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  She licked her full, burgundy lips and moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yes...” she moaned, “Yes ... Master..."

  He chuckled demonically. “That's more like it, slave."

  * * * *

  Gareth Janassi promised himself, when she left that day, he'd make a point of locating her again before he had to leave, with plans to capture her and bring her to Janassi Hall as quickly as possible.

  However, he only saw her once more. This time, Aurora was wearing a dress that showed off her assets to their fullest advantage. It was tailored, simple in design, of a shimmery fabric that rippled in rainbow colors. It flowed around what was clearly an extremely voluptuous figure. The deep, circular neckline revealed a generous amount of her soft, impressive cleavage. The dress clung to her body and flowed from her wide, soft, rounded hips and full buttocks to her feet.

  Gareth's breath caught when he saw her. He was unobtrusively observing from several feet away, lounging in an alcove, smoking a cigar. As Aurora was forcefully escorted into a doorway, he caught a whiff of her distinctive scent, cinnamon and spices with the heady overtones of fear and pain. He'd decided at that moment to have her. No matter what happened to her, he'd have her watched and eventually he'd get her. He was a patient man and though just looking at her for moments as she was taken to what was clearly something painful and dramatic, she'd aroused him.

  * * * *

  That was the last time Duke Gareth Janassi saw Aurora Katran in person for a very long time.

  He had her watched. After a while, he was informed that Aurora was making an attempt to find Janassi on her own, even though she did not appear to have any idea where to look.

  Gareth decided it was time to collect her.

  * * * *

  He pulled himself back but not out of her, she felt too damn good to completely abandon a second time. His hand stayed tangled in her hair, forcing her head back. He paused, his innate shapeshifting ability allowing him to expand himself just a little more, causing Aurora to groan deeply. “Oh...” she moaned, “...yes Master..."

  He grinned.

  After a moment's further pause, Gareth began pounding into her, fast and hard, the way he loved it and the way he knew his little slave loved it. She might scream, cry and cringe but she'd already come for him several times and each time he hurt or berated her, she'd become wetter and hotter. His tendrils, the restraints on her arms and legs, trembled at the sensation of penetration. The tight, hot fleshy sheath of her body, squeezed at him, tremors vibrating his cock with each hard slam, the feel of his balls banging against her softness, getting him slick and wet as he fucked her. His highly sensitive, satiny skin slid along his member as he rocked his hips and yanked her hair. His second hand, having left her breast as he began to bash her, found her ass and probed into her, feeling that tight little sheath, feeling himself sliding in and out of her. He shifted his fingers, widening one into a thick, blunt prodder, which he used to fuck her ass.

  Aurora groaned again and began gasping, “Please, please, please, please! Yes, Master! Oh, please, please, please..."

  He grunted. Her raspy voice and the sensation of her fucking hot body sent spirals of sensation all around his cock and his now equally sensitized shifted prodding finger. He felt his body spasm as his balls contracted in preparation for his own release. She was squirming, gasping and moaning. Her body stiffened and shuddered, but Gareth only registered this dimly as his member began to shudder. The amount of sensation, combined with her voice and her hot, wetness brought him to the height of pleasure. He came, spurting hot and hard into her depths, feeling the juices leave him, groaning with it. She screamed as he bashed her ass and came as well, her entire body writhing in ecstasy.

  * * * *

  He'd found her in a forest. Following her for a few days, he adjusted reality around her minutely, bringing her closer to his native demesne, enjoying this hunt intensely.

  She wore tight-fitting traveling leathers in shades of blue and looked more beautiful, sensual and sexy. She'd lost some of her innocence but Gareth could tell it was only due to much more sexual experience. She seemed more self-aware and carried herself with a bit too much pride. As he'd followed and studied her, he'd helped himself to her thoughts. She had no way of knowing he was there, or of turning him out if she had, so he'd made free with her memories.

  At night, he'd lie next to her, in wolf form, nuzzling her as she slept. He'd influence her dreams, continually playing erotic fantasies in her mind until her days became a miasma of unfulfilled desire. He'd make sure she wouldn't be able to satisfy herself, sending her to sleep or distracting her, the moment she tried to do anything.

