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A column of amber lights flick in the reflection of the icy window from each set table I can see. The thick smell of burnt cinnamon wax fills the room like incense. I'm angled away from him, with pinned legs and paws clutched together in my lap. He's rather imposing, both because of his massive form but also how he looks just like Steven. Ophelia, my old bestie from high school, set up this date and I'm starting to gather why. My gaze is lost in his sleek onyx fur while I mull over something to say while I'm lost in thought. He notices me staring so I avert my gaze out the window to watch the snowfall as nonchalant as I can. It's hard to talk to him, why did he remind me of him? While staring out the window I try and finally tear through the silence we had sewn since arriving, I don't want to be rude. "This is. . . Much more romantic than I thought it would be."

He seems amused with my discomfort. "You have not been here before, then? I thought it would be a nice place to meet you," he made a gesture at the other empty tables, "No one's around, it's somewhat fancy. The food is good. Candlelight. Great wine." He tips his half empty glass towards my full glass to enunciate his point.

My brow twitches up, bemused with the formality he's used to. "This is somewhat fancy to you? This is like, the place for a third or fourth date and I'm just meeting you," I giggled out with an equally amused expression on my face, "Maybe not even that, this is a place for fancy couples maybe but I've never heard of it. I feel uncomfortable being here with you." My amused features turn sour when I speak my mind, I didn't mean to. It just . . . came out. He looks on apprehensively and tilts his head up and then down with a nod that said obviously. His striking features only made sharper by the angle of his head in the light. He was unearthly beautiful. I have to stop thinking about Stephen.

"Yes, I understand. I should introduce myself so we are not strangers. How much did Ophelia tell you about me? She's told me so much about you, Melody." The emphasis he puts on my nickname really grinds into me. His deep, elegant voice calling me that makes it almost bearable. Almost. He holds his wine with a steady hand, and continually swirls it like a joke aimed at me, since I still haven't had any of the wine he ordered me.

"I see she's told you a fair bit then... She only told me your name, and that you're a very handsome black wolf. She was right, of course. You are stunning." She also told me that he's a big womanizer. What she didn't tell me, is how much he looks like Stephen. I smile encouragingly towards him, but it's only half genuine. I'm still annoyed that she told him about that name.

"Thank you Melod--. "

"Stop, please. Melanie, Mel, anything but that name." I have to look away from him, he's using this name but he doesn't know. I can't stand it, but I can't blame him for being curious. It just . . . hurts me. "Please, let's move on. Tell me about yourself. How old are you, where are you from, what do you like to do, where do you work?" I gabber off questions that I hope he answers. I am genuinely curious, but I need to change the topic. Usually I can read someone but he looks like he's hiding something. He's really intimidating,

"Melody's a cute name though. Mel could be short for either. And I like cinnamon, candles, and to dance." Okay, so he mostly ignored my wishes again. That's okay, I didn't really care anyway if he's going to use Mel.

"Just... Fine, call me that," I­'m starting to get a bit uncomfortable, but it seemed he knew the boundaries I had and wouldn't do more than bump or scrape into them.

His next response is soft, almost sultry. "It's short, and cute. A name befitting of you."

"O--oh. Thanks." Flattering. I keep getting the feeling that he's leading me. I'm used to being the one leading. I feel comfortable in control. The air about him makes me feel slightly uncomfortable, trepidatious. He's so large and overbearing I don't know that I could hope to get in control. Should I cede the ground and give him control? I don't trust him that much. Not yet.

"Tell me about you. What are your passions, Mel?" We sat and talked for a good thirty minutes before our food was there. He was very good at conversation, but he always steered it towards me. Not that I mind, but I wanted to know more about him and every time he did that he felt more and more mysterious. From what I gathered, he was really passionate. But he didn't like talking about his personal life or what he was even most passionate about. I kept letting him lead, testing him how I could. He was incredibly clever.

The food arrives on a large silver tray. They really try to be fancy, it almost comes off as tacky now that I think about it. They must have started up the grill just for us, we are the only ones in the joint but I reckon this because the waiter that brings the food has a sour expression on his face. The smells soon hit my nose as he gets close, overwhelming my senses with the scents of spice and chicken instead of the burning wax smell. My stomach growls as soon as the food is set. He continues to try and make small talk, but I feel uncomfortable talking with my mouth full so I simply nod at him encouragingly.

