The Wolf Chase
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The car stops on the shoulder where the trees start, and he knows before she says a word.
It arrives in his skin first, the way it always does. The stillness of her hands on the wheel. The drop in the air pressure of the moment. Some shift she has not spoken yet but that his whole nervous system has already caught and started turning into heat. The engine ticks. Pine and cold water through the cracked window. Every hair on his arms standing up, and lower, a first thick pull of *** already answering something he can’t name yet.

She turns and lets him see it. The low thing that has been building in her all trip, and it is deeper today, older, coiled behind her sternum and lower, in her belly, in the wet ache that has ridden her for miles. Her body has decided. She has been ripe with the wanting for days and today the wanting has a shape and the shape is him. She can feel herself slick already, just from the plan of it, from what she is about to make him run for. She keeps her voice level, which costs her everything she has.

“Get out of the car”...she growled…
“Take everything off.“...she purred…
“RUN!”...she commanded…

A heartbeat pulsed.

“You get thirty seconds.Then I hunt”, she laughed as a promise.

He doesn’t move, and it isn’t hesitation. It’s the flood, the words hitting all at once and turning to fire behind his ribs, too much and exactly right. Then he is out. Cold door under his palm. Gravel biting his soles. He drags his shirt over his head and the evening lands on his bare skin everywhere at once, cold air and dusk and terror and want pouring down the same wires, his cock already thickening in the chill air with nowhere to hide it. He drops the last of his clothes on the seat. Looks at her once.

Her eyes have gone black, and there is something in them tonight past hunger, something that has made up its mind about him at the level of the ***. Her gaze drops to where he’s hardening and her tongue touches her teeth. Run, her eyes say.

So he runs.

She counts out loud so he can hear it fade behind him, slow and cruel. One. Two. Three. Her greedy pussy gets wetter and wetter with every number she ticks off the timer. She makes her hands stay on the wheel. Everything in her is pulled tight toward one purpose and she can feel it, the heat gone molten and low, her thighs already damp, her whole body turned into a single instruction. She is going to run him down and open him up and take what she needs and she is going to keep it inside her. Tonight she means to be bred, and once will not be enough. Twenty. Twenty-one. She toes off her shoes. She will not need them.

The forest takes him and it is enormous. Every sense thrown wide, no room left for thought, only input. The ground is a language under his feet, moss then root then the shock of a cold flat stone, and he reads all of it at a dead run, branches dragging bright lines across his shoulders, breath loud in his skull, sweat already breaking cold across his back and chest despite the chill. And under the ***, threaded all the way through it, is the knowing that makes him ache even as he flees. She is coming. She is going to catch him. And there is a new weight in the knowing tonight, a certainty about what she wants to pull out of him when she does, that empties his head of everything but the drum of his own heart and the heavy swing of his cock as he runs. He does not want to get away. He runs anyway, because the running is what makes the taking mean something.

Thirty.
She is off the wheel and into the trees before the number finishes leaving her mouth. The whole world drops in temperature as the branches close over her and she loves the shift, the green dim secret of it. She does not sprint. She lopes. She reads his trail the way he reads the ground. Bent fern. Scuffed earth. A single pale thread of him snagged on bark, and when she brushes it her mouth floods and her cunt clenches around nothing, hot and empty and demanding. She marked this one long ago. Tonight she finishes what the marking started. Tonight she makes him hers all the way down, past the skin, into the parts of him that do not have names, and she takes his seed twice for the trouble of it.
He hears her before he should, the cruelty of how he is built, sound arriving in him sharpened and close. A branch. A breath. Deliberate. Wanting to be heard. His whole switchboard lights and he finds s***d he did not know he had, lungs burning, sweat running now, a stitch under his ribs and a disbelieving laugh caught under that, giddy, because this is the most alive he has ever been. Hunted through the dark. By the one who has decided to breed him and keep him.
She sees him now, flickering pale between the trunks, the sweat on his back catching what little light there is, and everything in her narrows to it. The lope breaks into a run. Her feet find the ground without asking her permission and the gap thins like ice underfoot and a sound comes out of her she did not plan, low, more growl than anything, the sound the female makes when the chase is nearly won and she can already feel his cock splitting her open. He hears it. She watches the pleasure of it shudder through his shoulders. That flinch. That is the moment she picks the tree she is going to take him down against.
The pine comes up out of the dark, huge and old, a clear patch of needled ground at its foot, and something in him chooses it, steers for it, some part of him that surrendered a mile ago arranging the terms of his own defeat. His hand hits the bark.