  He'd found out some interesting things about her. She'd been the ship's whore for a time on her employer's pirate ship as well as plying herself for coppers on the docks of her city. She'd been a regular girl in a small brothel, which apparently wasn't successful and had finally decided to go hunting for her former employer, whom she'd heard was in the Northlands. It was really an excuse for her find Janassi, though she herself wasn't consciously aware of it.

  Once Gareth had finally managed to dig this up, he decided to push her the final step towards Janassi and make his presence known.

  * * * *

  The forest was significantly different from the green, leafy fairy-tale environment in which Gareth had first found her. The trees weren't green but varying shades of grays, deepening into blacks, with jewel-tone leaves that caught the light from the deep violet sky and threw it in colored motes across the leaf, grass and moss covered forest floor. Aurora had already remarked to herself how lovely she thought it was, which made Gareth smile a lupine smile as he padded along, hidden in the thick of the steely trees. He watched her with an animal lust as well as a more sentient one; the lust of a man who'd lived a very long time and enjoyed stalking his latest prey. She walked under gemmy trees, feeling horny and restless. She'd lost count of the days, having been alone, and talked to herself.

  She was slightly unhinged and Gareth liked her this way. She unconsciously rubbed her nipples through the light blue fabric of her thin blouse, fingers poking under the royal blue leather corset she wore, to play with them.

  It was late afternoon when the path opened out into a small clearing. The trees formed a thick canopy overhead allowing only slivers of lavender light to make their way through. Leaves littered the ground here, along with tall, soft ruby grasses and turquoise mosses.

  Aurora turned around in the clearing and sighed. “Goddess, I am so hot,” she muttered, playing with one breast through her blouse. “I don't even remember what the hell I'm doing out here."

  Gareth chuckled to himself, sitting on his haunches, a huge dire wolf, his fur a two-tone white/black. He licked his chops as he watched her settle down on a patch of moss and moan softly. Her hand slipped under the drawstring neckline of her thin blouse and pulled it down over her nipple. It was large and rosy, and the tip was stiff as she pulled and tweaked it with her fingers while looking down at what she was doing. She made a soft, “Mmmm” sound and slid her other hand down, between her legs. She wore skin tight sky blue pants of a butter-soft leather. They emphasized the shapeliness of her wide hips and full, round ass, as well as the curves of her well-formed legs. She began rubbing herself through the leather, moaning a little louder.

  This was further than he'd allowed her to get in a while. He knew if he let her rub and play with herself much longer, she'd come and that wasn't allowed. He stepped into the clearing and approached her. Her eyes were half lidded and she was moaning much louder now, squirming as she pressed her fingers against herself, her hand squeezing and pulling on her nipple, exposing even more of her large, creamy soft breast.

  He moved closer, sat directly in front of her and stared. She suddenly realized she was being watched and opened her eyes. They fixed on him and widened. A thrill of excitement rang through him as he saw the fear that registered on her face and heard her gasp of fright.

  He
smiled.

  Of course to her it looked like a snarl.

  She stiffened, her hands freezing where they were as he stepped closer to her, still smiling. He sniffed the air, then extended his muzzle to sniff at her. She watched him, petrified, as he lowered his muzzle to sniff slowly and thoroughly between her legs. Looking up, he smiled and licked his chops.

  Aurora nearly fainted.

  Gareth chuckled, growling, stepping closer to her.

  Aurora whimpered.

  He shape-shifted.

  Aurora gave a small scream, hands flying to her mouth reflexively, as the huge, evil-looking wolf changed before her eyes.

  Slowly, relentlessly, he grew, expanded, taking on a distinctly human form. He did it slowly, stretching out each adjustment for her viewing pleasure, knowing she had never seen a shapeshifter before. He became a slightly humanoid wolf, then a little more human in form, a wolfish man.

  Her eyes widened and she whimpered, covering herself reflexively.

  He snarled at her and continued his shift.

  She whimpered again, a little louder, as he took on a more distinct human form.

