Name: Ethan Winters
Age: 37 (1984)
Gender: Cis Male
Species: Mutant Homo sapiens, (Post Dulvey Incident, 2017)
Race/Nationality: Caucasian/American
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 180cm (5′11)
Languages: English, Romanian
Family: Mia Winters - wife (deceased)
Rosemary Winters - daughter
Occupation: Former System Engineer
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Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
@chainsawsandstaples
Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
The wolf shakes his big shaggy head, unwilling to concede her point, fear is something that can be used against you. He knows this far too well, particularly when monsters like Miranda see it as proof of ‘training’ and conditioning.
Ethan whines and grabs at her hands with his mouth. He playfully tugs on them and covers her more in his fluff. He stretches once she is pinned under his bulk and fluff.
“Please know I’m going to return the favor once you’re human again and have built up some strength.” Alcina laughs, snuggling into his fluff, her face eventually reaching the little muscle and fat left on his still-malnourished body. “I’m going to make you my chubby little puppy, too. A full tummy every day.”
He wiggles in her grip, enjoying the tickle of her fingers and nails against his skin as they glide through his fur. He talks and licks happily at her cheek, giving her his love and affection. His dear sweet Lady is always looking out for him and his hungry belly - perhaps if he’s cute enough he can get a treat.
“My puppy will only get the finest meats and the cleanest water. And when he’s human again, I’m going to feed him all the chocolate his heart desires~” gushes Alcina, holding him around his midsection.
Ethan pants happily, tail wagging and thumping against her leg as he relishes the cuddle. He imagines all the food they will eat together, all the gifts he will bring her and affection they’ll share.
Alcina leans into him, nuzzling into his fluff to inhale his sweet scent, and then relaxes against him. He still smelled of the last bath she had given him— honey and lavender soap is what she had used.
“I hope someday you can become human for longer, my dear. I want to learn more about you. Your likes, your interests, your favorite places to be pet…everything.”
He yawns sweetly then, wrapping his forepaws gently around her back, his nose snuffling at her hair as he takes in his mate’s scent. With a soft yip of agreement he closes his eyes again, imagining that they could stay up all night, just talking and getting to know each other. He wants to know more about her too, about her life, family, what she did before she had him to care for.
Ethan whines softly, curling so his mate is kept safe and warm in his fluff, his tongue licking a sweet kiss over her cheek.
Alcina imagines Ethan as she had previously seen him— blond and a bit rugged, snuggled up with her in bed, perhaps even under the sheets after a moment of private passion… his hands protectively around her, exchanging tiny kisses as they drifted off to sleep… oh, what a life it could be.
“I love you too, dear.” She grins, kissing his muzzle. “That day will come soon enough. I’ll have a feast prepared, and you and I can spend all day and night eating and talking to one another.”
Ethan’s doggy grin widens, tongue lolling slightly as he pictures long walks in her garden, holding hands and trading sweet kisses in the privacy of the trees. He resolves to start making a list of things to ask her - so he may learn more about her while he works to control his transformations.
“I’ll give you a proper human bath, too. Moisturize your skin, perhaps even give your hair a trim if you’d be so inclined. Pamper you as a reward for being calm enough and in the right mindset to change back.”
He likes the idea of having a bath together, washing her flawless soft skin with a loofah, massaging the stress from her broad shoulders and pressing warm and gentle kisses along her swanlike throat.
He shakes his head out of his imaginings, snuffling at Alcina’s hair and nodding at the offering before he gives her a gentle nuzzle. His dear sweet mate.
Alcina smiles brightly, feeling an unspoken bond between the two of them. They were one and the same— two kindred spirits who had found one another, and planned on remaining a bonded pair forever. Or rather, that was her plan. Mother Miranda would never have him again, and he would be her love and stay with her until the end of time. In the back of her mind, she even had the thought of rambunctious wolf pups running around the castle– as if they were actually compatible, she was fertile, and they both wanted children in reality.