Then she hits him.
All of her weight at once across his back and shoulders and the world turns over. They go down together onto the soft dark floor, needles and cold earth, her arms locked around his chest, and the air leaves him in a sound that is half his breath and half hers. She has him. God, she has him. His heart slamming against her forearm, his skin fever-hot and slick with sweat from the run, his cock caught rigid between his belly and the cold ground, the whole length of him pinned and heaving under her.
He goes still, and then, as her teeth find the back of his neck, he goes loose.
She sets them there and bites, not gently, a slow deliberate deepening pressure right where the neck meets the shoulder, the exact place the female takes her mate, and she feels the fight run out of him all at once. Feels him understand it is finished. She drags her nails down his sweat-slick flank, four long stinging lines, and he arches up into the scratch instead of away, chasing the burn, grinding his aching cock down into the earth, a broken sound going out of him into the dirt. “Mine,” she says against the bite. Then, lower, the truth of the whole night: “Going to milk you dry. Going to take it twice and keep every drop.”

He turns because she lets him turn. Onto his back beneath her, chest heaving and shining, and he looks up through the dark and gives her the last of it. The throat. The open hands. Everywhere she scored him is singing, every nerve lit, and his cock stands up hard and flushed and leaking against his belly, the whole want of it plain. She looks down at what she brought to ground, at the wet head of him glistening in the dim light, and her grin is all teeth. She reaches down and drags her fingers through her own soaked cunt, shows him the slick on them, then grips his cock and slicks it with her juices and rises up over his hips and takes him inside her in one slow certain drop, all the way, no build, no asking, and the sound they make is the same sound.

She rides him upright at first, hands flat on his chest, hips working in a deep unhurried grind, her thrown-open shirt hanging off one shoulder, her eyes never leaving his face. She wants to watch him. She wants to see every place she owns. Her wetness is running down him already, slicking them both, the obscene soft sound of it filling the dark between the trees. She ***ls one of his hands off her thigh and pins the wrist to the ground beside his head and leans her weight through it, and the pin makes him buck up into her with a groan that comes out wrecked, his cock driving deeper.

Then she takes both his wrists.
She stretches forward over him and gathers them, presses them flat to the earth above his head, brings her whole upper body down heavy so her mouth is at his throat and her weight holds him open beneath her, and she starts to drive. Him flat on his back and pinned, her chest to his, her tits dragging across the sweat on his skin, her hips slamming down from above, in control of every inch of it, her wet cunt swallowing his cock to the root with every stroke. He cannot move his hands. He does not want to. Being held down under her weight while she rides him is undoing something in him thread by thread, the sensory flood total now, the slick heat of her and the cold ground and the needles under his back and her breath in his ear and the relentless downward drive of her taking his cock, and he turns his face into her jaw and takes it, all of it.

“You ran so pretty,” she breathes against the bite, rolling her hips down hard, grinding deep, wanting his cock as far inside her as it will go. “But you were always going to end up here with your cock buried in me.” Her nails find his ribs. “Feel how wet you made me? That’s all for you. That’s your cunt now. Say it.”
“Yours,” he gets out, ragged, arching up into her weight, his cock jerking inside her. “Yours, take it, take whatever you want out of me.”
“Going to breed me,” she growls into his shoulder, and bites down into the muscle there and pulls, riding the shudder it sends through the whole length of him, feeling his cock swell against her walls. “That’s what you ran for. That’s what I marked this cock for.” She grinds down to the root and holds, deep, claiming, her juices soaking them both. “Give me your seed. Fill me up like you were made to.”