  His simple white tunic, black leather trousers and boots appeared as his body smoothed away peppery fur into pale skin, his body filling out, becoming large, muscular, with the lean lines of the Alpha wolf. His unbound hair took on the distinct shade of sunlight on snow, falling to the middle of his shoulder blades as he stretched with a low growl.

  He turned his face.

  The sharp features were coldly handsome and cruel—unmistakable to a woman whom, he knew, had memorized his appearance from the one time she'd met him.

  His narrow, tilted eyes fixed on her, the ambient light glittering in them like pale, icy amethyst.

  Gareth's smile was demonic and Aurora shuddered, whimpering again in dismay.

  She cowered away from him, recognition shining clearly in her moonstone-grey eyes.

  As he completed the shift, he held her captive in his gaze. His smile deepened into a villainously evil grin as his coiled body sprung, He tackled Aurora and slammed her back into the soft moss and grass, crushing her with the weight of his body.

  Aurora's breath was knocked out of her. She trembled with terror and managing only a weak, “D-duke Janassi?” before her mouth was conquered by his in a savage, possessive kiss that wrenched a deep groan from her and an lusty arcing of her body beneath his.

  Gareth forced his tongue into Aurora's pliant mouth, plunging in and out of her, fucking her mouth with his, encouraged by her immediate reaction to his attack. He maneuvered himself between her legs, pressing his hard and straining erection against her hot, wet sex. He ground his hips into hers, feeling her give and adjust beneath his unyielding hardness. After thoroughly kissing her, Gareth raised his head from hers, pleased beyond measure by the soft groan of protest she made.

  "Miss Katran,” he rumbled, “I believe we have some unfinished business."

  Aurora blinked up at him, eyes hazy and confused. “B-business, Your Grace?” she rasped, panting. Her extraordinary chest heaved with her quickened breath.

  Gareth grinned and ripped the front of her blouse and corset off her, freeing her enormous tits. The careless strength he displayed and the sheer brutality of his assault made her gasp. Looking at them, his grin deepened into a demonic leer. He licked his lips.

  "Ah ... Business,” he purred, “I've been wanting to see these since the day I met you."

  Aurora moaned, closing her eyes slightly. She turned her head and flushed an enticing shade of pink.

  He snorted softly at her reaction. You'd almost think she was a true virgin, the way she reacted to him.

  She shivered and licked her own lips, sending a jolt through him at the sight of her little pink tongue nervously wetting her slightly swollen ruby-red lips. He felt his cock twitch anxiously and he growled.

  "Wh-what do you want of me, Your Grace?” Aurora managed, her voice trembling and breathy, a deepening whisper that sent another electric jolt through his body which made him smile wolfishly.

  Gareth sat back, taking one breast in his hand and kneaded it. She groaned. Lowering his mouth to it, he caught it in his teeth and nipped, making her scream, then he began to suck. Her flesh was hot and soft in his mouth, the nub of her nipple hardened and swelled as he grazed it with his teeth. She tasted like spice and musk, leather and cinnamon. He groaned softly. Gareth felt her tremble and heard her panting as he sucked harder. His large hand closed around her other breast and squeezed it hard, twisting the soft globe of flesh as he did. Aurora screamed, arcing her back and mashing her tits into him. He moved his mouth to the other tit and his hand began to twist, squeeze and tease the breast he'd just left.

  Gareth felt her hand touch his head lightly, then fall quickly away.

  She feared touching him without his permission.

  He grinned inwardly. She'd been well-trained. He sucked her very hard, drawing as much of her flesh into his mouth as possible, making her cry out and arch again. He chuckled against her breast. Her body quivered with need and he lifted his head to look at her face.

  Aurora's head was tilted back, eyes half closed, full, deep rose lips parted as she panted.

  "What do I want of you, girl?” he growled, raising himself up over her, “What do you think I want of you?"

  She opened her eyes and looked at him, fearful of the sound of his voice. Her body was tuned to fever pitch with unfulfilled want, to see him glaring at her as though her words had offended him.

  "Milord?” she whispered, shivering.

