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Notes :

The story was put together via collective posts through role-play on Furcadia. So, when each paragraph has one of their names at the beginning, that is essentially a new post from one of us.

I tried to keep the mention of names to a minimum since this was the case, and though I considered going back and editing the whole thing to have a minimal mention altogether... well, it is quite a lengthy story.

I realize this may be a touch annoying for some people, but I think it gives a unique sort of edge to the tale as it comes from two different perspectives rather than just mine.

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Fisk waited in a rather content sort of mood, seated proudly upon that simple chair against the wall for the longest time. He had seen her, quiet and alone in that harem den-- seemed only fitting to choose a similarly themed room for the antics he had planned out. Though hardly in a fitting attire himself, the wolf was hardly in a mood to try and impressing the girl. In fact he was quite certain that would be her task, not his. As click perked that ear of his, the male stood to watch the pair enter the room; one lone guard and the familiar sight of his purchase for the evening. "Ah, thank you kind Sir." The guard was tipped handsomely and sent on his way, and behind him that door would shut with a soft thud and a click of the bolt sliding into place. Attention set upon her, this slender little thing of his desire.

Fisk folded arms across his chest as he narrowed eyes upon her, smile gone from his features for the time being. "Name." Not a question, a command given in that rich and smooth tone of voice of his with unidentifiable source of origin.

Jeanaia entered of her own will, merely escorted by the guard who'd donned a dutiful, though silly grin of glee as they strolled down the hallway. When secured, however, the guard went on his merry way and left the kitten to her renter's whim, the likes of whom drew her attention, but not her eye. Brilliant emerald gaze remained trained on the lush pillows littering the floor, small ears pricking toward his tone for both his former and latter utterance. "Jeanaia, Master," she said simply, though her tone alone added facets to the two words that their meaning could not - a breathy, soft, and almost ethereal voice suited the waifish female, coated in the purest milky cream and dashed by sooty grays in randomized spackles. Her garb was equally as delicate, fringed in small bells and trinket embellishments, mere transparent sashes of the richest satin over the most minute undergarments to guard her modesty.

Fisk had to admit himself just the tiniest amusement in the girl, even so much to offer a little chuckle at her words. "Very good... smart girl," he would murmur to her in a pleased tone, smile slowly creeping upon muzzle. The male stepped closer to her and lifted a palm to gently grace digits along her cheek, tenderly cup that face and tilt it to the side to get a better look at those eyes. "Mm... very nice." Fisk removed his hand and instead of just diving right into his plans, took a moment to admire that sensual little getup of hers. Now he wanted to discover just how smart the lithe thing was-- "Jeanaia, do tell me... what is your duty?" He expected a common answer, such as pleasing ones' Master and so followed up with a second part to his query. "... and how do you aim on pleasing me this evening?"

Jeanaia's chin did not deny him his touch, or the cradling caress that saw to a closer inspection of her profile, and those vivid greens that cast over his shoulder and never made direct contact with his own. A subtle blush bloomed at her cheeks at his flattery, a ghosting rose over lily white that seemed none too far from the current shade of her garb. When inquired of, her response was carried on that same gentle, unobtrusive and melodic tone, all seeming genuine, "To perform as requested of me, based on the foundation of mutual respect for the pursuit of pleasure and happiness." The kitten's reply was likely tailored to her own preference, and given her varying title of 'pet' and veritable arm candy, as opposed to mere 'slave' or 'cattle', the girl had obviously enjoyed the luxurious of a fair free will and impeccable grooming, all on account of trustworthy nature.

Fisk would arch a brow to that response, and although it satisfied his curiosity it also intrigued him on just how intelligent this young woman was after all. An intelligent slave was a bad thing, as they could plot and rebel against their owner; though this one was by far no run-of-the-mill collar warmer. He took a close sort of inspection of her facial expression and those warmed cheeks of hers brought a smile to his lips. Had he embarrassed her? How touching! "Very good," he replied calmly before that wolf reached out to her once more. This time however he took her palm in his and stepped back until he was seated in the chair as he had been before, still pulling gently upon that dainty hand of hers. "Come; sit in my lap my dear." Fisk was gentlemanly when it was necessary, a true savage at rare occasion-- for now he seemed content to pull her into his lap and coil an arm about her waist.

Fisk gently canted his head enough to press cool, damp nose against one of those raised ears of hers, deliver a soft bite to it as he whispered. "You'll be spending the night with me, Jeanaia... you have until morning to please me, and if you can satisfy my curiosities as well as my needs... you'll have yourself an owner..." Another bite was delivered to that ear, a soft sort of nibbling followed up by a long and slow lick along the rim. "Understand?"

Jeanaia's wit and charm were the only defenses she possessed against the brutes of a slaving society, familiar with the lower rungs of society and the exploitation that only seemed natural; however, the kitten did what she could, and what she lacked in sheer brawn, she made up for in brains. When he approached her a second time, however, she allowed her slender paw to be taken and dutifully, fluidly followed the wolf to his chair, whereupon his invitation was accepted. Seemingly so far flawless, save for an occasional bashful streak, the lily lovely eased into his lap, supple rear dressing his thigh and positioned so that her side's profile could lean against his trunk, quite crossing his lap in an easy drape of limbs. Inky strands emanated a subtle fragrance of lavender and honeysuckle, groomed to a fine sheen as strands tickled across his cheek when his nose lifted to her ear, the likes of which flattened from the tilt of her head when contacted by damp nose. "I'm merely happy that you'd have me for the evening, Master, and will do as you require of me. One can only hope to garner equal pleasure from gifting it to another." Words seemed truly genuine, soft and gentle even in their brief interruption from the nibbling and lick along the rim of a wafer thin, sensitive ear that elicited the softest of husky purrs from her slender throat.

Fisk found the presence of her within his lap quite calming, if not all together a delightful experience. While that single arm remained coiled about her waist, fingers dancing along her tummy and playing with the occasional taste, the other found its way down her thigh and brushed at the sheer fabric of her outfit in tender strokes. "Mmmn, then seems we're on the same page..." Hazel eyes settled upon that of her pretty face, tempted into a little smirk as he gazed down upon her in delight. It wasn't often that the wolf got to enjoy the company of such a pleasant, obedient young female as this-- it soothed his tired muscles and put his mind at ease... though still he remembered who was in control. Pair of claws raked in duo movements along her tummy, scritching up her middle softly before they halted and tempted a tug on the ornately decorated hem of that top, sliding down in a similar pattern of teasing before making a routine of it.

Fisk had taken a liking to the purring she emitted, made a point of giving the occasional lick to that very ear that seemed so delicate that it might even shatter if he put too much pressure upon it. The girl in her entirety was a rare gem in those gleaming hazel eyes, and one he planned to polish at least once in their time alone. "... Tell me, my dear... your skills. What do people know you best for," he whispered to her.

Jeanaia was equally satisfied with the close proximity and unhurried acquaintance they sought with one another, though likely his agenda was more extensive than her own. When fingers toyed along her tummy and tousled the tassel of her brassiere, the muscles pulled taut there consciously; aware of his ghosting contact as equally as she was the fond stroke to the satin material veiling her thigh. Emerald gaze remained averted, though ever close to contacting his own and somehow, avoiding it the same, respectfully - should she be given permission, the kitten's conduct would not fail her. When claws raked into the fine pelt of her stomach, her posture and spine straightened with a subtle coo that pitched a hitch into her husky purr, only deepened when his tongue flit against that waifish ear. After a subtle angle to her skull, her nose boldly turned in, though softly, to graze his cheek to allow lips a mere whisper over his jaw line where they lingered for her reply, all the while fingers found a slow stroke along his collarbone. "My company, to be plain... I dance, and sing, but I seem to be a fast favorite for simply sharing the same air as someone, as if mere contact and company is all they require."

Fisk uttered the faintest sound of delight in that moment he felt those lips against his jaw line, though almost teasing him they seemed to be. His delight was found in simply holding her there in his lap, not that is seemed it was against her will at all-- brushing those claws up and down in that little pattern while the roaming hand below was satisfied to caress and rub at her plush thigh through that thin garb. "... I can imagine why, especially when you consider the type that normally haunts these halls." Some people just needed the company of a pretty face to find comfort within themselves. Perhaps the wolf was no different at his core, though he desired a little more from the woman that night; as far as what however, he wasn't settled on just yet. "A dancer, you say? Interesting..." Fisk shifted a little against her cheek, grazing muzzle along her supple jaw just as she had with him, although giving her a soft little peck in addition.

Fisk took a soft inhale of her scent, eyes lidded briefly as he memorized and reveled in that delightful aroma. "Mmmn... your Master would like you to dance, but not this moment... for now... I want you to just remain." His palm lifted from her thigh to caress one of her smaller ones, thicker fingers lacing over and across her own before squeezing the dainty hand in his own. "Beauty is only skin deep, my delicate young pet... tell me more about your origins. What brought you here... how you have come to my lap this evening," he cooed almost sensually into her cheek.

Jeanaia's ears angled at attention at the pleased noise derived from her chaste attention at his jaw, echoing the subtle, muffled noise softer yet when those roaming claws left goose bumps in their wake. Lily fingers had continued their idle, aimless play about his collarbone before ghosting their knuckles along his throat, having reached to cradle his jaw before they'd been snared by his own, only to lace through his fingers in fond affection. The kitten, in short, was grateful for the wolf that seemed keen on appreciating her rather than ravishing her and leaving her to dry out in minutes - it meant enough to indulge him. At his words, a soft chuckle lilted free, a tinkling bell-like sound that touched her softer words, "Dancers are a dime a dozen in these halls, however..." Harmless correction was respectful, no dissent present as her cheek angled to receive his mimicking nuzzle and paired peck. "Remain I shall, if it suits you, Master," the kitten crooned into a coning ear, the likes of which earned a slow stroke of fingers from the paw that'd been resting around his shoulders, only so as to replace their touch with the lingering of her lips while fingers returned to tease at his hairline. "Beyond being summoned at your request, I became the pet for purchase I am today on account of my inability to fend off being collared... there is little exotic nature to my story, I fear, but I'm grateful for the care I'm provided and though my counterparts aren't always so understanding, I have yet to see a better household."

Fisk was not without his lustful tendencies, as was any male in such a position to have this delicate and beautiful female perched upon their lap; however the wolf was not a barbarian. His aim was a more classy touch, in spite of the fact he was by no stretch to be considered a noble-- just a lonesome young wolf on the prowl, intrigued by her grace and elegance to the point of biding his time. The correction went by his ear without a second though, though it was not without notice. Wolf would utter a soft little murring, resonating against that toned chest of his beneath simple T-shirt. Her affections were taken with a grain of salt, though enjoyed all the same-- he knew too well how some reacted to those with the power to change the status of their lives. "Mm, it is a fine establishment... the most of them fail to realize how easily they could be tossed into a dirt arena in a lesser sort of environment."

Fisk took care in shifting his arm once again, this time sliding down his own form and producing a single cigarette rolled in brown paper from his pocket, along with a dull grey lighter to strike. Wedged between lips, the wolf lit the end of the stick and replaced the small metal box back into his pocket as a slow drag was taken. He exhaled his words along with the sweet, thick aroma of cloves. "You, though... it's quite clear you understand your case could be much, much worse... very impressive." If she cared for it, wolf would offer her a drag from the cigarette; if not however he would return to embracing her gentle while issuing the occasional cloud of smoke away from her delicate self.