The words wreck him worse than the teeth. He strains up under her pinning weight, every scratch and bite alight, the instinct of it catching in his own *** now, the need to empty everything he has into her rising fast and hot. She feels it building, feels his cock go rigid and desperate, and she is not ready to let him yet. She sits back and pulls him with her by the wrists so he has to follow, then presses him flat again, deliberate, palms on his chest, her weight her tool. She likes him there. The reach of her body over his, the way she can pin and grind and watch his face come apart. She sets a slower, meaner pace, drawing it out, her thumbs tracing the raw lines down his sides so the sting rides under the pleasure, her cunt gripping him in slow wet pulls, keeping him at the edge on purpose.
“Not yet,” she tells him, low, when she feels him strain. “You come when I say. You come when I’ve got you where I want your seed.”
He whines, deep in his chest, the most honest sound he owns, his cock throbbing inside her, his whole body sheened in sweat under her.
She rewards the surrender in it. She braces both hands on his chest and drives down fast and deep and merciless, her wet cunt clenching, chasing her own edge now, her breath breaking into that growl, and when it takes her she comes down over him with her teeth in his neck and her nails in his skin and her whole weight bearing him into the cold ground, clamping down around his cock, greedy, pulling. “Now,” she snarls against the mark. “Give it to me now, give me your seed, breed me.”

He follows her over with a rough broken shout that ***ters up into the branches, his cock pulsing hard, spilling everything he has deep into her exactly as she chased him to, and she works her hips through all of it, grinding him deep, milking his cum out of him in thick waves and keeping every drop, her cunt fluttering greedy around him, taking. He empties himself into her until there’s nothing left and still she rocks on him, wringing the last of it free.

For a moment they lie there, both slick with sweat and her juices and his spend, his cock still buried and twitching inside her, his chest heaving under her weight. But she is not finished. One was never going to be enough tonight.
She lifts her head from his shoulder and there is that grin again, all teeth, her eyes still black and hungry. She tilts her hips to keep him plugged inside her, keeps every drop where she put it, and she starts, slow, to grind again. “That’s one,” she murmurs against his jaw. “I told you I’d take it twice.” She feels his softening cock stir at the words, at the merciless promise in them, and she reaches back to cradle his balls in her palm, rolling them, coaxing. “Get hard for me again. You’ve got more to give and I’m going to take all of it.”

He groans, oversensitive, wrecked, but his body answers her the way it always answers her, *** pooling thick, his cock filling again inside the tight wet grip of her, and she feels it and purrs. She rides him back to full hardness with slow filthy rolls of her hips, her wetness and his first load easing every stroke, the slick obscene sound of it loud in the dark. When he is full and rigid again she rises up, sinks down slow to the root, and takes both his wrists once more, pinning him flat beneath her the way she likes him best.

“There he is,” she breathes, and begins to fuck him in earnest, harder this time, her tits swaying, sweat dripping off her onto his chest, her cunt driving down onto his cock over and over. “You feel that? Feel how full of you I already am? Going to make you fill me again. Going to keep both loads in me. Nobody breeds me but you.” She bites his throat, drags her nails ***y-hot down his flank. “This cock is mine. This is all it’s good for. Filling me up until it takes.”

“Please,” he gasps, past words now, hips bucking up to meet her every downstroke, chasing the wet heat of her, “please, I’m yours, breed me, take it, take all of it.”

“That’s it,” she snarls, riding him savage, her weight bearing him into the earth, her cunt clenching down in tight greedy pulls. “Give it to me. Give me your seed. Every drop. Now.”
She comes first this time, hard, clamping around his cock and throwing her head back with a growl that has nothing human left in it, and the vice of her drags him over the edge right behind her. He spills into her again with a broken cry, his cock pumping the last of what he has deep where she demands it, and she grinds down through all of it, sweat-slick and shaking, wringing him dry a second time, her cunt milking him until he has nothing left to give and still she takes.