After a while I've become stuffed to the brim, so I'm only nibbling on my food. He tries to strike up conversation again now, "So tell me about Melody. Why does Ophelia call you that?" I look into his eyes and I start but the words catch in my throat. The only thing that comes out is a pained cough that only a sip of wine can fix.

I change the topic, "Oh my gosh . . . that. That was marvelous. Thank you for meeting me here." I beam up at him, I had a good time so don't get me wrong, but I mostly want him to like me though I feel like I've been rude to him. The conversation was good, he was interesting and I was full. We talk for a few minutes more, and then I yawn by accident. "It's late."

He reflexively yawns in turn, which makes me chortle. I remember hearing that yawning from someone else means that you feel like you have a connection to them. He likes me. I'm still not sure if I like him. I think I had too much wine, though I feel like I'd only had that one sip. He finally nods in accordance to my statement, "It is late. I will take you home." That sultry voice again. It rumbles in my chest and soothes my aches, but maybe that's still the wine.

"Thank you, I'd like that." He takes my arm and escorts me out of the restaurant. I shiver when the cold air hits my wet nose.

"Here, come close Mel." He pulls me closer and transfers his thick wool coat to me. Inside it I start to wonder why it wasn't making smoke like we were. It makes me a bit too hot, in fact. He was wearing this the whole time, how could he stand the heat? I don't want to say anything, and it's much preferable to being in the bitter cold, so I stay within it and walk beside him to point the way home.

"So tell me about Melody. There were some things Ophelia left out, and I just have to know." He springs this on me now? It's late, I might be drunk. I feel heavy, hot, but also more talkative now.

I'm afraid to talk to him about this, it's personal. I don't know him that well, but he's done nothing but soothe me other than pry into this. Maybe I should. "It's... It's what someone I used to know called me. I've asked Ophelia to stop but I guess she still does behind my back." There. I said it.

He takes a moment. We're keeping the same pace but now he's silent up until he speaks with that deep rumble now vibrating my body, "Why was that so hard to say?"

Why did he have to make that so . . . patronizing? Maybe he didn't mean to sound that way. I don't want to come off as rude. "I don't really want to talk about it, but he . . . isn't with us anymore. I just don't like when people remind me of him. You're already a tall wolf, and look so much like him. So please." I'm tearing up at this point, but I don't want to let him see that.

But with that, he lets off. "Thank you for telling me." Maybe he's not that bad. The whole saunter home he holds an arm around my side. My shoulder digs into his stomach but he doesn't seem to mind. I can feel his warmth, even now out in the cold, permeating his wool coat and making my back hot. It's calming and comforting emotionally but it's actually uncomfortably hot, and almost like he knows what he's doing. I don't want to bring it up, but by the time we finally get home I'm sweating. We walk up to my door's landing, and I start unbuttoning his navy blue coat on the way up to free me from the hellish prison. He stays at the bottom most step and holds my hand on the way up.

"Thank you for walking me home. It was nice, all of it-the walk home, the food, your company. I had a nice time." I half-heartedly smile up at him, and when I do I notice that he would have to duck to fit inside my door. The light that shines down above his head shows his features off better. He's gorgeous. He reminds me too much of Stephen.

"Of course Mel, it was wonderful to meet you. Ophelia was right about you. Most things, anyway." Most things? What did she tell him? He takes his paws in mine. His head suddenly starts to get larger and my eyes widen, unsure of what's going on until I realize that he's going in for a kiss. A kiss?! Did I want a kiss? Should I give him that ground? I'm usually so stoic, but he makes me waver. Something about him, maybe everything about him, makes me want to let him have that and maybe more. Could I stop him if I wanted to?

In the time it takes him to finally get to my face from his perch, I decide to give in. I want to take the chance with him. He can have a little ground. My paw on my keys in his pocket, I absentmindedly unlock the door in case I need to retreat. His head reaches mine and his eyes are still open. My lips are still slightly pursed and my eyes were glazed over and half closed. I'm slightly confused, but he gives me a warm, sly smile. "I wanted to thank you more in person. But I'm still thirsty. Do you mind if I come in for some coffee before I brave the cold again?"

I don't buy it. Everything is wrong with that sentence. Maybe he's drunk and wants to sober up with. If he'd just tell me the truth, that'd be fine. I guess I feel more comfortable letting him come in here than I would be joining him at his place. I can't leave him out there again. "Uh. Sure, come in. I'll make some coffee." I could use enjoy some intimate attention, I'm sure that's what he has planned anyway.