Jeanaia would, in due time, voice her gratitude for his generous, and well wishing treatment - for the moment, rapt in attention as she was to his whim and seemingly aimless conversation, the kitten perched contentedly in his lap to be subject to words and touches at his decision. Fingers almost reluctantly sacrificed their lacing hold on his own, at most reserved for the most intimate partner, to allow his preparation of a clove cigarette, but grateful for the freedom they would wander in a slow stroke against his sternum over that quiet murr. "It's only the truth, to be appreciative of a place that provides nutritious meals and comfortable bedding, as well as regular grooming... in fact, I'm allowed a fair free roam so long as I offend no one and indulge those in authority," she explained, words still soft given the fact her lips lingered so near his ear. When offered the cigarette, she'd graciously accept with a simple sway so that lips could seal at the roll's end, shallow inhale forcing her chest to subtly swell before tendrils of smoke whorled and crept in their rise from the nostrils of that button nose, soon bowed to tuck in against his jaw, her brow rest to his temple charmingly close.

Fisk smirked just a tiny bit as he watched her from the corner of his eye, pleased with the accepting nature of the girl in just taking a drag from his cigarette. The touch of those slender fingers, it only increased the volume of his content little murr that eventually ceased as he found himself nearly eye to eye with the young feline. "You don't say," the wolf breathed in a soft little whisper against her lips. It seemed the girl was quite cozy in his lap, meshed against him that way-- perhaps a little more at ease than she ought to be. It hardly troubled Fisk however, as soon enough a palm had lifted to cup the opposite side of her cheek. Pair of digits freed the roll from those lips, lifted it away and held it at a safe distance. Not to leave that succulent muzzle to feel abandoned, he leaned into them and pressed a tender kiss to the girl. Head tilted, eyes opened in half-lidded slit to watch her expression as lips meshed.

Jeanaia's lips had just begun to pull into a small, amused smile when her cheek tilted encouragingly toward the cradle of his palm, lips ready to receive the mesh of his own even if the affection had been unanticipated. Lashes fluttered low over bright gaze, hidden away for the moment he indulged her in that gentle, savory kiss sealed betwixt their lips; fingers were stalled in their movement against his chest, and only flexed slightly to capture the fabric of his shirt in a suggestive grip, reflex in answer to the intimacy shared. That soft rolling purr slowly grew into something more prominent, overturned in that slender, milky throat and markedly more husky as lips pillowed to his own, parting for a mere moment so as to issue another soft, lingering kiss but altogether resisting the temptation to allow teeth's touch on his lower lip.

Fisk hadn't exactly planned it, this intimate show of affection for the girl. In that moment though he found comfort, an odd sort of pleasure in feeling that grip as his shirt, the sound of her pleasured purring a music to his ears that he did so love. Even if she would resist the urge, that wolf wouldn't hesitate in that moment her lips parted a little more. Sharp fangs plucked over that lower lip, nibbling upon it gingerly as he tugged back sensually. A soft little growl issued in a playful manner, claws plucking along the fringe of her dress as that cigarette burned slowly-- thankful for the slow burn of cloves now. In a suckling motion, pulling that lip gently he eventually let it go with a flick of tongue across that pair of succulent rolls. "Mmm... exquisite," he murred with delight to the young feline. Eyes locked upon her own, nose pressed just barely to her own. "A certain wolf could grow used to that," he teased.

Jeanaia's breath was snared in her throat when the wolf's fangs found a hold on her lower lip, coaxing the girl into a further lean against him, her chest meeting his trunk in harmless pressure as her chin lifted to prolong the contact of teeth to captive lip. With the soft gasp released in a muffled, though no less obviously pleased 'nnh' of sound through that button nose, the fingers that toyed about his hairline slipped within to gently grip and stroke, without so much as indicating any intent to harm or tug. When, at last, lower lip was released, the kitten's soft croon was a breathless one against his lips as she hovered close, as if unsure whether she wanted another, or to allow their play elsewhere, "And his certain kitten, I'm sure, could be convinced to gift it regularly."

Fisk simply admired her expression of what seemed delight, perhaps even a little anticipation of another. Wolf was more than willing to oblige his little kitten with such affection, but he had more devious thoughts in mind should they tarry down such a path. A smirk came to lips as he inched closer as if to press another kiss to her, only to lean back and take a slow drag from that cigarette instead. As the smoke billowed from those nostrils and eventually in a greater mist as lips parts and the male exhaled. Keen eye upon her lips, then on to her eyes as he kept at least on arm around her at that moment. "Mmm, so... you would enjoy having that wolf as your owner?" He passed the roll onto her with a smirk, licking his lips enticingly-- perhaps that restraint was beginning to waiver after all. In the meantime of her taking a drag, his hand would lower to the slope of her hip and rake at it gently, second hand raised to caress the palm tickling at his tuft of chestfur.

Jeanaia's lashes had fluttered open enough to allow those bright greens to linger on those freshly kissed lips of his, tempted toward them and rejoicing in the prospect of another... only to have it denied. The soft, subtle noise was only milliseconds long in her protest as fingers curled into his hair, though they retreated with a simple, fond stroke before beginning a circular massage of his neck at each fingertip's end. She observed him closely, and attentively with one ear cocked at attention, and only when he offered out the roll did those lips seal on something else other than words or his own, suckle seeing to slow tendrils' curl from her nostrils. Raking claws earned a thick rumble from her slender throat, slender legs bending at the knee before weight saw to sinking unto her left at his hip, while her right thigh slid overtop his own to, ultimately, move fluidly into settling astride the tops of his thighs before offering the return of his cloves. "I'd think I failed if you didn't wish it to be so."

Fisk could only smirk a little at the sight of those lips in that brief moment of disappointment of denied kiss. Just as he had planned, he had merely wanted to see her reaction, and was not left wanting. "Ohh?" He offered a pleased sort of groan as she shifted in his lap, planting herself squarely in mimic of the rest of his body. The wolf found it hard to resist such a blatant invitation. Hand lifted to reach for that cigarette, but before he took it would brush those silky locks aside and secure lips around the tender flesh between shoulder and throat. Fingers clasped around the roll and held it aloft from the two of them, teeth raking over the flesh beneath that creamy fur and giving the occasional bite of asserting dominance. Free arm squeezed at her waist, slowly lifting to grace fingers along her curves and, eventually, cup one of those modest mounds to give it a gentle massage. Growling gently around her flesh, never breaking the skin but instead gently gnawing as he caressed.

Jeanaia was little disappointed with the groan coaxed from his throat, pleased and so showing such through the small, suggestive smile that crept over her lips as they hovered merely a breath from his own. When fingers brushed aside inky strands, they left behind the goose bumps that only intensified beneath lips latching to her throat, from which was elicited the most simpering of moans. Lashes fell low over blazing greens, submission evident in the relaxation seeping to creep through every fiber of muscle that strapped to the waifish kitten's figure, curled as it was in his lap. When his palm found its cradle against a small, milky breast, its owner responded with the vaguest lean to pressure the supple flesh into his paw while fingers found a hold into his hair, its twin stroking the length of his jaw beside which lips captured the very rim of his ear.

Fisk was enjoying this whole little event of closeness between himself and that slender feline companion, as much evident by the little murrs and groans he emptied upon that supple shoulder of hers. Though his hands larger than hers by far, touch was no less delicate in caressing and groping upon that breast, not leaving a single inch unexplored. Ear would flick in protest of the lips that suckled and tugged, though a very delighted growl gave all the mention of delight that feline needed to hear. If her aim was to seduce the wolf, she certainly was putting up one hell of a fight-- not to mention winning the battle. Evident bulge might just rub against that plump bottom as he held her close, tail just a flickin' in joy behind him against the chair. Fisk eventually relinquished hold upon that shoulder, smirk wide upon muzzle as he peered up to her expression and practically beamed in pride of his handiwork. "Mm... seems to me she had already found a place of her own with the Master..."

Jeanaia was entirely grateful, still, that such large paws could place so delicately, and tenderly against a frame markedly weaker and more fragile; worth his worship, she hoped, as lips relented on their play about his ear's rim when supple rear rocked inadvertently against the swell in his lap. "Did she? It might not immediately occur to her, but she could only be so hopeful," the slender kitten crooned into that coned ear she'd held captive, growls and murrs provoking the little shivers that sent tremors through the girl's body perched so delicately in his lap. Slim thighs found a firmer hold around his waist as she settled more deeply into his lap, unbothered and unperturbed by the attention she'd aroused, and when fingers found their caresses on either side of his jaw, she'd coax his chin to lift and drop her lips softly in against his own for a fleeting kiss as lush, feathery tail wound its way around his waist.

Fisk found himself quite allured by that sweet, wispy sort of voice that seeped into his ear, eyes lidding gently as he arched a little into her plush body, even tempted to give her bust a bit of a firmer and slightly playful squeeze. Little growl offered as she rolled across that bulge, only real purpose serving to encourage the situation at hand. "Mm... that so," he murred breathily down to that waifish kitten as lips inched closer and soon found their mark as both creatures melded into that mutual kiss. Such passion and intimacy shared between them it seemed and for such a short meeting too... but that hardly seemed to matter to the wolf. Fisk lifted one of those hands to cup at her cheek as they kissed, and to a lesser extent sift through the silky tresses along her hairline. Muzzle stayed meshed upon her own, lips parted and a bold maneuver finding a way to suckle her tongue between his lips and bathe it almost hungrily with his own.

Jeanaia's lips willingly pillowed to his own, pleased when received so warmly, and willingly by cradling paw that earned the vaguest tilt of her skull in encouragement. A soft noise of contentment sounded between their lips, kiss broken rather abruptly, though smoothly, as lips smeared in their drag against his cheek so that breath could carry warmer words, "I'm afraid... I'm quite literally throwing myself at your feet and somehow injuring your greater plans for my company." Kitten worried aloud for the impression she was making, wanton and so affected as she was by the wolf's mere touch that had hardly been anticipated. Feathery tail remained curled, cinched even around his waist as the kitten coated in silks pooled in his lap, fingers descending to skim through the tuft of fur at his chest.

Fisk remained quite complacent in that moment that the two of them shared in what seemed mutual bliss, somehow thoughts oblivious to the idea of what they were doing versus what his plan had been for having her summoned in the first place. Wait, just what had his plan been? Fisk uttered a disappointed little huff as those lips departed, though listened closely to the feline even though he hadn't been finished with her just yet. She made sense in those warm thoughts poured into his ears, but wolf simply closed hazel eyes and offered a soft little sigh of neither displeasure or joy. "Mm... too true, I suppose..." Cigarette had nearly been forgotten and the ashtray was too far away to snuff it out-- instead was killed in the armrest of the chair and tossed aside as rubbage.

Fisk mm'd lightly from the scratching against his chest, uttered a soft murr before forming a bit more of a coherent thought. "Would you prefer I toss you onto the floor there and ravage your delicate form with complete disregard, then? Leave you as I finished with you and be done?" A teasing sort of edge to those words, a smirk upon lips as he leaned close to nip and tug upon one of those ears. "... I had you brought to this room to be my company for the evening, Jeanaia... and if all goes as planned... for many evenings to come-- whatever transpires in my company is what I had intended," he stated matter of factly, lowered to breathe just an inch from her lips. "... now don't you concern yourself with upsetting my plans... lest you enjoy the feel of a crop at your hide, my dear..." With that, he stole her lips from her in a passionate kiss.