  Gareth frowned. “Answer me,” he snarled. One hand closed around her shoulder, shoving it into the ground. The other seized a breast, fingers digging in, mashing and twisting it, bruising her, making her groan and shudder from the pain. “What do you think I want from you, slave?"

  Her eyes stayed on his though it was clear it was an effort for her. He frowned, twisting her nipples, waiting on her reply.

  "To-to ... to fuck me?” she managed, her voice little more than a pained whisper as he squeezed and pulled on her breasts.

  Gareth frowned. She needed more training. And he was the man to do that to her. If she was going to be given the opportunity to even see his cock, which he knew she wanted, she was going to earn it.

  "What?” he snarled, yanking on her nipples hard so that she cried out. He quickly straddled her, putting his entire weight on her hips, pressing her into the ground. Her legs were forced together and trapped beneath his considerable weight. She could now see the substantial hard bulk beneath his pants but she couldn't feel it. She automatically raised her hands to reach out and caress him. He stiffened and backhanded her viciously, his other hand twisting her nipple.

  She screamed and began to cry.

  Gareth glared at her. “What?” he hissed, his voice hard and stern. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them harshly over her head and pinned them there with a magical tendril he'd just raised for that purpose. She didn't deserve to touch him if she wasn't going to obey him properly. He sent another to wrap around her ankles and pin them to the ground.

  Aurora began sobbing, squirming under him, pulling at the sorcerous cirri now holding her helpless and taut. He felt her body tremble with unsatisfied need, making what he knew was a monumental inner struggle against lust and propriety even more tormenting. It amused him no end, though his eyes narrowed and became chilling as he glared at her.

  Gareth's voice was steely and threatening, “If you do not obey me, slave, I will leave you here, bound, horny and unable to come."

  As her eyes widened suitably in fear, he added, “And I will make very sure you are not able to, even if you are set upon by the demons and foul creatures that frequent this place."

  Aurora whimpered.

  "Now,” Gareth hissed, sitting on her, arms crossed over his chest, “Repeat yourself. What do you think I want from you?"

  Aurora groaned, squirming. Her body wanted so badly to come but she couldn't. She blinked,
trying to control her voice as she said, “To fuck me, Your Grace."

  Gareth sneered. “Almost right. Again."

  Aurora moaned. “To fuck me ... Master,” she said, her voice rough, low and sultry. Her dark grey eyes met his.

  Gareth felt a pleasant, satisfied vibration go through him as the words he'd been waiting a very long time to hear spilled from her kiss-swollen lips. “Damn straight,” he growled and threw himself on top of her again, kneading her breasts and burying his tongue deep within her mouth. She moaned and kissed him back with the raw animal lust he'd known was in her.

  Not even bothering to break the kiss, he moved a few fingers, gesturing vaguely and the remainder of Aurora's clothing vanished, baring her body to him for the first time. He continued to possess her mouth with his, burning himself deep into her memory as he penetrated her this way. He felt her hot, dewy softness beneath him, undulating and shuddering, her stomach rubbing against his still clothed, almost painfully hard cock. With regret, he pulled himself away from her intoxicating lips to stand and take in the full impact of Aurora's completely naked body.

  Bound by white, misty cirri, wrapped around her wrists and ankles, wriggling and moaning, her creamy skin flushed pink with wanton desire. Her figure was soft, lush, rounded and voluptuous. Her full breasts bounced as she struggled. Her pretty face was even more lovely as her swollen lips fell open in a whimper which turned into a pleading moan. She opened her eyes to see him taking her in, impassively. He gestured and the tendrils holding her ankles spread her legs, displaying the swollen, dripping wet flesh of her pussy and clit, dusted by a fine sprinkling of auburn curls. She obviously kept herself trimmed, which he preferred. Kneeling next to her, he slid four fingers into her body without preamble.

  Aurora screamed and he smiled. She was so wet, her body immediately contracted against his intrusion, but at the same time expanded to adjust to the four thick, long fingers he poked into her. “You like everything I have done to you.” he told her. Her answer was a moan and a trembling nod. “No,” Gareth said. “Tell me."