After, she does not get off him.
She stays seated over him with his softening cock still buried inside her, both loads sealed deep where she chased them, drawn low and possessive across his chest, her mouth against the bruise where his neck meets his shoulder, in no hurry to let a single drop escape. His heart is a wild thing under her cheek, slowing. Pine and earth and salt and sex, sweat cooling on both of them, the smell of the two of them mingled everywhere. Every place she bit and scored is a low warm hum he will carry for a week and be glad of. She tilts her hips to keep him plugged and drags her nose along his throat, lazy, satisfied, sated at last, the hunt finished and the mate caught and bred exactly as she wanted, twice over.

“Mine,” she murmurs into his skin. “Both of you now. And whatever takes.”

He turns his face into her hair. Doesn’t need to answer. She already knows.
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This worthless pathetic dumb Bitch is a Pan-sexual female Slave born in 1997, presently serving a Master who was born in 1973, (24 yrs elder to it, and he is it's father's younger brother.) It's a slut, with low, vile mental traits who's main turn on is being insulted, humiliated and degraded. On It's Masters direction this Slut is Serving It's Master's elder brother too (you guess who that is), and a friend of him, a lesbian Mistress and her bisexual female servant too. Love and crave being insulted and degraded......

Fiend's Dark Side ♾

Welcome, my sweet submissive, step lightly in this room,
Where shadows dance with velvet whispers, and passions start to bloom.
The air hums low with secrets, the promise of delight,
A world beyond the ordinary, beneath the cloak of night.

Kneel softly, my darling, let gravity embrace,
In this space I’ve crafted, you’ll discover your place.
Together, we will weave through sensations, both bliss and ***,
Each moment holds a lesson, each pleasure — a strain.

Oh, let me guide you gently, with hands that hold and bind,
In every tether you surrender, a deeper truth you'll find.
For trust is the foundation, the currency we share,
In shadows, we’re both naked, exposed and laid bare.

Welcome to the realm of pleasure where boundaries melt away,
Where every gasp and whisper adds color to our play.
I’m the Fiend, the architect of your wildest dreams,
I’ll tease out your desires ‘til nothing’s as it seems.

Feel the pulse of my intentions, let them wash over you,
Like waves that crash on soft beaches, our connection feels so true.
You are fierce yet tender, a goddess poised with grace,
Embrace the soft surrender; let time slip from its place.

You’ll bleed, yes, but not in sorrow, it’s ecstasy that reigns,
This dance of give and take, where pleasure intertwines with ***.
Every mark tells a story, each bruise a badge of trust,
In this dark side of existence, indulge, you surely must.

Anoint your mind with fantasies, let shadows play their games,
Uncover layers of your spirit, and free yourself from shames.
You’re sexy, oh so captivating, a flame in the night,
In realms of twisted craving, I’ll guard you with my might.

This isn’t merely physical; it’s a spiritual embrace,
A dance of souls, electrified, in this delicate space.
You’ll soar within the ecstasy, reach heights sublime and vast,
But know the tether holds you close, a bond that’s meant to last.

I’ll guide you through the darkness, where *** may linger still,
With every step, you'll find your strength, your heart will bend, but will.
And when you scream, my precious girl, it’s music to my ears,
In every peak of pleasure, you’ll find solace from your ***s.

But heed the words I whisper, the limits we define,
Respect for every boundary is a precious, sacred line.
This is a dance of mutual trust, an echo of your soul,
Each gasp, each soft surrender, intertwines to make us whole.

From the depths of your submission, rise fiercely to the light,
In this place, my beautiful, we’ll dance 'til day meets night.
Awaken every nuance, the thrill within each caress,
In the arms of my devotion, you’ll discover your finesse.

And after all the fervor, when you've tasted sweet release,
I’ll bring you back to gentle shores, a haven full of peace.
For in the heat of passion, after chaos turns to calm,
We’ll find our way together, in the aftercare, the balm.