Jeanaia hadn't the slightest clue what he had planned for them, and was little more enlightened as time had passed that they'd spent wrapped around one another. As he huffed out that disappointed little chuff, ears cocked attentively as he spoke and though her submission was apparent and complete, she'd grown more forthcoming and bold with her words. When his words suggested he toss her to the floor to dispose of her as he pleased, the kitten's frame grew slightly more rigid, as if she'd prepared to be easily toted about the room at his whim - even the ear he nip flattened out against inky strands from that tilting skull before wide eyes finally fluttered open. They remained averted, however comfortable she may feel, and as his breath tickled her lips, they'd part to allow her consenting reply, but only manage a soft coo to be silenced by his impassioned kiss, accepted and returned with simmering warmth.

Fisk held true to his words, though not his playful threat-- if the wolf had aimed on assaulting and molesting the poor girl, he'd have done it within moments of her arriving. Such a delicate kitten as this deserved a gentler touch, a more intelligent sort of behavior expected of the male. Lips sealed his remarks in that kiss, a gentle yet potent one that he had no intent on breaking anytime soon. He had grown comfortable with her presence in that lap; found he had taken a fondness to delighting her with those surprisingly delicate motions and his smooth words. In time his lips would pull back, teeth tugging upon prisoner of her lower lip before letting it go with a suckle just beforehand. "... Jeanaia, tell me... and forget of your status for a moment to answer..." He remained close, lifting her chin to gaze into those eyes deeply. "... Forgetting I am your Master for a moment... tell this one what you desire right at this moment."

Jeanaia's entirety was coaxed into participating in that impassioned kiss, lips meshing as intended, provoking the kitten to ease forward onto those knees pinned into the very chair he occupied, flanking those hips that thighs adoringly clung to as she sat upward. Paws cradled, once again, the cheeks of the wolf's muzzle she doted upon, muffled 'nnh' passing through that button nose as each molecule was coddled into straining for the brute's very being. When forced to part with his lips, fingers boldly slipped into his hair to form a firm grip, brow bone tilting to his own as she loomed over him, seemingly gripped at the very core by the reactions his touch elicited. "I want love," she breathed heavily, words weighted themselves by raw emotion, wanton was it were, inhale taken as she elaborated, lashes remaining low as to veil those greens that guarded the sincerity of sensations lashing at her sanity, "and if not in its true form, to merely feel some fraction of it, someday." Confession was pure, eyes lidded as if opening them should discourage the very spell looming over the lovely's skull, and as she sank back into his lap against his chest, her grip slackened some so that nose could draw in against his cheek.

Fisk had been quite empowered through that amazing display of passion from the feline, almost having been a little disappointed in his own action of parting their kiss-- but his words had been important to the moment. As he gathered her response, mind spun an intricate web of ideas and thoughts within his skull. Love was a tricky sort of thing for the wolf, and though he nor any other could forecast what might occur... the idea seemed a little farfetched to him. Such was the unfortunate case of the wolf; fly too close to the sun and you're bound to get burned. "Love, eh?" The male practiced his fondness for the girl, gently brushing a hand through those lovely locks of hair and sighing almost dreamily to himself. "... Someday," he murmured simply and said not another word on the subject. Eyes drifted down to her angelic features, smile growing slowly. "... Though a wolf could impart his care and certain aspects of love upon a cat, I suppose... yes?"

Jeanaia's lips, reluctantly, pursed into a thin line to silence the further elaboration that threatened to bubble over; instead, when that broad paw lifted to stroke through silky strands, brow and nose both were coaxed away from his features so as to rest her cheek in his palm. At long last, with his gentle, kind refusal, heavy lashes fluttered and lifted to reveal what they'd protected - doe-eyed greens in disturbing vulnerability, and a tangible guard would almost certainly be seen to reform as lily cheeks suffered a deep blush. "I've embarrassed you," she softly uttered into the space between them, fingers slipping into the tuft of fur at his chest as she lingered there in his lap, though had gone markedly still. "I meant not to ask anything of you... just intended to answer that which you asked, Master," the kitten attempted at a remorseful explanation.

Fisk seemed almost confused by her reaction, smile fading into a blank sort of expression as he peered down upon her. Had he missed something? "You misunderstand, dear... neither have you embarrassed me nor been refused." The wolf would lift that chin just a little, kind expression replacing blank one and a smile offered to her as he spoke. "I've not allowed myself to be consumed into love since my last, and it is not a gesture I take lightly..." As the wolf continued to explain, his now freed arm coiled around that slim waist and hugged her gingerly into his chest. "One can only be rewarded with that which they strive for and exercise patience for, you see? I could give you the world on a platter but it would mean nothing if it were not sincere..."

Fisk leaned close, pressing a soft kiss upon that worried brow of hers, then upon each blushing cheeks. "You should hide nothing from me, I am not a cruel man and am not without compassion... if love and it's extensions are what you desire, you will have them in time." This was his last word on the matter, the kind but sincere look in those eyes all the assurance that he would offer to her for the time being. He hardly knew of the girl and her ways, her quirks... but could not deny he was quickly growing fond of her. Nowhere near the point of claiming love, but certainly longing for her company. "... now talk to your Master, tell him what troubles you." Palm slid up and down the small of her back while it's twin rubbed a thumb just beneath one of those almond shaped eyes, a kiss placed briefly upon those irresistible lips.

Jeanaia was fairly, easily dissuaded from disappointment by his prolonged tender touches, each stroke and softly dropped kiss coaxing the smallest growing smile from freshly doted lips. "I understand, perfectly... but a girl spends her whole life dreaming and when employed, even expected to conjure the very illusion of love for a variety of company, it fosters something genuine," she explained quietly, silenced with the closer embrace against his chest that provoked her truest smile yet. "I don't know what I've done to deserve someone as compassionate as you," the kitten crooned, with no remnant of false flattery, furthered by the bashful aversion of her eyes - at least, until those kisses swept in against her burning cheeks. "And at the moment... nothing troubles me more than ensuring your comfort," was uttered as fingers stroked through the tuft they gently favored, cheek encouraged to tilt once more when the thumb stroked beneath a glittering eye. She, however, did not permit the quick to his fleeting kiss, leaning with his withdrawal to prolong it amidst her smile.

Fisk understood well her feelings on the matter, because after all his own path hadn't been quite so different in the end. Though on opposite ends of the spectrum, the two seemed almost kindred in their understanding of the situation and each other's needs. "Mmn... you deserve every little moment spent with me, good or ba.... hnn--" Silenced by the bold prolonging of their kiss, somewhat surprised by her maneuver. Soft little murring poured against that moist coupling of lips. Ears flicked gently in response, tail beginning its content flailing about behind him yet again. Hazel eyes lidded to a close, palm upon her cheek sliding through the fur and sifting through those silky tresses, tugging softly upon them as kiss lingered. Fisk was content, no concern there... and her presence made all the difference in the world of his joy at the moment. To a degree it didn't even seem to matter whether he was the Master or not; the moment was perfect for what it was.

Jeanaia was entirely content to close the discussion, even if it meant risking discipline to silence him with a soft, but warm kiss. The murring stemmed any remnant of worry lingering about a reprimand, and when fingers slipped through her hair, he'd find little remaining resistance to his most outrageous whim. Slender legs pulled more securely about his waist, arms returning to their slow circle of his shoulders to see that she leant into his chest, kiss attempted to deepen with the suggestive trail of her tongue in silent request against his lower lip. Crossed wrists cradled the base of his skull as she sank against him, feathery tail once forgotten cinching more possessively at his waist to dress the tops of those thighs that flanked his very seat.

Fisk murmured the softest of murrs into that anticipant feline muzzle, body actually tingling from the very sensation of her shifting to be closer to him and even tempting him with that sensual lick across his lip. Oh, and the wolf was quite keen to respond-- palm slowly travelled further through those locks until it held a gentle cup upon the back of her skull. Pulling her into, sliding lengthy smooth canine tongue atop her own and playfully slurping as it went on its merry journey into her waiting mouth. A coo of sorts offered, pressing softly on the back of her delicate head as he forced a more passion-filled kiss upon her... though it seemed she was more than just asking for such. Even so much as a little thrust upwards, bouncing the feline quite effectively in his lap and resulting in a soft chuckle around her lips before he took it just a step further. Arm crossed under her bottom and he stood, holding the girl aloft while demanding a deeper kiss from her in that moment.

Fisk lingered for as long as he pleased, kissing and plucking at those lips and sharing his heated breath with her in back and forth exchange. Eyes opened almost wearily to watch her, almost out of concern though their intimate embrace only continued. He walked, although slowly, across the pit of pillows and through the shades of the private room. Kneeling in the center upon a particularly large, plush pillow. Pulling her in, squeezing at her waist while muzzle was damn near locked upon her own, gingerly lowering the both of them until he straddled a clinging feline goddess (in his eyes) laid so perfectly upon the cushion. Unable to tear himself from her lips, or move his hand from her scalp, or do anything but press himself into her curves.

Jeanaia's skull needed little support or encouragement to mirror the simmering heat and tenderized passion imparted from either into the kiss, but when that broad paw crept to coddle its base, it coaxed the quietest of coos from the girl's lips as they received the slip of requested tongue. Her own, keen to stroke and taste the wolf more fully as their kiss and intimacy deepened, was hardly too eager nor lazy in its flutter and brush amidst the kiss. From the subtle thrust the kitten's waifish frame did indeed bounce, even if minute, before thighs responded with a warm flex in their hold about his hips to stabilize the fluid roll that fell along the length of her spine, wanting in its friction gyration but slow, mindful of their unhurried pace and unwilling to part with any molecule she wasn't forced to. Supple rear would be cradled against his arm without protest and only the vaguest flex of muscle from her former movement, lingering kisses and fleeting ones peppered eagerly. Slender paws slipped from their cross beneath his skull so that palms could cradle his cheeks, as if she feared he might withdraw from the hungry kisses she pulled from his lips, like two long lost lovers reunited. The kitten's inky strands splayed first when lain upon that plush pillow, slender body following suit seconds thereafter to lounge, both willing and welcome to the wolf's own, communicated so through the arch of her spine gifted by the squeeze at her waist, and the quietest whimper winged free of lips against his own.

Fisk found himself in a most awkward place when considering the situation between Master and Pet-- did it really matter anymore, though? Actions seemed to yield a resounding no. Kisses varied so often between passionate, lustful and intimate. So frequently his tongue changed from coiling about her own to swirling and tasting the lining of her muzzle-- the wolf truly was in a fifth corner of Paradise with his young feline companion. As she cupped at his cheeks, a tremble ran through his spine and entire self felt a shock of ... something. A particular notion he hadn't felt slide past his conscious in almost a year, and one he most certainly would not forget. Panting softly, both palms mimicking her own and clasping upon her cheeks to hold her in against his muzzle gently, of course.

