another glass of wine. She looked at the entrances to the ballroom. At one end were her two bodyguards, weapons held at their sides, eyes scanning the crowd for any threats and blocking the doors that would lead to the Royal Chambers. The entrance down on the other end was propped open as wealthy nobles continued to filter in, passing the gazes of another pair of guards. That left the servants entrance. Ashkyra swapped her empty glass for a full flute as a tray passed by and she observed her opportunity to sneak away. Her father was back in deep conversation with the table of generals, their tension almost visible in the air above them to her. Her guards didn't seem to have an eye on her and around her, everyone was involved in their own discussions.
Ashkyra gulped back the glass of wine, crinkling her nose up slightly before she opened the smaller door and dipped inside. It wasn't the first time she had used the servant's halls either and she knew which turns to take to avoid getting caught, which turn to take to get to the Royal Gardens, her favourite place in the castle. She reached the small door that would lead her out into the garden and pushed it open gently. Immediately she could sense something was off and alarms began ringing inside of her but it was too late. She felt intoxicated suddenly, from more than just the wine which painted her cheeks pink. Ashkyra stood to her full height, her chest raising slowly as she breathed through her nose and her eyes settled on the black figure standing in the garden. One second he looked like a statue carved from black marble and then she blinked and the figure took on a human form.
Back home, Delphine was already a successful photographer by 25 years old, famous within the industries circles. She worked for a large advertising company which employed hundreds of people and served thousands of clients. For the longest time, the photographer had gotten comfortable in her isolation, always being the figure behind the camera and not often working closely with others. She couldn't count how many company events she ended up skipping. It was three years into the job that she e-mailed in her two-months notice of resignation and after a bottle of wine, booked a one-way ticket to a city she hadn't heard of. 'But hey, tickets are cheap,' drunk Delphine had apparently thought. She had been trying to push herself out of her comfort zone, for years.
She debated the pros and cons in her head for what must have been the millionth time before she pulled a bill from her wallet, placed it under her empty drink and stood. Delphine steadied herself on her black pumps before swinging her tan trench coat over her shoulders, arms into the sleeves smoothly. With the new heat creeping past the line of her navy blue button up dress and up her neck, she didn't find the need to tie her coat at the waist. Before departing, she lifted her camera bag strap onto her shoulder and pulled her blonde hair out from under her coat, bunches of waves bouncing as she clicked away.
When she arrived to the City Review's offices, Delphine's nose and cheekbones held a dusty rose tint from the brisk walk over in the fall weather. She had already stopped in the day before to bring in some personal office supplies and to be shown where her desk was before she was sent home to settle in. Knowing herself, it would be weeks before she got settled in and unpacked, though she did appreciate her new bosses generosity. She was even more thankful today when she knew where to walk to. Delphine smiled and murmured an awkward "Hey," to the couple of people who had looked up from their computers as she walked to hers, suddenly cursing her idea to wear high heels as they announced her presence with each step. She had thought she had passed the last person and scrunched her nose painfully as she rounded the corner to her own computer, trying to walk as quietly as possible, wincing with each click! Delphine's expression immediately changed to one of shock when she opened her eyes completely and noticed a gentleman occupying the desk directly across from hers.
"Oh uh sorry, I think I made the mistake of wearing loud shoes," Delphine explained with an awkward laugh. Her nose had returned to it's fair colour while her cheeks remained a red. She shrugged her camera bag off of her shoulder, the motion looking so fluid for the blonde, settling it on her desk. She took a step towards Jack's desk and with her right hand, tucked a lock of curls behind her ear before offering it for a handshake, eyes locking on his. "I didn't really get proper introductions yesterday, my apologies. I'm Delphine. I'm really excited to be working here," she introduced herself warmly and with a small smile.