I bring him inside, and watch him as he comes in. Sure enough, he has to duck down to get beyond the doorway. He plants himself on my couch and I hop into the kitchen and start coffee for him. It's not long before the rich, mature scent invigorates my lungs. I keep a watch on him from the bar, and sure enough he's looking at the pictures on the coffee table nearby. There are two of Stephen, but from this angle it looks as if it's a mirror he studies when he draws it near.

The coffee dings, so I pour us both a glass. I stare into my mug while it fills, it's just as black as his coat. As their coat. The black circle steadily growing inside a white circle soon fills my vision as I focus in on it. I can't get him out of my mind. The color spills from the mug and I don't react. Another moment and my paw is hot, the black has soaked my paw. It's like he's holding my hand again, black covering the paw and hot. But this is hotter, it's burning. Suddenly I snap back when I hear his voice calling for me. "Melody?" Ouch. I quickly realize what's going on, stop pouring, and run some warm water over my pained paw.

After a moment of cleanup I bring him his mug, one I don't use. I sit down a cushion apart from him. I take short sips of my, admittedly, mostly creamer and milk coffee and watch him from the corner of my eye. He's content to just sip coffee in silence. "You have a lot of pictures. It's nice to keep these memories." He stands up and finds the pictures on my parent's old record player and stand. "Well this is nice, you have a record player. Does it work?" I look over at him and nod like it's obvious. "Then you're going to come dance with me."

Dance, with him? "Dance?" He had loved to dance. I guess I can dance with this guy. "I haven't danced in ages, but I will if you take the lead." I heft myself up and come over to him, move my pictures out of the way, and start up the record player with the present record in it. I realize now why I hadn't used this in forever. This was his favorite record.

I notice him eyeing me before responding to my uncomfortable countenance. "I love dancing. Come, let us dance, Melody." He takes my paw in his, and puts the other on my waist. He starts leading me, taking me to and fro about the little open space in the living room. He didn't know how to dance to this song, it was too quick for a slow dance which he obviously wanted, but he didn't let that stop him. Regardless, he did really well to lead me. He was skilled, I think. He tried a few fancy tricks, like spinning me like a top, but they all ended in me getting dizzy or landing on my butt.

The last time I fall down, he lights a candle. He draws me back up and we start back again. The music changes and this time he gets what he really wants, to hold me close and slowly guide me around. His paw grabs a small fist of fur and he presses my head into his chest. It's warm, but it's a comforting heat. "It's okay Melody, I'm here with you." I look up from his chest and he's eyeing me with a radiant smile. Tears start dripping down, one by one, from my eye. I look away and hide my face in his chest. He's Stephen. He has to be. He's too comforting.

After a moment he picks back up the dancing, but now it's more of a slow romantic swaying. The track changes again and now I have to laugh because of the dissonance between our slow dance and the fast paced song. He tries to twirl me again and I try to do it with him, but I fall on my butt again. That's starting to get sore. He draws me back up and we start slow dancing again. He leads me, to and fro, and now we start moving out of the living room. "Which way is your bedroom?" I think I know where this, us, is going.

After I think a moment I point him the way and he continues to lead our slow swaying until we get to my room. The music is still audible in here, faint guitars and drums playing a cadence of love. It's like he knew the album. He goes in for another twirl, and this time instead of falling on the floor I tumble backward and land flat on my bed. "Oof. I'm still dizzy from the second one, give me a moment." I stare up at him and make a short giggle. He is Stephen, in some way. I'd do anything to be with him. While I'm sitting, he takes this chance to light the two candles I've never lit in my room.

Faintly, I can tell that I'm shining in the reflection of his eyes. I try to imagine what I look like from his point of view. Steven used to call me his curvy fox. A smile spreads across his face so I trace the line from his eyes to me to realize my skirt was tussled up when I was knocked back and he has a clear view up it. Red spreads across my face as both of my paws slide down and press it flat and cover my red panties. My gaze goes back to lock with his and his smile only sharpens into a smirk and he shakes his head. "No no my little fox, the skirt is going to come up soon so might as well leave it." His fox? I can't say I haven't wanted that deep, chest rumbling voice to call me his for ages.

I try and recall his name, I can picture Ophelia saying it clearly but the only name that comes to mind is Steven. Maybe he really is. My eyes, still locked into his, catch the glimmer of desire shine at me when my skirt is lifted back up. He leans in, with a confident smirk spread across his face. His lips get so close to my ear before he whispers, "Are we doing this, Melody?" My breath spikes as he confirms what I had been assuming, and I embarrassingly nod. My mind had been made up from the moment I saw him.