Fisk moaned lightly in his hot exchange of breathes with the girl, unable to prohibit himself from meshing every bit of himself against her, quite noticeably the throbbing bulge between the cleft of her thighs. The moment didn't need to end, and neither did he want it to end. For the rest of his life he longed to stay intoxicated on her lips, to live on her breath and stay cozily locked away in that warm chamber with his beloved kitten. Tail dashed about behind him, his pulse racing and every thought his head silenced but for one: Love her

Jeanaia might, at one point, allow herself the most fleeting moment in pride for having influenced the overtly more dominant and stronger wolf that fawned about her - for the moment? Kitten was all eyes, ears, and senses for only him, lashes fluttering about formerly wide-eyed greens when his paws fell upon her cheeks tenderly; the exchange between strangers was entirely inappropriate - so many social constructs and norms forbade this very thing but dared not temper with the stronger, earthmoving pull that hearts and souls demanded when tangled and torn. Morality mattered little, the girl conscious only of every last inch of that slender frame a'fire, seeping to the very core of that little heart that thumped so readily for the wolf. Lips had confessed their direst want, no need, for the same worship and adoration that she'd gifted so readily to many, and now that they'd seem to find it, even for a moment, an evening, they seemed content in their silence, and preoccupation with his own. Waifish bod' felt little threatened to be crushed beneath him, preferring the warm weight against her and was provoked to chime in assent with his own soft moan when firmer flesh made itself known against supple, milky thighs. Pillowy flesh slipped slowly apart, only to coax bare heels over the curve of his rear when legs looped at his waist, breathing evidently shallow from lips now raw from their passioned kisses.

Fisk couldn't care enough to worry over the mistakes he might have been making, or the social doctrine being spat on in their coupling. His lips upon hers, their bodies entwined upon the pillows and the scent of musk and desire thick in the room... that was all the mattered. As those legs clung to his form and heels rubbed at the small of his back, a shivering growl was emptied into her muzzle. He felt it, that labored breath of hers that signaled a time to pause in spite of his wanton desire. He pulled away with a lingering lick, bathing those raw lips tenderly before left to suffer a series of panting against her collarbone. Mind spun, his senses thrown off by anything that wasn't her tongue or those lips. "... m-my gods..." It wasn't in his nature to be timid, or shy, or embarrassed... but wouldn't you know it, cheeks had turned a tint of red in that moment. Just what was spinning in the wolf's head?

Jeanaia's lips offered the peal of her protesting whine when he pulled away, fingers that'd fawned at his jaw reaching to bury into the tuft of fur at his chest and issue the most suggestive tug before they fell to skim against his abdomen, aimless and without intent to provoke him further. Teeth playfully sought the bathing tongue before minor concern, even a scooche of self conscious worry had the kitten cradling the base of her skull in one paw, while the other stroked that burning cheek soon to draw the gentle drop of her lips and coo, "...master?" Soft title spoke volumes that still, she knew her place in their tangle - perhaps misunderstood the intensity of his attention as mere wanton desire, but the blush brought the smallest smile to her mouth there against his temple.

Fisk wavered between conscious and in a realm of thought all his own, though eyes drifted to settle upon hers. Ears had almost missed that whispered word, but watching her lips move brought the man back to reality and his panting slowly subsided as he shook his head. "Nothing, my dear girl... nothing at all..." Palm caressed at her cheek gently, thumbing over the possibly damp fur from their heated entanglement. She was beautiful, delicate... as if a glass doll ready to shatter at his first cruel movement. Nothing twisted settled in his heart for her, no sadistic desires to ravage her as the pound of flesh she was in this society and leave her to rot. This meant more to him, and although he hadn't the slightest clue as to what it meant, the fact remained... it was important.

Fisk leaned close enough to give her a sweet little kiss upon her nose, half-lidded eyes tentative on watching her every move and expression. "Jean... you will obey your Master when he asks you this, and I shall never bring it up again..." As a hand lowered from her cheek, he pulled a small fold of parchment from his pocket and placed it between the slopes of her bosom. "Your papers," he commented softly, tapping upon them gently. "I can do one of three things with these forms: I can sign my name here and now in blood, take your life under my own." He paused, giving her a moment to enjoy a soft caress of his palm upon cheek. "... I can leave them as they are, return them and we shall part ways in the morning..." Again, he paused and shifted a single digit upon her lips. "Or," he hesitated, gazing right into those crisp eyes with the most serious express. "... I can set them ablaze in that very hearth, and hope to the goddess above you know well enough to stay by my side." He fell utterly quiet, just watching her now.

Jeanaia's minor concerned wavered between questioning her own conduct, as if she'd disappointed or harmed him, or concern for his wellbeing entirely the longer he paused against her. At last, when his panting quieted, that button nose turned in against his cheek only to pursue the inside of his wrist with a soft brush of her lips when he touched her face, silky pelt indeed only vaguely damp. Unwitting of his internal struggle, it seemed simpler for the kitten - she'd submitted, willingly (even without much of a choice besides internally) to him, so when prompted to obey, she seemed surprised that he'd think otherwise, and ventured an oath of, "Of course, Master." Fragile features were as delicate as she, doe-eyed greens riveted, for the first time, on his own and not the least bit meek, even when hidden for a moment when that kiss touched her nose, and entirely at ease save for the pinkness of their exertion.

Jeanaia's frame, however, went vaguely rigid when those papers were withdrawn from his pocket and pressed to her chest, beneath which her heart hammered for a different reason other than passion. At once ready to explode from the mere suggestion of freedom, or even serving under a Master as he, those easy eyes widened. Stunned momentarily, and disbelieving, the kitten's ears twitched and she was unable to gift his wrist with her so far familiar reaction to the caress at her cheek. Lips were silenced a moment, not only from speechless throat but also the touch of his digit there and after the stretch of a few moments, her whisper was scarcely audible as fearful eyes were rapt on his own, sincere, "I've no reason nor want to be anywhere else."

Fisk was as sincere in his offer now as he had been his compliment upon her beauty earlier that evening. As foolish as it seemed to weigh such a heavy decision on her mind and not his own, it seemed somehow... justified. Call him a sucker if you will, as he was certain many would, but there was more between the two of them than he yet could fathom. "Give me your answer, Jeanaia... I will only ask you this one time more... it is your last chance." No distaste to his words, only a serious yet kind tone. Only one decision would truly sadden him, but respect would be given to any of the three simply because it was her choice, not his own. No more words were offered, no aim set on persuading or confusing her. This was her decision and he wanted it to be made before he made his next move.

Jeanaia wasn't the least bit hesitant when prompted for a resolute answer. Slender paws reluctantly parted with their touch, only to issue the most gentle, suggestive pressure against the front of his chest to encourage that he sit back on his heels. If humored, the kitten would slip to her knees and in an instant, vaguely straddle his lap, easily possessed of her passion in the face of the promise of freedom to be by his side, but through a mutually understood loyalty without a contract agreement. Fingers cupped his cheeks, brow bone bent to his own as she whispered, urgently, "Burn them." The words, as soon as they'd left her mouth, drew a small smile on her lips that dipped in against his own for but a moment before she added, "I want your trust... your faith. Burn them." Words came more boldly, more insistently now as she reached to press the parchment into his palm and, should he withdraw from her but a moment, when he'd return, he'd find her seated, supple rear perched on bare heels in submitting kneel, while fingers held inky strands aside so that the very nape of her neck was bared. Softly, she'd murmur, "Mark me as you like, master..."

Fisk moved like fluid to the pressure at his chest, ever wary of her moves and intent, focusing on the look in her eyes as his faith in her. Those two simple words sent a chill through his entire form, and those to follow only had the wolf revisiting that chilling sensation. Eyes slowly gazed down to the parchment in hand, gripped the papers quite tightly before he looked up to her with a smirk. "And so it is done," he whispered before taking a gentle kiss from those lips. He stood, letting her slide gingerly to the cushion before he strode quickly to the fireplace and without hesitation, tossed the fold of history and scrawled names out of existent but a smoldering bit of ash. Eyes set upon her, his stomach knotted gently at her request, unwilling to harm her intentionally.

Fisk approached slowly, onto his knees in time before pulling her into his arms and shortly thereafter, his lap. "It cannot be undone, Jean... every inch of you is beauty like I've never seen... if I stain it, you will have to remain..." Of course if she truly sought to leave, he wouldn't prohibit her. "Be certain of yourself before you ask me again," he crooned softly, placing one hand upon the small of her back and the other against the back of her skull, pulling her into a lover's embrace.

Jeanaia offered no resistance, and only a subtle eagerness to return to the warmth of his lap when gathered close. Paws returned to their loving linger on his collar, only to slip upward to once more cradle his jaw and tilt it so that lips could press a fleeting kiss to his mouth - emboldened, surely, by his attentions and offerings. "I aim only to remain, both as your company and companion.. and should anything go awry, it will serve to remind me what I have sacrificed," the kitten rumbled her explanation, embrace hardly denied and returned with equal warmth as smaller arms circled his shoulders, flanking thighs tightening this time not with wanton desire, but welcome warmth. Every inch, every last molecule strained for the wolf with adoration and gratitude, evident in the subtle, varying nuances in her touch. "Make me yours," she breathed past his ear, and whether it was desiring, or a loyal vow, it couldn't be differentiated.

Fisk took comfort in her words, somehow. His trust was not so easily given, nor any other pivotal part of himself. As that warmth cascaded around his frame and that feline almost clung to him a little too tightly, his last bit of resistance to mark her faded away and a soft little nod was offered. "Of course, my dear Jeanaia.. Though you know as well as I," he cooed into a soft whisper as he leaned into her a little more, strength returning to his motions and a wild sort of passion in his eyes. He pushed, though clutching her tenderly, eventually pressing the woman upon her back and planting large paws on either side of her angelic face. "... You were mine the moment I set eyes on you.." Muzzle lowered, almost in a flash, took a firm hold of the tender flesh between shoulder and throat. Teeth held there, positioned, and in one sudden clench of jaws a splash of crimson flowed around his muzzle. She was his, now and forever.. even if she managed to stray.

Jeanaia, despite her wish to have him mark her as he pleased, harbored a minor touch of fear behind those wide-eyed greens so transfixed on his own; even as he lay her tenderly down, the kitten's smaller frame trembled, ever so slightly, beneath him. She said nothing, frozen into breathless silence, as if she'd never anticipated his consent or cooperation - and when his muzzle dipped instantaneously after her prone form, the sharp pain that streaked through her shoulder and down her spine, up into her skull forced free the strangled yelp in false protest. Fingers found a prickling hold on his forearms, grip a white-knuckled one (if they hadn't been already) as she froze, only faintly curled beneath him as tears welled in her eyes, rolling free like that of her lifeblood against the wolf's tongue.

Fisk winced a little in her cry of pain, though held still on his grip of her flesh for just a moment or two longer. It had to last, she had to keep the mark there as a reminder and a memory. The moment he left her shoulder to mend, tongue bathed the wound and savored every drop the scarlet elixir that was her very essence. Even as the blood did flow from pierced flesh, he tirelessly lapped it all up until it could be safe enough to let it be. In which case he leaned up enough to gaze upon her face, one of pain that just stung like a blade through his heart. He nosed at her cheek in regret, brushed away those tears and kissed upon her eyes tenderly. "It's over, my Jeanaia... it is done." He would find a moment soon enough to get her bandaged up, but just as before, the very second he lingered there with her meant something and would not be interrupted.