So let your heart beat faster, let the darkness pull you in,
Welcome to my wicked world, where feeling and *** begin.
Embrace the depth of passions, adventure waits on high,
In the realm of your Fiend, my darling, come and fly.

Forever in your journey, we’ll explore all that can be,
Bound together by these moments, entwined eternally.
For in this dance of dominance, and in the depths we roam,
You’ve found the heart of darkness, and made it your new home.







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The Fiend’s Touch ♾

In the depths of the night, our bodies entwined,
A symphony of passion, both fierce and kind.
Your skin against mine, a fiery caress,
Your submission a gift, a sweet confession.

I bind you tight, in ropes of silk,
Each knot a promise, each touch like milk.
Whispers of desire, in your ear I breathe,
Our connection burning, like an eternal wreath.

Your eyes meet mine, with a hungry gaze,
As I embrace your body in a gentle craze.
Trembling and trusting, in my arms you lay,
Lost in the moment, where pleasure holds sway.

Teasing touches, a slow tease,
Your moans of pleasure, like music to please.
I fill your heat, with my hardened length,
Your gasps and cries, a symphonic strength.

Clenching and gasping, on the edge you stand,
From dominance's cup, you drink with demand.
*** and pinned, impaled just right,
Cockwarmed by desire, in the dim moonlight.

Surrender to me, my cherub so dear,
In this moment of bliss, there's nothing to ***.
Your trust in me, a sacred bond,
Our souls entwined, in a passion so fond.

I take you higher, as you soar,
Your submission a gift, I deeply adore.
In the dance of our souls, we find release,
In the depths of our feeling, our passion will not cease.

So let us embrace, in this fiery dance,
Where passion and desire meet in a trance.
In the depths of the night, our feeling will soar,
In the world of BDSM, we find so much more.

So my sweet cherub, my willing muse,
In the depths of our feeling, we'll never lose.
Embracing the kinks, that make us complete,
In our D/s dynamic, our souls will meet.








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The Fiend’s Whispers ♾

In the dim-lit echoes of our shared desire,
Where shadows dance with flickering flame,
I hear your voice, a gentle whisper,
Calling me forth to fulfill your claim.

My sweet submissive, my cherished girl,
In your words, I find the pulse of our truth,
You crave the structure, the sacred framework,
A tapestry woven in the threads of our youth.

Each rule a promise, each boundary a gift,
In this dance of dominance, we twine and weave,
Your longing for ownership, a potent embrace,
In surrender, my dear, you find the reprieve.

With every caress, I ***t your canvas,
A masterpiece born from passion’s delight,
Your body, a temple, I worship with fervor,
In the depths of our night, we ignite the twilight.

Feel the heat of my breath on your tender skin,
As I challenge your limits, push you to explore,
In the intensity of our D/s dynamic,
You’ll find the freedom you’ve longed for before.

My hands on your throat, a symphony sweet,
A shiver of power, a thrill that ignites,
I whisper, "You are Mine," let the world fade away,
In this sacred space, we ascend to new heights.

***, my dear, a lover’s refrain,
An aphrodisiac, a rush of desire,
In the throes of our passion, we dance on the edge,
Where boundaries shatter, and hearts catch fire.

Your trust, a treasure, I hold in my hands,
A bond forged in loyalty, respect, and care,
Together, we venture through darkened corridors,
Exploring the nuances, the depths we both share.

In this realm of the heart, the spirit, the soul,
Our connection transcends mere physical ties,
With every heartbeat, we deepen our pact,
In the tender embrace of our intimate sighs.

I long for you fiercely, my sweet submissive,
Your essence entwined in the fabric of me,
In this dance of intensity, we lose, and we find,
A journey of passions, where souls dare to be free.

So let us embrace this exquisite surrender,
With each moment, our desires align,
In the rhythm of tango, our bodies will pulse,
As Dominant and submissive, our spirits entwined.

Together we’ll carve a path of our making,
With trust as our compass, love as our guide,
In the depths of our union, we flourish and grow,
In this beautiful chaos, forever abide.

