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_This is one of my very first fully feral-on-human stories, and it's something I've been working on for months between commissions. If you like it, great, but if you don't have a taste for dominant female displacer beasts, I suggest you look elsewhere. Credit for the thumbnail goes to glass-walker: _https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32180841/

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Somerhold was a bustling city, the crown jewel of the Tanarian kingdom, filled with activity day and night. At its top, finely dressed nobles paraded around in silk dresses, sipping finely aged wine and pursuing their own foppish entertainment. Below them lay the hardworking craftsmen and merchants, most of whom dealt in silk dresses, fine wines, and whatever else the nobility desired. Further down were the farmers and peasants, those who dealt in dirty yet necessary trades, and all the way at the bottom were those who did nothing at all. It was a good system that had worked for years, but every so often, some little upstart would try to climb up a peg in the social order.

About half of these were hard workers, paragons who flew by their bootstraps toward success… but the paragons weren't much talked about. All anyone ever mentioned were the other half, those who slunk and stole to get themselves a better life. Of these thieves and pillagers, there were a few names that rang with infamy, none of which were Rasmus Muller. However, someone was quite determined to get that name some respect, and as part of his elaborate scheme, he was currently clambering over a wrought-iron fence.

Rasmus had it all planned out, from hopping over the spikes to creeping out with the prize. He knew when the guards would go on patrol, which windows were left unlocked, and which rooms were filled to the brim with loot… robbing lady DuChant's manor would be like taking candy from a baby. Sure, she was feared throughout Somerhold, and sure, she had a reputation for keeping deadly pets, but Rasmus saw through all that… he knew she was just another fop, perched atop her ivory tower and begging to get knocked down.

The hardest part of the caper was climbing up the side of the manor to the third floor, which was all too easy for someone raised in the stepped shantytowns of the warrens. Once he'd perched himself in a corner, Rasmus pulled the unlocked window open, then climbed inside. If his memorized floor plan was accurate, he was right next to the main gallery, where DuChant family heirlooms were just waiting to be stolen.

His sources weren't too clear on what was in the gallery, but he knew someone as rich as lady DuChant had to have some gold or silver tucked away. There could be rings, necklaces, pendants, chalices, earrings, bracelets, armlets, all of which would probably be studded with precious gemstones. His mind conjured all kinds of glittering treasures as he opened the gallery door, but what he first found was beyond his wildest dreams. Something dropped from the ceiling, something that was tied to a rope, and before Rasmus could react, that something smashed into his chest. The heavy impact knocked him to the ground, winding him, and to make matters worse, the trap triggered a tiny bell. The thing that hit him was a solid ball of iron, and the bell must've been hung above the door frame.

The young thief desperately tried to get to his feet, but the shock kept him from doing anything beyond catching his breath, and by the time he'd staggered to his feet, he could hear heavy boots sprinting up the stairs. Almost in slow motion, two guards burst through a different door, and Rasmus had barely turned to flee when they tackled him to the ground. “Gotcha!" one of them snarled as they hauled him to his feet. “Thought you could steal from the DuChants, did ya?"

Rasmus tried to rip free of their grasp, but to no avail; these were hardened thief-catchers, maybe ex-military. “Oh-ho, you think you're some kinda bigshot, eh?" the other snarked, “We'll see about that…"

He thought about trying to talk his way out, to try and persuade them to let him go, but he quickly realized there wasn't any wiggle room in his situation. He'd been caught thieving, fair and square, and now his career would come to a disappointing end in some dungeon. The two guards dragged him down the stairs to the first floor, but instead of handing him over to other guards or marching him to the city watch, they brought him over to what looked to be a wine cellar door.

After opening it, the two guards roughly hauled him into the basement, down the creaky stairs and out into a wide open chamber. Thick, cast-iron bars blocked off most of the room, although it was so dark that he could hardly tell it was there. It was probably some kind of holding cell, Rasmus thought as they chucked him through the door… somewhere the DuChants could keep burglars until the city watch arrived. After slamming the door shut, the guards locked it, then said something awfully confusing: “Have fun with Delilah!" His vicious tone sounded like he was condemning him to die, but Rasmus hadn't seen anything in the cellar with him.