"Please . . . I want you," under my breath I whisper his name and I turn my head to enunciate my point with a kiss on his cheek. It seems this was all he needed before he began to strip. His navy blue pleated pants drop, and his dark red boxers now present themselves to me. I smirk in a playful way while he takes off his button-up shirt and now the sight which I had been wanting to see so long stands in front of me in want of me.

He waits a bit before he almost glares at me expectantly. "Okay, I got naked, your turn Melody." At first it was jarring, for him to use the same name that Stephen did--especially because he looks just like him--but now it's almost calming. My arms cross as I grip the hem of my shirt and tug it up and over my head. My shirt crumples on the floor when I toss it aside, and I do the same with my skirt on top of it.

"There, now we're both in our underwear." I give him a red-faced smile, this was certainly not my first time having sex but it never got less embarrassing to be in this position.

"Mm, that doesn't count as underwear. Take the bra off. Now, Fox." Oh, now he's getting serious.

"Y--yes sir!" I hesitate again before I unclasp my bra and let it fall from my arms before I toss it with my other clothes and try to catch his gaze. I can tell he's staring at my tits now. My face glows red as I catch something from the edge of my gaze and then I can definitely tell that he enjoys seeing my boobs by the growing bulge in his boxers. "Is it getting a little tight, there?"

His gaze slowly works from my chest up to my eyes and his rough countenance sends a shiver down my spine. His face tells me he's seeing a piece of meat, and he's ravenous. He starts taking his underwear off and my eyes fall from his face to his junk and eye it the way he eyed me. It's still not at full mast out of its sheath but it's massive, nothing less expected from such a large wolf. "It's about to."

That comment makes me flush as he leans forward. His face soon takes up the periphery of vision even as my eyes widen in surprise. His breath is incredibly hot on my face, blows away the burnt wax odor and smells heavily of coffee with the soft bite of wine. His nose flares while he ducks his head into my neck and deeply inhales my scent. I feel his paws tighten around my waist and his fingers curl into my waistband before he starts to tug my red panties down.

With my panties around my knees, he scoots up a bit more to get his chest near mine. I realize what he's thinking and shake my head quickly. "S-sir! Y-you can't, I'm not ready..." He stirs for a moment before he gives a soft nod. I'm glad he agrees, I'd be afraid to take all of that without being extra wet.

He kisses my neck, and I pant out over his ear while my body tenses and straightens up. His paws continue to grope my hips, his claws tease the skin hidden in my fur. His lips caress my neck before they slide down from my neck to the center of my chest all while he kisses each patch of fur on his way down. His muzzle gets closer to the tip of my breast, and as it does he draws his right paw up from my hips to grope that side's breast. I don't have the largest breasts, they're large C's, if that says anything, but he treats it as if he's going to draw ambrosia from my nipple. My body tenses more and I arch my back to press what I want him to touch into him. His lips peck tender kisses all around my nipple until it lands on the nose and he tugs the erect nub firmly with his lips. I shudder, my whole body is completely under his teasing command.

I hardly notice when his left paw slinks around my hip to my lap. But the second it pinches my somewhat hidden clit it sparks pleasure all over my body. "C--careful that's really sensitive!" He ignores me, to no one's surprise. His fingers roll my now more exposed clit and the sensation drives me mad.

Soon he changes position, his lips and tongue done pressing my chest's button. His body glides down my front, giving his same tender kisses to my body. My body comes to a more relaxed state, every sensual kiss tames my muscles. He can be so tender when he wants to be. My paws slide over to hold his head gently while his lips fancy kissing my thighs, which twitch embarrassedly as I know he's staring at my vulva now. His muzzle is large enough that I assume if he opened it wide enough and tried to bite me from my crotch, his teeth could touch my navel.

He continues to tease my thighs with rubbing paws and loving lips until I suddenly feel his lips touch mine. I start drawing in breath. He leans in and parts his lips, making mine follow suit. I start shaking my head, I'm not ready for it. But regardless, his tongue takes one glancing lick from the bottom of my muff to the top before he digs in. His insanely hot tongue stuffs into my slit and makes butterflies of my stomach. My lungs become empty as I moan into the room.