Jeanaia's breath had stalled in her chest as she'd tensed with the pierce of his teeth, fingers reluctant to relax their grip on his forearms even when the sweep of his tongue had halted. Indicative of her return to coherence, the subtle tremor shook her frame and matched the shiver in her breath, finally exhaled with the most girlish of sniffles. Damp lashes fell over moist eyes when kissed, the weak nuzzle of her nose finding the hollow of his cheek - she even managed a whispery purr to offer some semblance of reassurance that she hadn't doubted her request. "Thank you," she said weakly, at last reaching to stroke that slender paw against his opposite cheek before it swept in over the nape of his neck to pull him close.

Fisk gently cradled the young thing against him, though really was more along the lines of pressing himself into her form below. The deed was done, and now all that remained was for her to recover her strength. All concerns left him save for tending to her in the meantime, and that soft little whisper of gratitude made his ears lower just slightly while a smile crept upon his damp lips. He came closer as she pulled, giving her every bit of affection he could muster and taking care not to press against that open wound. It was an even mark, would scar quite nicely.. a jagged sort of 'U' left squarely in the center of collarbone and left shoulder. "My kitten," he crooned as he brushed through those tresses gently, waiting for her, pressing into her gently.

Jeanaia was little more concerned with her strength than she was doting on the wolf who'd already indulged her so generously - as he caressed her hair, her head tilted, though it stopped cold when it pulled on the tender flesh of her shoulder and spurred an impromptu whimper. "Yours, Master," she crooned quietly, instead implementing her right paw's pressure at the base of his skull to encourage him into her kiss. If anything, the kitten vied for distraction from the throb at her shoulder - his affection would surely do it, and as that slender leg slipped alongside his hip into a bent knee, her smaller frame pillowed him completely, warm, soft, and willing.

Fisk had his mind on other things, though the temptation of those lips and he cooed words easily pulled him right on in. If the cat aimed to keep the male precariously perched on the edge of arousal, she was certainly doing a damn good job of it. As leg coiled around his hip, a soft groan escaped against those lips and gentle nip was applied. His affection returned, soft and warm against her lips in the form of a passion filled kiss that seemed would last until the girl broke it, a palm caressing one cheek while the other rubbed along the side of that thigh arching across his side. Tail continued its happy swaying, hazel eyes slowly lidding as he shared that touching moment with his companion. His kitten.

Jeanaia was arguably selfish in the very moment she captured the wolf's lips with her own, seeking to stem the twinge of the pain in her shoulder and replace it with something much stronger, and much warmer. Goosebumps fettered out in the wake of his caressing paw at her thigh, hips coaxed into a subtle roll against him as the former passion that he'd provoked, lain dormant for the few moments as they conversed, easily simmered with the slightest touch. With a swelling heart, its beat thumped more readily and thoughts of lingering pain were wiped clean, only the subtle ache occasionally pulling on her awareness when she shifted. All the same, the crooning kitten seemed hard pressed to keep her paws to herself, and wind they did around his shoulders to pull him more tightly to her chest.

Fisk very easily noticed that roll of hers into his form, the way she practically pulled him into that embrace all the more. Sensuality had not been forgotten it seemed, but simply placed on hold for more important things-- now that they were settled, it was back to the passionate dance of lovers. Tongue traced along those lips tenderly, suckling upon them as fingers kneaded gently at that hip which palm commanded. "Mmmnh," came one of many pleasured groaned into the kitten's waiting muzzle. Pulse raced, his mind spinning as tail thrashed about in anticipation. Wherever their engrossed touching and kissing was leading, the wolf hoped it would end in a mutually satisfying way.

Jeanaia's lips were all too eager to refresh the kitten's memory with the wolf's taste (though she hadn't been long denied of them) and when those fingers kneaded at her hip, they responded with a subtle rock and squirm that had her crooning, despite her fresh wound. "Nnh, tell me what I can do for you, master?" she urged him, scarcely above a breathless whisper against his lips as she lay back beneath him, the veritable sacrificial lamb to his predator - never mind their intimacy, his recent marking had reminded her of her place and it would likely take a moment or four (or.. mere milliseconds with the most strategic touch, made simple for the worth) to release her of her habitual submission.

Fisk found slight yearning in himself as the girl parted from their kiss, confused hazel eyes gazing downwards into her own crisper ones. It seemed almost surreal for but a moment, gazing down upon that submissive feline beneath and knowing in his mind that for now and forever, she was his to bend as he pleased. An almost strange grin crept across his muzzle, palm fondly stroking along her cheek as he shook his head. "... You can learn the name Fisk, my dear.." Not another word from his lips on the matter, unless of course she insisted on calling him Master again. Not to say he didn't enjoy it, and it might even have a place in their play at a later time-- for now though, he wanted her to know him, not his status above her.. which essentially had been removed with the burning of those documents.

Fisk considered for a long while, just peering into those eyes and giving the tiniest of groans as in shifting against her, made a very interesting little grind of that bulge against a most pivotal point of her supple form. "Mmn.. secondly.. unless you intend to make me suffer a moment longer.. you could tell me how to remove such a pretty little outfit before I tear it to pieces.."

Jeanaia found that confusion in his gaze, though it was fleeting, and might've mirrored it had she not eagerly met the idea of swearing her loyalty to the very wolf that'd not only swept her from her feet, but literally from her chains. When his palm came to pass at her cheek, it followed dutifully with the tilt to her skull and the brush of parted lips at his wrist, only hesitant from the strain it tugged on that shoulder. "..Fisk," she uttered softly, as if his very own, personal title felt foreign on her lips - the status term had always allowed some manner of protective distance and anonymity, but it needed no longer exist between them. The kitten's heart hammered behind her ribs the longer he gazed upon her as a priceless gem, finding herself undeserving of such focus and admiration - though her worry was quickly stemmed from continuing when the most subtle grind of needful flesh found a home between supple thighs that flexed only just in response. Words, fringed in a thick, husky purr, were all too quick to deliver their instruction. "If it displeases you to be worn, tear it as you like.. burn it if you please - but if you prefer I put it on only for you to remove it time and again, try .. here," she suggestively offered before a single slender digit skimmed the valley of her chest, where between breasts lay a single, simple gold clasp to her brassiere and with the skim of her palm lower on her stomach, attention would be drawn to a trio of looping knots of satin rope, thin, but secure, over her right hip behind gold embellishments.

Fisk had no distaste in her outfit at all, in fact was quite fond of it and so did not want to destroy the delicate thing in his haste. Eyes followed her hands, mimicking gently their router and unclasping that little buckle first. Outfit was unmoved until he untied those three little satin knots, eyes settled upon her own briefly in that moment that seemed to him like opening a long awaited gift. He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat, fingers sifting over the soft fabric across that gentle mound before, finally, brushing each side away one after the next. Hazel eyes gleamed, almost fixated upon those beautiful curves and not just that of her bust-- gaze skimmed down from the slop of her next and further as he continued to brush the outfit off from her body as gently as he could, mindful of the wound.

Jeanaia's lips pulled into a soft, easy smile as she felt his touch replace her own, dealing the duo of bindings undone with nimble execution. When at last fabric was ushered aside, so would he find a pair of small, supple breasts capped in the most darling, blushing rose, the preceding curve to the softly declining slope of a slender waist, taut (and tremoring) belly that fed directly into the flat of a milky abdomen 'tween curved, proportionately flaring hips. The tickle of his touch far outweighed that of the receding silks, coaxing a reoccurring bout of goose bumps across ever centimeter contacted as she was, indeed, unwrapped and gifted unto the wolf. Fingers finally lifted to stroke along his cheek, a subtle reassurance that she was completely comfortable, if not anxious, for the taking.

Fisk sighed in almost pure delight as he took in every inch of what the girl had been hiding beneath that garb, hand slowly exploring the creamy silk that was her fur, sifting over it as if smoothing a sheet in gentle strokes. Palm halted at her hip momentarily, eyes gazing up from being intoxicated on her beauty, murr elicited from the caress at his cheek. The look in those eyes was all he needed to see, and in that moment offered a soft little growl at the girl followed by a playful wink. Then, he lowered and released her hip gently. Muzzle found it's home against her flesh, starting in the valley of her cleavage where he nosed fondly against those modest globes, tongue escaping to lick at every inch he could find to explore. In the meanwhile, digits has lowered to tease in gentle passes back and forth around the curve of her thigh, and in time, a single clawed fingertip dragged sensually just over the outline of labia. He wanted this to last, for her to feel every last sensation.

Jeanaia's every last molecule was set a'blaze when the wolf loosed his telltale, though playful growl - anticipation was enough to have the kitten trembling, and when lips finally nestled between the swells of her chest, lashes fell over gleaming eyes as lips parted for the purest, wanton mix of passion and gratitude. The tip of her skull was telltale, too, when the mere pass of his digits over her thigh had her at a subtle shifting, only to provoke the fluid roll issued from her hips in pursuit to the fleeting drag against damp, satin petals. Lily coated lovely was at once overwhelmed, not only from gratitude but the inability to grasp that the wolf was unhurried, intending to draw her most desired pleasure, much more than she could've ever hoped for.

Fisk listened for those soft little noises, watching the shifting of supple body beneath him from every sensation he delivered. Soon enough he found a fondness to lapping over pinkish tip to the mound he currently worked over, suckling and ever so gently grazing fangs here or there. As muzzle worked it's magic, clawed digit finally released the kitten from the torment of his teasing-- though was agonizing in its pace to split those petals and sink, to the knuckle, in the warm confines of his beloved Jean. Finger curled, pressing upwards in that tunnel before dragging back out slowly, so as to flick out of that opening and earn a most lewd suckling noise from the girl. He would smirk around that breast, shift to the other and pleasure that nipple instead before stuffing thick, damp finger back into her hot channel.

Fisk listened for those soft little noises, watching the shifting of supple body beneath him from every sensation he delivered. Soon enough he found a fondness to lapping over pinkish tip to the mound he currently worked over, suckling and ever so gently grazing fangs here or there. As muzzle worked it's magic, clawed digit finally released the kitten from the torment of his teasing-- though was agonizing in its pace to split those petals and sink, to the knuckle, in the warm confines of his beloved Jean. Finger curled, pressing upwards in that tunnel before dragging back out slowly, so as to flick out of that opening and earn a most lewd suckling noise from the girl. He would smirk around that breast, shift to the other and pleasure that nipple instead before stuffing thick, damp finger back into her hot channel.

Jeanaia's darling little cap to milky breast responded appropriately to the favoring bath of his tongue, perking and firmly attentively to its lover's affection and tickling its owner to the very core. When the wolf's little lamb ventured to peek at his positioning, she wasn't disappointed finding fangs grazing across tender flesh. Teeth captured her lower lip to stifle the simpering moan that threatened to escape, and though she waged a valiant fight, her efforts were in vain for when single digit slipped into damp folds that parted all too willingly, crooning groan blossomed as hips hitched toward the rock of withdrawing, too short stroke. Kitten was none too short on lewd suckling soundtrack when digit withdrew, only to slip and hilt fully within loins that positively screamed.