Whatever, his first priority should be getting out of here. He still had a spare lockpick stashed in his boot, and judging by the guard's simple key, it'd take all of thirty seconds to get it open. After waiting a few moments for the guards to leave the cellar, Rasmus bent down to get the tool, but before he could reach it, a bone-chilling sound rang out behind him. It was a long, low growl, like something out of a fevered nightmare, and it sounded like it had come from the back of the cell. The thief immediately looked over his shoulder to find two green eyes staring back at him from the inscrutable dark, accompanied by a set of snarling fangs that glinted in the flickering torchlight. Rasmus instantly whirled around, pressing his back to the cold bars as he tried to see what it was; was it a lion? A panther? Something else entirely?

Whatever it was, it was slowly sauntering over… almost as if it knew he had nowhere to run. He could hear six distinct sets of claws clacking on the flagstones, and as it moved into the dim light, he began to make out its shape. It was lithe like a leopard, slinking toward him with the grace of a feline hunter, and two tentacles curled up from its shoulder blades, wavering in the air and tipped with flat pads of hooked spikes. That alone was enough to peg it as a monster, but the final nail in the coffin was the way it seemed to flit back and forth, almost like some kind of ghost. But this wasn't any ordinary ghost, nor was it any beast from this plane of existence… it was a displacer beast straight from the feywild.

“Hey, open this door!" Rasmus called out, panicking as he rattled the bars. There was no way he could kill this thing, even if he did have his sword and daggers… his only hope was that the beast's owner freed him, and the leaden silence told him that wasn't going to happen. “Hello?! C'mon, don't let me die in here! Help me!" It seemed like the beast was relishing his terror, drinking it up like honey as it paced ever closer. There was barely fifteen feet between them now, and in a moment of terrified decisiveness, Rasmus grabbed the lockpick from his boot and turned around, hoping he could somehow get the door open before it killed him. As soon as he turned his back, however, he heard the telltale sound of clawed paws charging forward, and a split second later, a slender tentacle wrapped around his belly. The thief was yanked backward, sliding across the stone floor for a few feet before coming to a stop. When he looked up, the displacer beast was standing menacingly in front of the door, but it quickly went back to pacing toward him.

With his chance of escape closed off, Rasmus began slowly scooting into the corner, even though he knew it wouldn't do him any good. “Hey… nice kitty…" he murmured, “Nice… kitty… you don't wanna kill me, do you?" The monster let out a low, menacing growl in reply, then suddenly bounded forward. Its maw opened wide, then snapped at Rasmus's boots, but the thief was able to pull away just in time. His luck quickly ran out, however, as the beast's teeth clamped down on his leather sole, and it swiftly began shaking him around like a ragdoll. He tried to kick it off, but his foot somehow went clean through the beast's head, and he quickly realized it was part of its displacement illusion. The second kick hit it right in the forehead, but it had all the effect of kicking a stone statue. Rasmus had just wound up for a third when his boot suddenly popped off, causing the beast to recoil back a bit; it hardly skipped a beat, however, spitting out the old leather thing before going after his other one.

While trying to fight off the monster's deadly teeth, he suddenly felt something spiky slap against his thigh, and before he knew it, the displacer beast's tentacle pad had hooked through his pants. It then immediately yanked away, tearing a sizable hole in the fabric while leaving his skin utterly unscathed. The beast's other tentacle swiftly did the same thing to his other thigh, and before long, Rasmus was dodging tentacles left and right, all while the creature worried away at his boot.