After he continues to dig his tongue so deep inside me for a while, I tell him to focus more on the clit. I grit my teeth and my entire body tenses up when his tongue slides partially out and he starts to lap all over my burning nub. My arched back gives him a better angle to stuff his tongue back in, and he uses his fingers now to stimulate my little flared button. My moans become sharp cries of desire. "O--ooh! Just like that, don't stop for anything..." My paw grips onto his head and keeps it tucked into my lap while my legs twitch and my body spasms, every motion of his hot wet tongue inside me makes me tremble. His lips are wet, I'm sure his face is soaked.

My free paw slides up to my chest, kneading into the flesh of my breast while the other holds his head down for dear life. My mind gets hazy and my breath becomes short and heavy. He's not the most experienced at this, but his dedication and desire makes this worth every moment. My moans only seem to make him want to eat me out more, spurring everything he has into pleasuring my body.

He doesn't seem to want to stop, which makes me glad. I can feel my stomach muscles tensing up harder and harder. "I--I'm going... to..." My mind grasps at words that slip away, my breath becomes too short and my moans stop any last chance I would have to finish a coherent sentence. His fingers continue circling into my clit, giving it occasional pinches, and tugging it firmly, agonizingly, while his tongue laps over my g-spot much to my amazement. My head slowly tucks back, my eyes roll up, and my toes curl halfway while every muscle in my body feels the spark as it comes all at once. My orgasm suddenly arrives, making my whole body tremble and shake. I become a hot, moaning, convulsing mess. I feel his tongue more intimately as my walls clench firmly around his tongue and nose. His attentions now start to drive me crazy. My orgasm doesn't stop him from eating me out, and my moans become cries, "S--stop, too much, g--get off!" My paws grope and push at his head, desperation thick on my voice. I can't stand the pleasure of his paws and tongue anymore, but he won't stop them. I have to bear the intense discomforting pleasure with my teeth clenched as much as my pussy, my legs shaking, my body overstimulated, until he finally lets go and I go completely limp on the bed.

He slowly draws his head back and from my panting ragdoll position I can see the slick dripping from his muzzle. One of his paws wipes his face clean like he had finished a meal, and his other slides from my thigh up to my hip. "Now now little fox, it's time to get what I need from you..."

He grabs onto either side of me and tugs me over with my legs sprawled on either side of him and his lap meshes against mine. I start to get control of my body back and so I arch my back so I can watch his meaty shaft grind against my vulva. The sensation sends sparks throughout my body. If his length wasn't wet before, it's covered with slick now. I let him do as he wishes, every motion starts a new spark that takes my breath away. The steady collection of butterflies in my stomach grows ever larger, and soon I start to hunger for his cock. "N--ngf, enough grinding... You know we both want this."

His face contorts into a malicious grin, as if I'd given him exactly what he wanted. His upper body comes close to mine, and my breathing gets heavier while I turn my head away from his that draws near. His lips get near my ear, and his deep powerful voice rumbles out the three words I need to hear, "You're mine, now."

The scent of my arousal is hot on his breath so it fills my nose. His claws drag up from my hips, to my stomach, and then he wraps them around my pert breasts. They seem small in his massive hands, but he seems to enjoy them so much. Each firm tug rouses the butterflies, but they flutter about enough to lift my stomach and arch my back when he tweaks my nipples. He pecks feigned affectionate kisses down my cheek and neck. His jaw parts open and the smooth length of his teeth slide along my neck. I shake my head slowly, but his advances don't stop. While his hips draw back, his length glides across my clit. I can feel his tip now press just above the entrance to my eager slit. My paws hold onto his back and head, desperately clinging to him.

The anticipation becomes too much, I open my mouth "Plea--"he cuts me off by suddenly rolling his hips forward. His tip pierces me, his jaw clamps down on my neck, and I'm left helplessly panting. His hips press himself inside halfway before he draws back and starts to thrust. His pace is slow at first, testing the waters.

His right paw moves from my bosom down to my hip to take helm. His next thrust doesn't stop, his tip spears deep into me until it bottoms me out painfully. My abdomen clenches firmly and I cry out in pleasure and pain as his sharp tip jabs into my cervix, only for him to draw back at my sound and then disregard it as he rams it yet again. His firm, deliberate motions start to become more about his pleasure. Every time he hits my cervix I get more uncomfortably overstimulated.