Fisk found such joy in making her body tremble, at hearing those lewd noises from below, the pleasured ones from above. It was almost electric in a way to the wolf, though the scent of her feminine musk had the most intoxicating effect on him yet. Growl escaped against that breast, a most uncomfortable pressure in those trousers just growing more and more disturbing as pulsing and twitching increased. "Mmmnf.. my kitten," he crooned as he lifted from that breast and leaned up from her entirely, digit still gently pumping soft thrusts into her opening. "Give me a hand," he commanded gently, lifting shirt off his body awkwardly with one hand, discretely adding a second finger into his routine while obvious lump in his lap made it obvious what he sought her help with.

Jeanaia's fingers had forgone their reassuring stroke over his features when he'd crept from her reach, instead drifting to dimple the plush pillows that cradled her with a most wanton grip as waifish frame squirmed and rolled fluidly beneath his practiced paws. Hardly numb to equal sensations subjecting the kitten's sanity to risk of breaking, thrumming growl against supple flesh drew her attention as did his words. It was difficult, to say the least, to focus when fawned upon by so doting a lover, even the softest stroke and gentle pump between supple thighs tipping her sanity's balance with each soft squelch. However, much too happy to oblige when spotting the wolf struggling with his shirt, the fluid bend to the stretch of her spine saw fingers skillfully ghosting over his abdomen to usher the hem of his shirt upward, and quite abruptly, off to the tug down his arm currently knuckle deep between her thighs. Unceremoniously tossing it aside, she rolled onto a kneel at his side and whether that nestled tender paw followed, her own would be slipping slender fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers to tease the flesh beneath, dipping but not quite yet dealing with the zipper's bind even after initial clasp had been parted.

Fisk was grateful for the assistance with the shirt, though unfortunate he had to momentarily cease his pumping of those digits in the act. Before he could replace them, found the girl quite knowingly teasing at his trapped flesh and it would seem playing quite the little game. A little growl of determination escaped, wet fingers slowly lifted and stuffed between the kitten's lips in a forceful, yet mindful way of how he cared for her. "Don't dawdle, my Jean.." Pulsing member throbbed in those tight confines, a little bit of panting heard from the wolf as he strained slightly in need to be released. Fingers flicked along her tongue, probing it and seeking her suckling tendency upon them-- somewhat aroused by the thought of his darling feline tasting herself on his digits.

Jeanaia was equally torn to part with those pumping digits, but the promise of better things to come had the kitten all too eager, despite the dull ache in her shoulder, burned an angry red. Kittenlips didn't part in anticipation for the slip of his doting digits, instead having lifted to capture his own, only to find her mouth filled with a touch of twang, and a healthy musk - a soft 'nnf' sounded softly around those digits as her tongue curled and fluttered about its invaders, fingers maintaining their deft movement within that waistband before peeling it back. Paws slipped within the confines of those slackening trousers to smooth over the wolf's rear in adoring caress, near swaying in against him as her skull tilted to maintain that suckling on his digits while a single one of her own tested the very crease where his thigh attached to his trunk, avoiding direct contact.. yet.

Fisk was quite pleased with that compliance of tongue around his digits, and soon as he felt them cleaned thoroughly would slowly slide palm away from her lips and instead cup at that beautiful cheek, tilting her gaze up. Relieved groan escaped, just as the rest of the wolf finally did in a bit of a bouncy display. Soft, smooth nethers were not of meager proportions, neither massive-- an impressive yet sensible combination considering the size of the wolf. Coated in the same dark grey as the rest of him, sizeable orbs beneath a swollen sheath, from which seven thick inches of ebony flesh extended with a tapered tip steadily pumping a rope of pre down the underside. As he eyed her fondly, a lingering tone of lust in those eyes, he uttered the most chilling growl yet to her-- one that said it all: I am yours as much as you are mine

Jeanaia's cheek, as per its predictable nature, would eagerly turn in against the caress of his paw as it passed, and hardly willing to deny the wolf anything he wished, twinkling greens lifted into his own. Though the bouncy display went unseen, she derived entire satisfaction from that relieved groan that dipped into her ears; her exploration would be a tactile one, for the moment as fingers fettered across swollen sac that oft' needed as much attention as its neighboring shaft. Chilling growl had its due effect, goose bumps raised in a singular trail along the girl's spine, lips leant to seal the softest of kisses that promised more to come, but for the moment were needed elsewhere. The most fluid bows of her spine saw to the swift departure of her lips, and their immediate arrival.. only but a breath's distance away from swollen taper. Nostrils flared as his scent was savored, slender fingers at last finding a firm, doting ring at its very base before lips dared to hardly graze against its underside, lower lip catching the stringy rope of the fruits of their labors to allow it to follow in her lips' fleeting bob and away. Eyes sought his own in the briefest of upward lifts, peeking from the dutiful crouch of the kitten near his lap, ticking tail extending in a looming arch from supple rear only slightly upturned to ease the crook of her spine. Only when fingers slowly slipped in ascension along that shaft circled in her grip did lips bow to deliver a pillowy, moist kiss along tapered tip that deepened but a mere inch, tongue bathing in a textured swirl at swollen flesh.

Fisk simply remained there poised upon his knees, watching his delighted feline companion in her movements that brought her inch after inch closer to his throbbing extremity. It was almost a sort of torment in watching her, waiting until finally he felt that touch he so long had desired. Every touch, every breath earned a sound from the wolf-- and when those lips finally dragged across that rope of pre, a satisfied growl escaped into the room and it took every ounce of his resistance to not grip the back of her head and force down. He prolonged his pleasure, however difficult it was, a groan released as lips sucked upon the tapered end of his manhood and tongue swirled about so wonderfully. "Nnngh.. that's my girl," he crooned and placed a single palm through her hair, gently rubbing at her scalp while pink scratched behind an ear.

Jeanaia's lips, lavishing and loving as they were to tapered tip, didn't linger long - smearing silky rope of salty fluid only allowed that tongue to worm and further bathe the length of swollen flesh that pulsed with his heartbeat. The peak of her purr dribbled a varying vibration along his length as it slipped more deeply into her maw, lips content with the ring of her digits before they descended to firmly stroke to its very base. With a single thumb downturned, a circular massage was but mere moments while the majority of healthy girth and length was slipped into the girl's throat, only so that she could bob backward to part her lingering kiss with a lewd 'pop'. Fingers soon followed in a fleeing stroke and as she sat up, the slight bend of her digit's knuckle tended to the moisture at the corner of her mouth, currently twisted into a soft smile while skull pressed after the scratching strokes in her hair.

Fisk absolutely tingled from the wondrous sensation of that moist, heated bathing of tongue and suckle of lips upon his extremity. A soft little growl escaped, melting seamlessly into a moan while that thumb made its gentle rubs and strokes along the underside of shaft. Soft stroke of fingers earned a little jolt from hips, pushing the wolf upwards into that descending maw of hers. Eyes shut in that heavenly moment, when suckling feline slurped upon the entire length of his nethers, if only to leave him lingering with a soft whine and a powerful jet of that salty fluid escaping tapered tip in her absence. Fingers laced in those tresses had gripped in that moment, though not painfully so, soon loosened as eyes did open and set upon her coy little smile, a shiver earned as he watched her bead the moisture from lips on a single digit.

Fisk eyed her almost hungrily, and although he would later wonder how, managed to withstand the allure of pinning and ravaging her right then and there. No, wolf choked back instinct and lowered just a little more against his lover. "Bold, aren't we?" Fisk smirked lightly, lowering palm from her locks to cup that cheek gently, pulling it into a tender kiss as he lowered the two of them slowly. But oh, twitching member ached for a home in those moist folds-- it was not his middle that lowered against them. Body shifted, lips parting from hers and trailing down creamy form as he inched closer to his prize. Hands cupped those supple thighs, lifted to the point rear hovered above his lap. In smooth, long strokes of wide tongue the wolf took to a fondness of tasting her very essence, bathing those folds gently at first before a slithering probe found a more potent, musky flavor that wolf just coveted.

Jeanaia derived such simple pleasure when gifting the wolf with not only practiced, but now tender touches, be they from finger or lips, or glancing flesh, the kitten made no move that was unwilling. Each soft moan, shiver, and growl she elicited with the simplest touch, seeming so long taken for granted, fueled the girl's budding bravery to express, more truly, her gratitude and sheer thrill at the mere opportunity to demonstrate deserved loyalty and adoration. Latching lace of fingers in her tresses stalled her movement for mere milliseconds, sending a shiver racing down that arched spine before it straightened and when lips were tended to the most minor clean, that smile remained. "You've already got me trembling, so I can't see how you'd think me brave," she teased him in a whisper before lips were gladly silenced by that tender kiss, creamy kitten lain easily back beneath predator's looming frame. Expectant of imminent ravaging, as it'd been but the only thing in former tangles, the little heart hidden away behind her ribs halted its hammering when tongue tipped against damp satin folds, ripe for the sampling from such smooth sweeps of broad paws against supple thighs. Fingers found a renewed hold on plush pillow and lips parted to gift wolven ears with a soft cry of surprise, curve of rear easily cradled and permitted for his pleasure so long as he preferred to taste the fruits of his labor.

Fisk savored every last droplet he could find, and was there ever an abundance within that silky tunnel of hers. Wolf was more than content to probe the cat's depths, swirling and curling that muscle as best as he was able to along the way. Hazel e yes gleamed, peering over the curve of pelvis upon the trembling vision of his lover beneath. Smirking around that warm mound, giving a husky little growl that sent thick vibration deep into those folds, wet nose purposeful in pressing against the small button of nerves nearby. Thrust of tongue as deep as it would go, and in similar fashion, left the girl tingling with a slow suckling withdrawal of muscle from her depths. A final, quick flick of tongue left the woman's orifice nice and slick, just as the fur surrounding. "Mmn... should consider bottling that, would make a killing at market." Of course he teased, gently chuckling as he lowered her hips just enough to rest thighs on either side of his own, pulling them back to leave pulsing length wedged right against those moist petals, small swell hinting at knot twitching gently upon her clit. Hands would lower and captured her palms in his own, lifting gingerly to bring her into his lap, soon enough coiling arms around her middle while eyes focused upon hers. A myriad of thoughts in his head could be spoken, and yet only one surfaced: "... Gorgeous."

Jeanaia's pelvis angled wantonly against the wolf's lips as they sealed at satin petals, thighs a'quiver with the most delectable tremor that shook the kitten's very soul as she crooned nothing short of sheer delight as her savior tasted darker depths. Small chest suffered from shallow breathing when soft petals were gifted with his parting kiss, small bundle of nerves not without gratitude when gifted damp pressure - an errant arc to her spine preceded its shudder when so private of possessions slipped against stiff flesh's underside, subject to the delightful twitch and throb of his every heartbeat. Paws were reluctant to part with his own when gathered close to seat a'stride his thighs, but when arms wound about her waist, her own found a circled home at his shoulders as lips dipped to press a kiss to his cheek. "If you sold it, then it'd no longer be in demand." Doe-eyed greens seemed forever locked upon her lover's, depth simply simmering a'brew with sentiments not yet solid for but a moment before lips stole a kiss as soft as the flesh that shifted, ever so slightly, against stiff shaft left snuggled between.