He was hard-pressed to avoid its swipes, each one tearing off another scrap of his trousers. Then, the beast pulled off his other boot before lunging forward again, this time hooking its fearsome claws into his pant leg. It started dragging him across the ground, shaking it back and forth as if to break his ankle while still swinging its tentacles. In the heat of the moment, Rasmus unbuckled his belt and let the thing yank his pants off entirely, using its brief moment of confusion to scrabble to his feet. He took two running steps forward, then slipped on the third as his foot landed right on a slippery bone. The poor thief tumbled forward onto what felt like a massive straw-stuffed mattress, flipping over just in time for the displacer beast to pounce on top of him. Its teeth clamped around his neck, and its frontmost paws pinned his arms to the ground, making him think he was done for… but instead of biting into his tender flesh, the beast merely kept a firm grip.

It's teeth applied just enough pressure to intimidate him, but not enough to break the skin, almost as if it was merely holding him still. Maybe this was what it was trained to do, Rasmus thought, just to give people a good scare before they got sent off to the city watch. However, as the beast shifted his weight back and forth, gently flexing its claws against his biceps, he got the feeling that it wasn't trained to be this gentle… was it just playing with its food? He could feel it gradually sinking its weight into him, pressing its furry belly against him as it laid down. Once it had him thoroughly pinned to the ground, it released its hold on his neck, pulling back to look him in the eye. In its unflinching jade-green gaze, he thought he could see just a hint of something, maybe hunger. Meanwhile, the beast seemed to stare into his soul, sizing him up like a ruthless tactician.

Then, it started moving, subtly at first, but after a moment of tense silence, Rasmus could definitely feel it grinding against him. The feeling of silky fur rubbing against his linen drawers was almost pleasant, despite the dire circumstances, and the displacer beast seemed to take note of his nervous excitement. Almost with a sense of tenderness, it leaned down and gently licked his cheek, its rough tongue making an audible scraping sound as it slid against his stubble; it quickly began lapping at his face all over, all while grinding ever more intently against his hips. Suddenly, Rasmus realized he could feel something soft and wet between the beast's legs, almost like… no, no, it couldn't be…

The thief tried to rationalize it as just his imagination, but as the uncomfortably intimate motions continued, the sensation only seemed to get more intense. Not only that, but the monster seemed to be focusing its advances on his limp member. He didn't know whether to be aroused, afraid, or disgusted… but since there wasn't any way for him to get out from under the 400-pound beast, he figured he might as well lay back and enjoy it. She already had plenty of chances to kill him, so maybe she didn't want to eat him yet… maybe if he let her toy with him long enough, she'd get bored and let him go. Regardless of what his higher functions believed, Rasmus's nethers were starting to engorge from the slimy friction, and the feline fiend seemed to get even wetter in response.

Suddenly, he felt her lift up her hips, balancing on her front four legs as her back paws began kicking at his thighs. He'd just begun to wonder what it is she was doing when her claws hooked under his waistband, pushing the young thief's underwear down a few inches… slowly but surely, she was exposing his groin. Rasmus was all set to just let her do it herself, but an idiotic thought gradually drifted across his mind. No, the displacer beast couldn't understand him, and even if she could, there was no way she'd let him go… but it never hurt to ask. “Hey, let me try…"

She looked down at him with an expression of confusion, but as he tried to lower his pinned arms, she seemed to understand what he wanted. Her massive paws stepped off his biceps, and her whole body raised up just a bit, giving Rasmus the slightest chance of escape… but in a move of boneheaded lust, he simply reached down and pulled his breeches down to his shins. From there, he kicked them the rest of the way off, and he was only half surprised when the beast began plucking at his shirt with her teeth. Between his finesse and her brute force, the rest of his garments came right off, leaving him utterly naked beneath the monster's furry belly.

He knew she still might kill him, but right then, Rasmus didn't much care. The arousal had gone straight to his head, and combined with the devil-may-care attitude of a man about to die, the young thief was completely open to screwing a monster. From what he could tell, she wanted it even more than him; a long drop of slimy fluid splattered against his groin, and he swore he could see unadulterated desire in her eyes. She didn't even bother to pin his arms as she laid back down, instead focusing on getting everything properly lined up. Rasmus felt her slick, silky snatch rub against his tip as she tried to align herself, but it did little to prepare him for when he slid all the way inside her.

