Wolf Extraordinaire

Claimed since 27th of December '14 By Alexander Moreau Camille Queen | Omega Werewolf 23 Years Old

[camille-queen]

[antoineduval-deactivated2016041]

Antoine shook his head quickly. “No madam…I wasn’t doing anything…I just wanted…to talk…it get’s boring by yourself in here.”

[camille-queen]

“Yeah, I... I remember.” She settles down a little, smiling back at him. “I’m Camille. Or Cammie, if you’d like. Have you tried counting blood splatters yet? Bricks? Insects?”

[townofmonstrs]

“I knew you’d settle in just fine.” He was still slightly surprised Eldon hadn’t come back, but he guessed some people just got tired of Covaire. Camille probably hadn’t done anything wrong, yet, she got the shitty end of the stick anyway. “I probably won’t be here for long.” He sighed. “Eventually I’ll get out of here. Rather I’m with a new master or not is still in the air.” The thought of food did sound good to him, but he wouldn’t ask her. Knowing his luck, she’d get in trouble. “Your company is fine. I don’t need anything.”

[camille-queen]

“Then you were far more optimistic than I.” She smiles softly, eyes dropping to the ground for a moment. She hadn’t wanted to get claimed initially. She’d been unable to show Alex proper enthusiasm, because part of her had still been hoping for Eldon’s return. Hell, part of her still is. The bond they’d had could not be substituted, and she is still having trouble letting it go entirely. She blinks a few times, tilting her head. “Your former Master still wants you? But then...” She pauses, “why did he put you back in the first place?” She watches him with slight scepticism. “Are you sure? I'd really like to do something to help you... if you’d let me.”

[goforcxleb-deactivated20151124]

So how many cops does it take to get a guy out of a basketball hoop?

[camille-queen]

She smiles, tilting her head. “Is that the beginning of a joke?”

[antoineduval-deactivated2016041]

“Hello there…”

[camille-queen]

“Oh... uhm, hi...” She looks around, clearing her throat awkwardly. “I uhm... I didn’t mean to... intrude.”

[alexandermoreau-deactivated2020]

No Pain Without Pleasure || Alexander & Camille

[alexandermoreau-deactivated2020]

Alexander knew the last few months had been rough on the both of them, bringing her into his home and having things settle had been harder than expected. Neither had been prepared for her wolf to take control and fight him, but with work she had been able to take back control. He was proud of her for that, and he only hoped it would stay that way. He had found that there were things he would need to do differently in order for it to work, and he was hardly one to complain. He was able to let himself take control as he needed and she was more than able to handle it.

He was eager to feel her body pressed against his, the warm her warm skin melded against him as he kissed her. Every sound is music to his ears, smirking as she gasps and tilts her head to the side for him. “That’s it.” He encouraged, his lips brushing across her throat, biting at her soft flesh that was bare to him. Pulling away from her skin he grabbed her chin once more, forcing her to look at him. “I want you downstairs and naked in the playroom in five minutes.” He said simply, his voice husky with the lust and hunger boiling beneath the surface. He kissed her once more, biting roughly at her bottom lip and drawing blood before he pulled back and let go of her. “Now.”

[camille-queen]

Perhaps it was a good thing; the things they’d gone through together. Alexander had played a major part in her recovery, and through it, he had come to learn things she would never have been able to voice herself. That, and she liked knowing she could serve him this way; that he felt entirely comfortable taking out his frustrations on her, even when they had nothing to do with her. It made her services somewhat unique, and Camille knew more than anything that her life would always depend on how well she could keep her Master’s interest and affections. 

His encouragement brings a small smile to her slightly parted lips, and as his teeth catch her skin, a subtle groan passes through them. Before she knows it, his fingers have caught her chin, and Camille obediently redirects her gaze to rest on his handsome features. Her reply to his words is silenced by his next kiss, however, and as he draws back, her tongue slips out to lick her blood from the shallow wound. A moment later, she drops her hands from his arms and pulls way from him. “Yes, Sir...” She whispers gently before turning to do as commanded. Ordinarily, Camille has grown accustomed to calling him Alexander, but in this setting, she is incapable of such control. Four minutes later, she kneels naked just inside the door of the playroom, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes watching the bottom of the door for any movement. 

[townofmonstrs]

I’m really not in the mood for hugs, you’re right. But I must admit, it is nice to see you again. I was starting to think you fell off the face of the planet or something. It’s been, what, weeks? No, no. I think it may be months. It’s good to see you.