Fisk kept a surprisingly gentle hold upon his companion then, eyes still held captive in that gaze that seemed almost entrancing. Softer hazel eyes alight with the desire and want which had brewed the whole night long-- all for that feline so comfortably perched in his lap. "Mmn... true... though demand will always be present," he trailed off gently as strong arms lowered, palms getting a steady get eased grip on her thighs and lifting. "So long as you, my dear Jeanaia... are willing to," breathed out between momentary pauses, holding the girl just aloft from that twitching, aching member below. Eyes watched her own, a tremor coursing through his spine as tapered tip slid just against those moist folds of hers. "Supply..." With that, grip weakened and he entirely let her go, either to sink into his lap and impale herself, or catch herself on his shoulders. Either way, a growl was offered and his embrace resumed, arms coiling at the small of her back.

Jeanaia found herself not the least bit shying from the intensity of his gaze; rather, it seemed to spur on the twittering beat of her heart as imminent moment was barreling down upon the kitten s realization, and as paws slipped about her thighs, her circling embrace slackened just slightly so that palms could linger at his collar. "Have I given you any reason to doubt I d be anything but willing," the girl cooed in a rush, albeit a bit anxious and husky tone hitched with a tremor as tapered tip tickled damp satiny canal, stalled in her speech as sensation overwhelmed her sanity instead. Cat and mouse game was coming to a close, and when his hold allowed gravity s gift to seduce the kitten into his lap, she indulged him but mere centimeters, fingers flexing into the flesh of his shoulders as lips smeared, along with their shallow gasp, against his cheek. Telltale twitch of petalflesh would clue the wolf to his so profound effect, that mere suggestion of penetration had the kitten teetering on the veritable edge. Resolved, however, to share in the throes of passioned pleasure, thighs permitted the painstakingly slow slip, millimeter by millimeter, as firm flesh was slowly enveloped in satin warmth, impeccable fit made perfect as pelvi once more kissed, hilted completely in the quivering kitten.

Fisk groaned softly into the air, head tilting ever so slightly upwards with each inch that was gained in penetration. Uncaring of her slow descent, finding it rather powerful to experience such a slow ride of pleasure for a change-- sudden growl escaping as heated flesh consumed entire length in that gentle plop she made into his lap. Swelling bulb of flesh strained at those folds, denied access for the time being as it continued to grow in size. "Nnnh... that's my girl," he crooned to her, hands shifting to gently grip either side of that plush bottom of hers. Ready to work with her in lifting, letting her fall... but for the moment remained still. Eyes seemed a little glassy, almost masked by a veil of hunger and lust, growl steady in his throat as he restrained the urges boiling in his depths and the instinct biting at his heels. "Rrrrh... go ahead, then." He smirked; almost eerily as he leaned close to nip at her jaw line affectionately, carnal desire near the boiling point. "Adjust," he almost commanded.

Fisk trembled from the utterly exquisite feeling of those silky walls so cozily gripping at his pulsing cock, a savage sort of growl escaping from the grinding delivered from the kitten's motions. At her words, his resolve weakened noticeably. The mere thought of doing as she suggested lessened the burden upon his shoulders, the fear of harming her slowly fading from his thoughts. Before the wolf could vocalize a warning to her, that second roll of hips kicked the last stone block out from under the avalanche of his pent up lust. Eyes narrowed, grip upon hips almost painful as he stole her lips fiercely. Though gentle as possible, Fisk took to turning the feline his lap while still impaled upon shaft. Muzzle left hers in that moment, a nudge forward urging the female onto hands and knees. Though he held no intent to harm the girl, she had begged for the storm... and now it would pour.

Fisk's claws sank into that creamy fur, a dominating growl escaping as he reeled back in a swift pull before slamming full force back into that wet tunnel, ears pinning as hips took a mind of their own and slowly picked up a steady pace of thrusts into his willing companion.

Jeanaia had hoped to spur his passion, but to provoke the beast? The kitten was all too accustomed to a ravenous romp, and the quick kick of his gear into hungry animal had her reeling for the few moments his lips crushed her own. Fingers stole into his hair as the kiss was returned as best she could manage, lashes fluttering low before a soft wrinkle creased her nose and those fingers fisted into his hair. To her (only very very slight) dismay, waifish kitten was no match for the wolf s strength as she was forced to twist, and quite literally spin about face on her seat, impaled upon throbbing shaft soon driven home with enough force to pitch the girl forward, face first, into the pillow s waiting plush. Muffled as she was, pinpricking claws provoked and muddled her sanity and coherence at once, but feathery tail swiftly swat against the wolf s muzzle as she whimpered out, speech broken by contradicting moans from the mix of pain and knee-weakening pleasure. "F-Fisk... Fisk," she d try, paws weakly attempting to lift lips from velveteen, " ..Master!"

Fisk grunted gently through those heavy, deep thrusts into his lover and body craving every inch of her he explored time and time again. Pulsing, throbbing length pistoned into the cat at a slower-than-normal speed considering how agile the wolf was normally in such a heated situation. Her pleas fell upon those pinned ears, and for just a moment he relented against the torrent of pleasure and passion surging through him. "... y-yes, my Jean.. what is it?" His thrusting had not ceased, but rather slowed to a gentle pace of pumps to at least allow her time to speak or grow comfortable, whatever the problem happened to be.

Jeanaia, for the first time, had seen the consideration and indulgence from the man behind the beast - amidst the act they'd both so desperately hungered for, he found room to rally with her request. Relief flooded tense muscles (save those between her thighs) when a broad paw found her cheek, the likes of which eagerly turned to meet the mesh of his lips with a simpering sigh. "Just.. make me believe it, is all I ask," she pleaded with him, against his lips as she twisted, slowly and carefully, within his grasp as hilting rocks of his hips were hardly rejected. Instead, slender leg bent at the knee and careful toes slipped past his navel so that the kitten lay strewn on her side, fingers free of pillow reaching for the wrist of the paw that cradled her cheek. It, along with his frame, would be guided in a slow slip from pelvic's rocking bone, over taut tummy and the valley between breasts where it was impressed over her heart. Should he oblige, he'd find that repositioned leg draped caressed the cleft of his rear and pulled him close, trunk flush with his own and soft, timid kiss stolen.

Fisk was malleable for the most part in that moment, soft grunt given as the position of their coupling changed to a more intimate and personal one. Mind still toyed with the words she hushed into his ear, heart hammering in his chest over the emotion that consumed, licking like flames at his insides. Palm pressed gently over breast, feeling the faint beating of her heart while eyes locked upon her own and lips halted just pressed upon hers. "... you will," he would murmur and slowly, gently begin again with the movements of hips. Instead of carnal, animalistic thrusts into her depths, gentle movements that reminded her of every single inch that pulsed within her tunnel. Finally kiss secured against her lips, his eyes hovering to a close as palm left her hip and fondly rubbed over that thigh tenderly.

Jeanaia's relief was still seeping into her very cells when they'd been doused with a fresh flame from the mere feeling of their proximity, nevermind that flesh which found itself nestled so tight within satin canal. Fingers slipped in to stroke back through his hair as lips grazed his own, even amidst his murmured promise, eliciting another trembling exhale with the initiation of slow, gentle movement. Lily thigh, lavished in the fond pass of his paw, flexed only just - with the rearrangement, it permitted the drape of its inside over the curve of his hip, depth multiplied in the part of thighs that the wolf filled so very neatly. Delight wouldn't suffice, nor would delicious - the coupling between the wolf and his lamb was a swiftly sentimental thing, majority of every motion and sizzling sensation fueled by his touch alone and the wealth of warmth and passion having long waited for their release.

Fisk was much gentler now in his movements, though persistant burden of hunger beckoned at the back of his mind. Denied to resurface, the wolf took to almost cosuming his lover in tender strokes and warm breaths that seeped from muzzle against those lips. Every motion, every nudge or pump, it all lead to a greater sensation of built up tension. Pulsing flesh slid in a gentle pattern, though determined she would feel every inch of him, made a point to grind that swollen knot against petalflesh on each hilting. "Nhhh.. mine," he cooed out to her in a most posessive manner. Lips meshed back to her own, a slow and eager probing of tongue wiggling it's way into that muzzle to explore, to tease her own into play.

Jeanaia, unwitting of the hunger that ate at the back of his mind, would've caved had she known it to be a core desire - though as he indulged her, she was content to believe he was an all too willing party. Slowly, but deliberately driven into a squirming promise of ecstasy, the kitten suffered from the slow build of tension herself, evident in the gradual, but growing prominence of the pitching swing of her hips so that pelvi kissed at the crest of each dual pump. When swollen knot scrubbed over sensitive flesh, it clung readily to each inch of firm flesh and as pressured pumps more oft' contacted snug canal, silk was forced to accommodate growing girth. Each little press found him hilting more deeply than the last, either too occupied with fawning touches and kisses exchanged, hungrily accepted by loving lips and soft pants of strained self control. "..mmhf," she'd attempted a coo of his name, still unaccustomed to the feel of it on her lips before they'd been silenced by the seeking tongue worming against her own, and when resistance broke? Fingers fisted in his hair and spine fluidly arched so that taut tummy slide snug against his own, either breast forced to mash as their master dug that draped, looping heel into the back of wolven knee with a sudden surge of raw, needful emotion.

Fisk did tremble with each strained push against those folds, accelerated pleasure derived from the lewd suckle of tunnel against swollen bulb at the base. His need for her was strong, yet care for her enjoyment and her safety kept him under control ... for now. As that sudden arch of spine, pulling of knee almost loosened his balance in that position. A growl emptied into that maw, teeth gently nabbing that swirling tongue of hers and dragging it closer, suckling lewdly upon it as a renewed sort of passion gave him stronger pumps of hips, though still nowhere near the potency they had been previously. Letting her tongue go, a pant or two escaped while he adjusted; heavy orbs slapping against creamy fur of her curves with each buck, nose darting up through silky locks and finding an ear to nibble and suck upon.

Jeanaia's spine simply tingled with the grunted groan of his that dribbled into her ear, and intensified when throaty little growl rumbled against her lips lingering at his throat. Firm pressuring stalled her movements only a moment, gasp caught in her throat in anticipation of foreign feeling of knotty flesh begging acceptance - when he relented, disappointed though he was, he'd find increasing depth in their new position, as well as the constant, buoyant bounce to breasts soon shadowed by his sooty paws. Fingers stroked along his forearms before claiming his wrists, deep greens desirious and pleading for him as lips, at last, parted with insistent gyration, thrusting eliciting a lewd slap and suckling of stiff flesh into sopping canal, rocking the girl's very frame beneath him, bent on pure pleasure. Heels, too, spurred him on by digging deep into the swell of wolven rear, knees bent so as to 'kneel' against the front of his shoulders, neatly folded between them.

Fisk's panting grew more labored and heated as he pumped, driving home into that welcoming caress while palms were quick to squeeze and press into those soft, bouncy globes. "Nnnngh-- Jean..." The wolf gazed down into that pleasured face, lifted a hand from that breast to cup her cheek, to lift it just barely and gaze into those eyes for the permission he silently sought. It was there all along, though... in her movements, her moans, the subtle way body responded to his straining. Arms coiled around her waist gently as hips started moving a little more rapidly, his eyes deadset on her own crisper ones. "Mmmnh... my kitten... call to me," he growled softly, ready to lift her on a whim up into his lap, though waiting just a while longer, wanting to hear those words from her.