One minute, she'd nestled his tip against her folds, and the next, his manhood was wrapped in her tight, warm insides. He couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure as her fur pressed against his pubes, a sound that she echoed with a sort of subtle purr. As she began sliding her hips up and down, the displacer beast resumed gently licking his face, a feral approximation of a tender kiss. She quickly got up to speed, humping against him like her life depended on it, pounding her groin against his. The sensation of her warm, slick insides was positively intoxicating, especially when she playfully clenched against his intruding organ… the tight, ribbed walls almost seemed to pull him inward, begging to be fucked. Beneath his quiet moans and her purring growls, he could hear it, too, the sweet, wet squelching of passionate rutting that was music to his ears. With his hands no longer pinned, he couldn't help but reach up and run his fingers through her luxurious fur; he could feel her rippling muscles and her reverberating purrs, both of which were mesmerizing. After a minute, he was completely under the beast's spell, and all his thoughts of getting mauled had been forced to the back of his mind.

“Ahhhh… gods…" Rasmus has been with plenty of girls before, but this felt like popping his cherry all over again. The primal passion of her thrusts, the intimidating weight of her body, the exotic silkiness of her fur… all of it combined into a tempest of blissful enjoyment. Although her face hardly betrayed any emotion, he got the feeling the displacer beast was enjoying it too, or at least liked watching him squirm. “Fuck… so tight!" The longer it went on, the more he felt something round and squishy rubbing against the top of his dick, almost like she was trying to use his tip to rub it… was it her g-spot? Her clit?

Oh, what did it matter… she seemed to be enjoying it just fine, and worrying about pleasuring the monster on top of him wouldn't do him any good. The thief tried to reach his hands up to hug her massive body, but quickly found his wrists wrapped up in her tentacles. She gently pinned his arms above his head, then leaned down to nuzzle his face, almost as if to say, “Just lay back and relax."

“Mmmmrgh… you're the boss." Rasmus didn't know whether or not she could understand him, but it sure felt like it did… there was something in her eyes that made her seem like more than an impulse-driven animal. Then, through the blissful pleasure of their coupling, he began to notice her tensing up, her powerful muscles winding up like springs as her claws scraped against the flagstones. Her feline features contorted, and her purring turned into panting huffs of pleasure, almost like… like she was just about to cum. The thief's suspicions were confirmed as the displacer beast pressed her plump pussy lips flush to his groin, and her insides squeezed against his member like a ribbed, silky vice. Her powerful feline frame shuddered from the unmistakable force of an orgasm, and her tentacles constricted around his wrists like vicious snakes. Then, after a few seconds, ecstasy faded into pleasant contentment… but instead of pulling away, the monster went right back to bouncing on her human plaything's dribbling cock.

Now that her own pleasure was out of the way, she seemed to zero in on the young man's sweet spot, hammering against him with savage zeal. He was already well along the path to a climax, and each wet, slapping thrust brought him ever closer. It seemed like he was getting more sensitive as the familiar pressure built in his groin, with the beast's snatch rubbing him in just the right way. Was it morally wrong to lay with a beast? Could he somehow knock her up? Would she just kill him once he was finished? None of those questions entered his mind as the last dregs of his endurance gave out, and only one thing occupied his mind: “Ah, fuck, I'm… cumming!"

His monstrous partner was more than ready for him, and as his hips bucked into the air, she pressed down with equal force. She continued humping against him, keeping his member nice and deep inside her while clenching tight; it felt like she was milking him, coaxing spurt after spurt of hot, sticky seed into her loins. It was like a dam inside him had burst, letting his cum explode forth while his nerves surged with sensation. The few seconds it took to empty his balls felt like an eternity of pulsing pleasure, and by the time he came down from the orgasmic high, he felt thoroughly drained. He hardly complained as the displacer beast gave him one last nuzzle on the chin, then pulled off of him with a sweet slurping noise, flopping beside him while beginning to lap at her nethers.