My paws grope about his body as my vision gets hazy and my body doesn't listen to my own cries. It wants more. I can feel his teeth gnawing into my neck, completing the onslaught of pleasure. I keep trying to tell him to stop, but my throat can't contort into speech so I continue to endlessly scream his name or something incoherent.

Every time I cry his name it spurs something inside him, making him get rougher and quicker. Soon he's pounding his hips away into me rapidly as if right now all he wants to do is breed me. I realize that that's likely, and my claws sink into his shoulders while I start shaking my head and calling his name more, "Y--you can't!"

He growls into my neck and draws back his teeth to speak up, "Oh, but I will... This is mine now Melody. I need to prove it..." His muzzle clamps back down at a fresh place on my neck and lights that fire all over again. This quickly became bad, it was supposed to just be a date and maybe some casual sex but this guy intends on getting me pregnant. I start clawing into his back all the while he rams deeper and deeper into me. His thick canine length soon bares the base and I feel the knot as the rest hilts inside me.

I'm scared, not only by the thought of becoming a mother but the size of his knot and his obvious intention to bury it into me. Soon he shows the full brunt of that intention, his cock hilts inside my body and sends rough shivers of mixed pleasure and pain every time but now an added layer of arousal as his knot slams into my lips. I shake my head and claw more into his back, pleading with him through the pained cries of pleasure that keep my breath empty. My body rocks against my bed, audibly shaking it and making my head spin. "Steph--Stephen stop! Please don't do this to me again!"

But he doesn't listen. His knot continues to slam up against my vulva and slowly pries it open. Soon the rhythmic sound of his knot slapping against me becomes louder than my cries. It feels so large, so bulbous, I can't let him get it in me. As I keep clawing his back I start tugging my hips back and clenching the muscles inside as hard as I can, making his pathway much too tight. But he's so large, my hole is already spread so wide, that it hurts me instead. It's as if he planned on making me so wet and ready for his cock that I wouldn't be able to stop when he took me.

"You're gunna take this knot and my children, Mel. Right..." He sinks his claws into my chest and hip, and uses all of his strength to yank my body against his while his hips ram hard into mine. The sudden action wedges his throbbing bulb into my hole more than halfway all at once. I exclaim in pain, pleasure, and a dozen other confused emotions. "...now." I shudder and shake while he grinds his body into mine and finally gets the last bit of his knot into my tightened hole, but he doesn't stop grinding it inside my stretched muff.

As soon as it's inside me I can feel his grip get tighter, his growling get deeper, and the heat from his body making me more uncomfortable than I was before. He stays tensed for a moment, and then suddenly he starts howling out to signal his climax. His grip lightens and I can hear it in his motions and timbre what's coming. His tip spasms inside me, and I feel the resultant splash of his thick, fertile, canine cum against the back of my womb which he so roughly intruded upon. His entire fat cock throbs inside my pussy with the most stimulating of sensations while he empties jet after thick viscous jet of spunk inside my body to claim the mother of his children. It's hot, sitting inside my body it feels like it'll burn through me. There's so much of it, I feel fuller than from our dinner. I can only lay there and pant unhappily while he breeds with me without my consent.

After what seems like forever, he finishes. I feel bloated with cum. He hovers over me, panting heavy with the work and trials he had to go through to deny my wishes. His muzzle lets go of me, and he draws up enough to look me in the eyes with his nose pressed against mine. My head is still spinning, and I can't look him in the eyes for more reasons than that. I start pushing on him, desperately rejecting the situation. He only smirks and leans in to press his lips to mine, forcing me into a kiss. I use as much strength as I can to try and push him off while I close my lips harshly.

He only forces himself harder forward, making his tongue slip between my lips while I shake my head and turn it to the side to stop his kiss. He retreats this time, and just laughs throatily and leans up. His paws rub over my body and make me shiver. "You're not going anywhere for a bit, Melody. No matter how much you want to, we're kind of joined at the hip." I grimace and give up, just lying there under him. After a moment he obliquely notes "You know, you kept calling out for Stephen, that's not my name. That's kind of rude."

I turn my head to him, astonished and infuriated but he returns a knowing smile that I couldn't do anything if I tried and I go limp. My stomach burns, the deed was done and now I can only hope to play along and rush to get plan B in the morning if else fails... He takes me in his arms, a sly confident countenance betraying his beautiful face. I smell the same scent of burnt cinnamon wax of the candles I don't recall lighting in my room, and hear the flicker of the flame as it licks at the air while He falls asleep atop me.