[camille-queen]

“Yeah, I’ve been... settling in, with Alexander.” The process had been harder than she’d expected, but got through it. She offers Calen another soft smile. “But it’s really good to see you too.. despite the circumstances.” She eyes the bars for a second, biting her lip gently. “Is there anything you need? I can’t... break you out,” she smiles a little at that, thinking of his actions when he’d found her behind bars, “but I can bring you something to drink, or eat?”

[love-roses-are-red]

[townofmonstrs]

What? You’d think you’d have someone else to gawk at.

[camille-queen]

“Well... you don’t look like you want to be hugged,” Camille replies, a gentle smile blooming on her lips. It’s been months since she’s really been out and about, and she’s happy to see him, even if he’s not in the best mood.

atownofmonsters

[hellsslittleangel]

God is everyone having sex but me?

“I suppose I’m not missing much since I haven’t had sex with that many people. But it has been a really long time since I’ve been laid so to speak.”

[camille-queen]

“Are you looking for negative attention?” Camille asks, her question honestly quite genuine. Some slaves do, and that’s that. She won’t judge, even if it’s never been her... cup of tea. 

[alexandermoreau-deactivated2020]

No Pain Without Pleasure || Alexander & Camille

[alexandermoreau-deactivated2020]

Alexander could tell that her mind was on the same track as his was, her body responding just as he hoped it would. “Wise decision.” He said with a nod, his fingers firm on her chin to make her look up at him. The look in her eyes and the way her lips parted were just begging for him to have her in every way he wanted. He chuckled at her words, a smirk growing on his lips. “Good girl.” He muttered, pulling her towards him and pressing his lips against hers. One hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly against him while the other knotted in her hair, tugging her head roughly to the side so his lips could travel down across her jaw and neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.

[camille-queen]

Camille had been off to a rocky start with Alexander, her memories of the Arena forcing their way back - along with the cracks in her sanity - causing the wolf within to rise to the surface. And it had taken them a while, but eventually, sometime in the past 4 months, Camille had regained control of herself - though not without change. She’d always enjoyed pain, but now... she needs it. Craves it, in fact, as a tool through which she can centre herself, and control rather than repress.

When Alexander’s lips meet hers, his strong grip pulling her close, Camille does nothing to conceal the gentle moan that finds itself muffled by their kiss. Her body softens against him, moulding itself to his large form, and Camille’s hands drift up to rest gingerly against his biceps - just as a gasp emerges in response to the pain that surges from her scalp. Eyes glazing over, Camille watches the ceiling above her hazily, lips parted to allow tiny breaths of air to be drawn and let loose with every cold touch of his lips against her heated skin. 

[ledarigby]

The chain shifted||Open&Leda

[ledarigby]

“I been told,watch the documentary, buy the goddamn t-shirt….”

“Pain is pain, wherever is a second or a lifetime. I’m not naive enough to pretend my time will come, it may be shorter for the wolves, but it’s long enough for us human. So if someone else come here and tell to understand, I will flip my shit out.”

[camille-queen]

Camille’s delicate brows furrow slightly on her forehead, her eyes lowering in thought. After a little while, she sighs and looks back to Leda. “I’m not going to pretend to know how it is for you. We all have different experiences.” Is all she finally says, ending the discussion on a diplomatic note. 

[camille-queen]

[bryce-cumberbatch]

He nodded, “Yeah, the doctors said it’ll take about four months for it to grow back, then another month for my sight to come back”.

[camille-queen]

Camille bites down on the inside of her lower lip, quiet for a moment as she considers it. “I suppose... it’s better than nothing.” Part of her realises that slaves are rarely punished unless they’ve in some way provoked it, but another part of her knows very well that some Masters are far more explosive than others. “Still.. it’s rather... harsh. Can I ask what you did?”

[heartlessfoxy]

[elenawasilvskaya-blog]

[ledarigby]

The chain shifted||Open&Leda

[ledarigby]

“Yep, he doesn’t like me as much.”

“By the way everyone want to see it. It’s blessing, while being human is curse. Getting annoyed about that, to be honest.”

[camille-queen]

Camille smiles softly. “Some wolves get very.. territorial. He probably just needs some time to get used to your presence in his home.”

“I suppose everything is in the eye of the beholder,” she comments thoughtfully. “Though most never stop to consider that being a wolf means being a slave for much much longer. That it means a significantly greater infliction of pain before it kills us. Humans and wolves suffer equally, but in different ways. The main separator is the amount of time we suffer. Time will kill you long before it comes for us.” She pauses, her eyes soft as she watched the other. “I know it’s not an easy thing to face, but... try to take comfort in that... at least.”