Now that their coupling was over, Rasmus's mind began to wander freely, but the first thing that popped into his head wasn't what she would do with him, or how he could escape… “What did that guard call you?" He looked over to the displacer beast, who hardly paid him any mind as she thoroughly cleaned out her jizz-filled private parts. It felt weird to just call her a beast, and he knew one of the guards that had thrown him in here had mentioned her name, but he just couldn't… “Delilah?"

At the sound of her name, the displacer beast looked up, then gently headbutted the thief's shoulder. It seemed she wasn't out to kill him after all, he thought… which meant he should probably get going before anyone came to check on him. “Hate to duck out like this," he whispered as he slowly got to his feet, “But I'm guessing Lady DuChant isn't gonna be too pleased to learn I screwed her prized pet."

As the thief began re-donning what was left of his clothes, Delilah began to take notice, and paused in her self-bathing to slink over to his side. The massive beast insistently rubbed up against him, curling around to get in front of him before pushing him back towards her makeshift bed. At first, Rasmus thought it was just a needy suggestion, but after pushing past her, he felt one of her tentacles curl around his waist. The spiked pad on the end hooked into his shirt like velcro, then firmly spun him around, reminding the thief of her lethal capabilities. Judging by Delilah's playful yet predatory demeanor, he guessed she'd get what she wanted from him… all he got to control was how much it hurt. “Alright, fine," he quietly sighed, “I guess I can stay a little while longer." Last time he checked, it was still late into the night, and odds were the lady of the house was still asleep. He probably had an hour or two before someone decided to check in on him, or at least that's what he hoped.

Consigned to his fate, Rasmus walked back over and flopped onto the mattress beside the displacer beast, who gave him an affectionate nuzzle that almost bowled him over. As soon as he fully sat down, Delilah flopped her furry bulk onto his lap, her two tentacles curling around his waist as if to hug him. Without really thinking, he began stroking her soft, silky flank… it felt absolutely heavenly, although slightly less so than when her bare belly was pressed up against his own. The thief briefly wondered if there was a chance of a round two, but he quickly pushed the thought out of his mind, instead focusing on petting the monster laying on his lap.

Thanks to her sheer size, only a third of her fit on his legs, with her head and haunches spilling off to either size. It didn't help that she occasionally squirmed, adjusting herself bit by bit until she was rolled all the way onto her back. All six of her paws went limp in a feline spread-eagle, and once Rasmus began rubbing her fluffy belly, she let out a long, growling purr of contentment. This went on for some time, although every so often, she would playfully bat his hand around with her middle paws. The young man didn't dare stop, although his mind quickly began wandering down less wholesome avenues. Despite her thoroughly cleaning herself, Delilah still had a bit of his cum trickling out of her onto the mattress… he could just make out her still-plump pussy lips, which in turn made him wish they were still wrapped around his dick. Maybe if he snuck his fingers down there gradually, working from her belly on down…

No, Rasmus thought to himself, he shouldn't tempt fate. Their first rutting session, passionate as it was, could've just been a fluke, could have been a spur of the moment thing for her. Besides, what kind of sicko actually wanted to screw monsters… even if it might've been the best lay of his life. There wasn't a single human who could've been so dominant, so primal, and everything from her luxurious pelt to her inscrutable eyes drove him up the wall with arousal. Screw it… in for a penny, in for a pound, right?

“Alright, Delilah," he calmly murmured, “I'm not gonna hurt you…" His fingers fearfully inched closer to her nethers, still gently rubbing in an attempt to keep her satisfied. “This is gonna feel really good, I promise."