Jeanaia's rosey capped breasts, as was their owner, was all too appreciative of caressing palms against supple flesh; when her name left his lips and touched her ears, however, her attention was immediate and the reacting roll of shifting, restless hips slowed. As per predictability, when palm stroked against her cheek it tilted, willingly, to press into his palm so that lips grazed against his wrist with a soft gasp - the mere mention of her name sent a shiver through every stretching fiber. Same spine long suffering from delighting shivers arched when arms coiled at her waist, knees easing their bend so that once more, thighs straddled and draped overtop his own with each pumping thrust. Before his prompt could end, the kitten's paws reached for him from her lounge into the pillow's and words pleaded, as did her eyes, "Take me." Jeanaia's fervent words were soft, hardly audible amidst soft slap and suckle of lewd coupling but boomed volumes of permission, want, and need.

Fisk trembled readily at such a simple request, one the wolf was more than willing to fill. Soft smile stretched across muzzle as he thumbed over her cheek, sighing softly as he started to work himself into her a little more deeply. Grunting softly as thick flesh pumped readily in short jabs at her opening, not attempting to make long slow stabs any longer. Bulbous flesh strained at her folds, a whimper heard as suckling sound denied him entry once more. Gritting teeth, claws raked fondly over small of the feline's back and he pulled back to the tip nestled within. With a dominant, loud growl he slammed full force into her wet, heated tunnel and with a satisfying pop, secured himself in a lasting lock with his lover. This prompted a savage growling from the wolf, the tight embrace around flesh driving senses crazy. Hauling her up with a strong pull, into his lap, an almost immediate thrusting given as he bounced her desperately a few good jabs short of his release.

Jeanaia's lips would pursue a mindless, harmless nip after thumbing digit at her cheek before inkcrowned head would loll upon her neck when she was gathered into his lap - soft grunt heralded his short jabs that provoked a deeper, growling groan to escape the kitten's lips as arms circled his shoulders. Even subtle grinds and thrusts forced such satin petals to fawn and flutter about stiff, throbbing flesh and firm tips of soft breasts to rake and skim against the wolf's chest. Hardly ready to resist the wolf anything he should desire, whimper tugged on her heartstrings and fingers seized his opposite shoulders in their tight wrap, lips mashed against his jaw as she whined, "Take me, Fisk, make me yours."

Jeanaia's spine instantly responding to raking clawtips, short gasp catching the kitten by surprise, as did the loud growl and straining pop that saw the wolf entirely sunk within wet, clinging canal that twitched and shuddered. "Nnnghh... mm'oh!" resounded with the sudden ferocity to his embrace and tugging on thighs that trembled, a'quiver the very same as bouncing breasts and rear settled so close, shaft stroked her very core and the single defining factor? Possessive clutch and passion behind his grip sent the kitten tumbling, head over heels, into her howling abyss.

Fisk panted hotly in heated bursts, gripping posessively upon his beloved feline companion, no, lover. Hips bucked upwards, effectively creating a jackhammer effect against that gripping tunnel of hers, pulling back on the knot only to jab deeper in the recoil. All of his needful motions made to bring the both of them to a realm of pleasure almost forgotten by the wolf. Growls escaped, growing louder and more desperate as he neared an end that the neither of them could, or would, prevent. Heavy orbs slapping lewdly soon drew up to the wolf's cavity, a sudden howl escaping as claws sank into back of his beloved Jeanaia and knotted flesh expanded within her depths. Explosion of thick, creamy seed filled that tight, silky tunnel en masse. Painting the insides of his kitten white, howl echoed into the room and quite possibly down the hall, until muzzle forced itself into her throat and with the most restraint applied yet, refused to sink fangs into the mark he had already left.

Jeanaia's own howl harmonized with the wolf's own, though truly more wanton than instinctual as ecstasy erupted, sourced from the snug hug around hilted flesh that'd soon find itself squeezed ever so tightly from every possible angle and molecule, smothered in sizzling, sopping moisture. Limbs a'tremble, weakened kitten clung to the wolf with all she could, howl dying into a panted, parched whimper and whine against his cheek as chest heaved, her own knot forming in the center of her stomach that ropey strands of seed slickened muscled walls, relief and status irrelevant in the afterglow of anxiously awaited coupling. It'd take minutes yet for the pain to resurface through the dizzying reverie, and with her cries stifled by the dominant bite secured at her throat, perspiration, sex dripping kitten clung with all her might amidst every twitch and subtle shift of locked lips at knot's swollen base.

Fisk had ached, almost painfully so to spill that pent up load into the girl. Their entangled embrace and intimacy all night long had led to that point, and as copious supply continued to stuff that tunnel, wolf relented from bite into a labored panting over indentations of his own fanged grip now removed. Thankfully no bloodspill, unless of course wound of collarbone had reopened in their heated exchange. Claws left her flesh, where however there would be tiny spots surfacing from his previous clutching. Arms were weakened in that embrace, but it was a close and intimate one all the same. Neither of them were going anywhere for a good while, and all the better he had pulled her into a seated position in his lap. With the final jet of creamy rope into his lover, the wolf heaved a pleasured sigh.

Fisk gazed up in an almost sleepy expression, eyes glazed with satisfaction and a hint of desire leftover. Soft, affectionate whine given the wolf would nose at the kitten's cheek tenderly. Jeanaia had fallen into a place within the man that few people found themselves, and though unused to such a sudden attraction, Fisk was most certainly engrossed with her. "... m-mine," he whispered possessively.

Jeanaia's wound, unfortunate for the girl, had indeed angrily split what semblance of repair had formed in the face of passioned thrusting and rampant lovemaking; indentations recently left, however, did not draw blood as pinpricks along her hips had. Waferthin ears winged forward at the sound of his sigh, mind and coherence still mixed and muddled from the final coupling's completion and its all consuming afterglow that fed into ever last tendril of the girl's bloodstream and being. At the touch of his tender nuzzle, the kitten's cheek tilted so that lips could find a fond brush against his jaw, the week cup of soft paws cradling his jaw so that lips could seal a more directly affectionate gesture, a kiss, to the wolf's mouth amidst his possessive claim.

Jeanaia, unfortunately unwitting of her profound effect on the wolf, was content to so far believe that their tangled embrace throughout the night, complete with meaningful strokes, touches and kisses, meant enough of his promise to trust in her loyalty, whether or not true sentiment of love and adoration factored into the equation. The softest smile told volumes through her expression that words did not, even with their simple, "Yours."

Fisk meshed upon that kiss soon imparted to lips, smoothly, calmly. No longer did mind linger with bothersome savage urge; but instead a simpler, albeit foreign feeling of delight in her arms and she, in his. As lips parted and that soft utterance from the feline heard, wolf felt a little tingle run down his spine and fur coursing softly on the back of neck. Smile grew, embrace squeezing gently upon the girl even when daubs of blood streaked through charcoal fur. The ever so gentle tug earned a little whine from the wolf, a strange sound from such a masculine thing, as secure knotted flesh plucked at her insides in the shifting he soon moved into. Carefully and slowly he moved, lifting her up as he strained to stand, taking cautious steps to the bed with her cradled against chest snugly. Soon enough tail swept over sheets and he sat, groaning a little with the little thrust given without intention.

Jeanaia's ears flattened at the sound of his soft whine, not because it grated against her very nerves but rather, it concerned her - evident through fragile features, eyes sought his own in silence for telltale signs of bothersome thoughts. When, instead, his shifting to a stand clued her in, weakly thighs wrapped more securely about his waist and she shivered, clutched so warmly to his chest and locked so intimately around swollen flesh resisting to forfeit its snug burial between milky thighs. "Nngh, how long..?" she asked quietly, scarcely above a whisper as lips brushed over his cheekbone, knees bending once more when he found his seat on the foot of the bed, her arms coming to circle more completely around his shoulders that went still with inadvertent thrust, provoking a most wanton little mewl.

Fisk uttered merely a little sigh as he held her close, relaxed now upon the much cozier bed versus previous home on the pillowy cushion of the floor. As words seeped into his ears, attention found its way upon her gaze and a soft chuckle offered while palm lifted to caress the curve of that smooth bottom. "Mmnh... just a bit longer yet, my kitten." A soft peck was placed upon forehead, squeeze given to rear before lifting to instead caress and cradle her cheek. Thoughts dwelled briefly upon the fleeting thought of consequences of such a coupling. It didn't seem a likely scenario that he might, at that very moment, have pumped the very strain of genetic material to earn the both of them a child; in reality, it was all too possible. Every so often he would give an experimental tug, finding flesh still quite too engorged to retreat without harming the both of them. Still... he was content to remain tied to her for as long as he could-- it was an intimate expression in his mind.

Jeanaia's rumpcheek flexed with the pass of his paw, the very surface of her skin alone ever so sensitive to his slightest touch, even after the wealth of friction they'd exchanged - it mattered little, as their coupling was a more intimate one that she'd experienced previously and as such, she was geared into his very essence. The kitten's brow bowed to his chaste kiss there, and as could be assumed, the paw at her cheek coaxed it into tilting and that fond nuzzle at the inside of his wrist to resume, paired with a soft, contented coo. The reflexive flex and shift of muscles beneath his touch had clued her into the raw tenderness of her muscles, as well as satin flesh stretch to the breaking by swollen knot still so deliciously locked between the lovers. The girl's mind never touched on the possibility of childbearing, ropey strands of the fruits of their labored lovemaking only contributing warmth, rather than fertilization, in her mind. As he tugged, he'd earn a soft whimper, or coo, here and there dependent on the very angle and pressure behind his attempted withdrawals, forcing fingers to dimple into his shoulders as she smiled, tenderly. "I'm in no rush.. I'd rather be here than anywhere, and fall asleep as we are," she suggestively commented, exhaustion evident between them.

Fisk relented on his attempts eventually, purely content to remain held within that satin grip and feel the warm pulsing of his heart beating so deeply within his lover. It was almost a surreal sort of sensation, to feel his own heart beating within another; mind boggling. At those soft words, his smile only grew and he gave a gentle nod down to his feline companion. "Mmn... good idea, my kitten." Movements were easier now, a mere shuffling backwards movement of hips causing the pair to shimmy along the length of the mattress. Soon, the wolf took a gently firm hold upon his lover and leaned back, tugging her along for the descent until he laid with her so comfortably posed upon chest. "Nnnh, Jeanaia..." He leaned up to steal her lips quite tenderly, murr resonating in chest all the while.

It was a cozy sort of scenery then, a faint glow cast on the pair of lovers from crackling tumbled logs nearby in the hearth. It had been a brilliant tapestry of a night in their lives, and one not soon forgotten either. Whether it be the burnt crisp of a document in those embers, a lasting mark of his protective nature... or the potential of wolven seed deeply settled withinâ€"Jeanaia would not soon be forgetting the wolf, or leaving his side without a struggle. Neither would he be losing grasp on the memorable, passionate night spent with her, and although unpredictable, a hopeful future with the girl. The moment lingered on and on through those few minutes he had remained conscious, palm gently sifting over sleeping feline's silky locks. Thoughts had settled for the first time that evening, for that matter, in ages. Fisk had found himself in a content place, and for once in what seemed far too long a time, genuinely satisfied.