My dear little girl, you are my heart, my delight,
With every heartbeat, I cherish your call,
In the tapestry of shadows, we’ll weave our own light,
An extreme and intense story written in passion's enthrall.







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Our Symphony Of Submission And Dominance ♾

For my cherub, my muse, my eternal flame,
This is our dance, our sacred claim.
Bound by trust, by passion, by desire,
We ignite the world, a consuming fire.

I. The Prelude: A Whisper of Intent

The room breathes with shadows, soft and deep,
A sanctuary where our secrets keep.
Candlelight flickers, a golden hue,
Casting spells only we can construe.

You kneel before me, my cherub, my own,
A masterpiece of flesh and bone.
Your eyes, they glisten, a silent plea,
To surrender, to trust, to belong to me.

I trace your jawline, a feather’s caress,
A promise of pleasure, a tender confess.
“My sweet,” I murmur, “tonight you’ll see,
The depths of devotion you inspire in me.”

II. The Binding: A Symphony of Restraint

Silken ropes, they coil and weave,
A lattice of control, a web to believe.
Each knot a vow, each loop a prayer,
Binding you close, my tender care.

Your wrists, they tremble, yet they obey,
A testament to trust, to the role you play.
“Good girl,” I whisper, my voice a flame,
Stoking the embers of this sensual game.

Your body, it arches, a bowstring taut,
A canvas for the art of passion wrought.
I admire my work, my cherub confined,
A masterpiece of surrender, beautifully designed.

III. The Tease: A Crescendo of Sensation

My fingers, they wander, a maestro’s touch,
Exploring the places you crave so much.
A trail of fire, a spark, a spark,
Igniting the night, leaving marks in the dark.

Your breath, it hitches, a melody sweet,
A symphony of longing, of need, of heat.
I whisper commands, my voice low and firm,
Guiding you deeper, to the edge of the term.

“Do you feel it, my cherub, the power I wield?
The way your body yields, the way it kneels?
You’re mine to command, mine to adore,
My little one, my heart’s very core.”

IV. The Union: A Harmonic Fusion

Slowly, I enter, a conqueror’s claim,
Filling the void, igniting the flame.
You gasp, you shudder, you clench, you sigh,
A perfect harmony, you and I.

Cockwarming, a ritual, a sacred rite,
A connection that transcends the night.
Your warmth envelops, a velvet embrace,
A testament to trust, to our shared space.

I rock you gently, a rhythm, a song,
A dance of dominance, where we belong.
Your moans, they echo, a melody pure,
A symphony of submission, of feeling’s allure.

V. The Climax: A Thunderous Release

The tension builds, a crescendo near,
A storm of passion, of lust, of ***.
“Let go,” I command, my voice a roar,
“Surrender to me, to the feeling we adore.”

You shatter, you break, you come undone,
A supernova beneath the moon and sun.
I follow you close, my own release,
A flood of devotion, a moment of peace.

VI. The Afterglow: A Lullaby of Feeling

In the quiet, we linger, entwined as one,
Our battle fought, our victory won.
I stroke your hair, your skin, your soul,
A reminder that you make me whole.

“My cherub,” I whisper, “my débutante, my prize,
You’ve unlocked the heavens, the stars, the skies.
In your submission, I find my grace,
In your devotion, my sacred place.”

VII. The Eternal Bond: A Jazz of Souls

Our dynamic, a jazz, a rhythm, a flow,
A dance of dominance, a tender glow.
Each note, a touch, each chord, a kiss,
A melody of feeling, of eternal bliss.

Through trust, through limits, through respect, we grow,
A garden of passion, where our feeling can show.
In every nuance, in every hue,
I find my purpose, my truth, in you.

Finale: A Promise Unending

So here we stand, my cherub, my muse,
In this dance of dominance, we cannot lose.
For in your submission, I find my might,
And in my dominance, you find your light.

Together, we’ll explore, we’ll push, we’ll soar,
A feeling so deep, it’s forevermore.
My sweet cherub, my heart, my flame,
In this BDSM symphony, I’ll never let you wane.








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