He looked back over to her face, half-expecting to see a snarl of bared teeth, but to his surprise, the displacer beast seemed more curious than anything else. After meeting his gaze, she turned her eyes toward her belly, where she took note of his hand creeping ever closer to her groin. Instead of pulling away, however, she simply wriggled forward a few feet with a permissive purr.

With her wordless permission, the young thief finally worked up the nerve to reach all the way down to her groin, letting his fingertips brush her still-slimy vulva. He started with just a little bit of teasing, but quickly realized she was still pretty damn wet, causing him to skip right to sticking his finger in. It easily slipped past her squishy lips and into her body proper, where he felt warm walls pulse around his digit. It only took a second to find that sweet spot he'd been hitting earlier, and once he started rubbing it, Delilah let out a quiet huff of pleasure. Her legs spread even wider, and before long, he could feel fresh vaginal fluid slickening his finger. “There we go," Rasmus quietly cooed, “You like that, don't you?"

“Mrrrrrrrrr…" The displacer beast lay back like a ragdoll, flexing her claws in the air as the thief continued fingering her. Her tentacles friskily flicked around his waist, their spikes just barely threatening to hook into his clothing, almost as if they had a mind of their own. After a minute of pleasure, however, Delilah's green eyes snapped open, and she suddenly began scooting her way off the young thief's lap. He immediately popped his fingers out of her, thinking he'd done something wrong, but he quickly realized what it was she wanted. The displacer beast got to her feet and turned away from her human lover, raising her tail to flaunt her dripping snatch. Although going for a second round seemed wrong, Rasmus couldn't deny the tent getting pitched in his pants… eh, she was practically begging for it, and who knows what she'd do if he refused.

After standing to his feet, the young thief dropped his pants down to his ankles, then shuffled closer to Delilah's bare rump. His dick stuck out like a flagpole, and it wasn't long before he had it right up against her soft, inviting lips. She looked him in the eye as he stuck it in, letting out a quiet chuff of enjoyment, and he could feel her hips backing into his until he was in to the hilt. It was just as hot and wet as when she'd first forced herself upon him, but now that he was in control, he got to truly savor the heavenly sensation. Each stroke brushed past her clit, causing her ribbed snatch to squeeze against him, and he could see her claws flexing against the floor with pleasure. The displacer beast's tail flicked and curled around his torso, while her tentacles reached back and hugged his midsection. Once he'd gotten into a good rhythm of fucking her furry rump, Rasmus grabbed ahold of her tail's base and used it as a handle; contrary to his worries, Delilah seemed to love the manhandling, and she let out a purring growl of enjoyment. She was leaning back into his hips, silently encouraging him to continue, and the young thief had every intention of finishing her off.

The odd couple kept at it for quite a while, and now that he was in control, Rasmus was able to edge himself to the very brink of his endurance. Delilah began to shiver with bliss as she orgasmed, letting out a primordial roar of ecstasy, and her human lover wasn't far behind. Her pulsing insides quickly gave him the last little push he needed, and with a loud moan, he slid balls deep into her cozy pussy and blew his load. It was like she wanted him to, leaning back into his hips and clenching ever tightly, forcing him to give her every drop. It felt like he'd emptied everything his balls had to offer into her womb, and once they slowly pulled apart, his seed dribbled and spattered onto the floor below.

“Ahhh, fuck… that was fun." As the young thief's member began to lose its stiffness, his bestial lover turned around and began gingerly licking him clean, her rough tongue surprisingly gentle on his sensitive skin. Then, she craned around and did the same to her own nethers, leaving Rasmus to pull his pants back up. It seemed Delilah was done with him for the time being, and he quickly decided to try and leave. “You're not going to stop me, are you?" he asked the displacer beast, and her emerald eyes gleamed with a spark of understanding.

She replied with a deep, gravelly “Mraow," which the thief took to mean, “No, I've had my fun." Delilah then went back to cleaning herself, paying little mind to the human beside her.

Now that he had a chance to escape, Rasmus hastily moved to grab his lockpick, but before he could get to work, he heard footsteps walking on the floor above; it wasn't just a lone guard, either, it sounded like a full entourage. He quickly scrambled over to the door, but just as he slipped his arms through the bars, the door to the cellar burst open. “-hear anything else?" a woman's voice asked, obviously in the middle of talking to someone. “Any screams? Are you sure he got eaten?"

“Uh, no, ma'am," a second voice said, “I just assumed…" Rasmus recognized it as one of the guards who'd thrown him in there, and the young thief quickly backed away from the bars. From down the stairs came a woman in a simple nightgown followed by two of the manor's guards, one of whom carried a torch. The second he saw them, he felt Delilah affectionately rub up against his side as the beast headed toward the bars.

Lady DuChant had just begun to reply when she saw Rasmus, locking eyes with the young thief before glancing down to Delilah. “Well, well, well," the woman purred, “If it isn't our little burglar. It seems you were wrong to assume anything, guardsman…" As the displacer beast came up to the bars and brushed up against them, the lady gave her a quick pat, her eyes tracing over Rasmus's torn clothes.

The guards, on the other hand, looked quite surprised to see the thief alive and well. “But how… I thought she'd shred anything that went in there?"

“She's not a mindless killing machine," the lady retorted, “She's got desires just like you or I… in fact, she went into heat a few days ago, which might be why she's taken such a liking to this little thief."

As if to emphasize her owner's point, Delilah slunk back over to Rasmus, gently headbutting his body before rubbing up against him. She let out another gritty “Mrow," which the thief took to mean, “Yeah, I like having him around."

“Miss," Rasmus bumbled, “I uh… I'm not really sure why she likes me so much…"

However, judging by the knowing glint in her eye, the lady knew just why Delilah hadn't ripped him apart. “Tell you what, my little thief: if you survive the night, we can talk about a mutually beneficial relationship… something where Delilah gets to keep her new toy, and you don't get dragged off by the city watch. Sound fair?"

No, but after a moment's consideration, Rasmus realized it was probably the best deal he was gonna get. “Yes ma'am," he replied, already wondering just what the night would be like; he was already fairly worn out from the wild rutting, and Delilah seemed quite clingy with her property.

“Excellent. I'll see you in the morning." With that, she turned and headed back up the stairs, followed swiftly by her guards. He could hear her ordering them to guard the cellar after they'd closed the door, and with a sinking heart, Rasmus realized there was no chance of him slipping out. As if to underline that point, Delilah gently rubbed up against him, ushering him back over to her bed with both her bulk and her tentacles.

“Well, I suppose I haven't got much choice then, have I?" Rasmus sighed.

The displacer beast replied with a semi-indifferent grunt, as if to say, “How exactly did you think this night was gonna turn out?" She paced back over to her bed and flopped down, tail flicking passively against the ground as if inviting him over.

“Yeah, I guess you're right… this whole thing was a shit idea." The young thief shuffled over to the bed and lay down, prompting Delilah to stand up and readjust herself; after pacing around a bit, she flopped onto Rasmus, eliciting a pained grunt as he got out from under her. With a little wriggling, the human managed to wind up behind the massive feline, spooning her while his arms stroked her fur. “I bet you're happy I got stuck in here, aren't you?"

“Mrrrraow."

Rasmus let out another sigh. “Beats getting caught by the city watch, though… I wonder what Lady DuChant has planned for me?" Did she just want him as a sex toy for her exotic pet? Was she gonna turn him in if he survived the night?

“Mrow." Delilah gradually bared her teeth in a wide yawn, then licked her lips as she laid her head down.

Now that his fate was more or less sealed, Rasmus decided it might not be a bad idea to get some rest… after all, he had no clue what sort of endeavors the morning would bring, and his lack of sleep was beginning to catch up to him. With a bit more shifting, he managed to get himself comfortable, then closed his eyes. Despite being on a straw mattress right up against a lethal killing machine, sleep quickly overtook him, and he didn't wake until well into the morning.