Ethan wakes slowly after his rest, his long tongue curling as he yawns and then gazes upon his mate. His dark eyes soften as he watches her, giving her a gentle lick on her forehead before he slips out of her arms. He hops off the bed to rest his forepaws up on the windowsill, looking out at the castle’s surrounding grounds. Wondering what else was out there in the village.
A winter storm rages on outside of the small house, the father within settling his miraculously sleeping babe down in her cradle, tucking thick and warm blankets and furs around the swaddled child. He turns on the baby monitor, giving his daughter a sweet caress over downy blonde fluff goodnight before tip toeing out of the room. Ethan is all set to curl up with a good book by the fire when a thud echos out from his yard. Fair eyebrows furrow as he ventures towards his front door, opening it only to see a white lump wigging in the snow. He hurries out to the creature’s side, careful just in case it attacked him, carefully placing his coat over it before lifting it up.
“What are you doing out here?” He asks as he carefully holds the little thing close and brings it inside to warm it by the farm. Perhaps someone’s cat got lost in the storm...
“—and that was from the movie, as well.” she grins, kissing the top of his head now that he was kissing down her abdomen. “Duchess is quite the posh little lady, but I believe a man’s own words to be better than repeating those of another’s.”
“I think Duchess was a bit of a wild girl, how else did a pure bred cat end up with ginger and black kittens?” He asks with a smirk, pausing at her belly to lick his tongue into her belly button and grip her hips more firmly.
“Perhaps like how I ended up with mine: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.” She teases, “but I don’t think she had access to perspective adoptive children.” She locks her legs around his waist, hips flush with his torso.
You really are that cat.” He chuckles before he scoots down so he is under the sheets, leaning forward to lick his tongue through her folds. He licks deeply inside her, nose brushing against her clit as his palms cup and lift her hips.
Alcina lets out a gasp as he begins pleasuring her, which quickly melts into soft sounds of enjoyment. Her hips move with his hand, giving him better access.
“You’ve only just started, and I can already tell you’re quite the pro at this~”
Ethan chuckles as he laps at her fluids, growling against her cunt, his fingers digging into her fleshy hips.
“Night’s not over yet, Cina.” He murmurs as he continues to lavish her with attention; tongue licking, lips suckling and teeth gently scraping against her clit.
He groans and hums against her folds, allowing the vibrations to travel through him into her. A smirk curls the corners of his mouth as he prepares her body, happy to side track for a bit if only to pull more noises and squirms of pleasure from her body.
Carefully he lifts a hand from her hips, gliding a finger smoothly within her body, his tongue and lips still swirling around the digit. He could stay here all night, her scent strong in his nose and the salty sweetness of her cunt pooling on his tongue as he gulps down mouthfuls of her pleasure.
“Good girl.” He murmurs against her clit before he presses and insistent kiss against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Alcina can only let out moans and whines already, pleasure already overriding her senses. She bucks her hips as he enters her with one finger, already wanting more than just a single digit.
However, when he praises her, she instantly melts– fingers comb through his blond locks as she lets out vulgar moans in response to his touch and his words.
He growls at her noises of pleasure, nibbling gently on her clit and slipping a second finger inside her. He thrusts slowly, scissoring his fingers to stretch her slowly while the fingers of his other hand dig into her soft thigh.
Alcina Dimitrescu was not only the CEO of Dimitrescu Vineyards and heiress to the Dimitrescu family business, but also a mother— in more ways than one.
For quite some time she had an infatuation with her personal secretary, Ethan Winters, but alas, he was married and later was expecting a child. She may have loved to play dirty when it came to business decisions (usually regarding purposely messing with their competitors), but she refused to become a homewrecker by seducing her coworker and had kept her desires to herself.
However, the universe decided to do her a favor one fateful day and proceeded to tip the scales in her favor...by Mia Winters dying of blood loss in childbirth.
It was tragic. It really was. And she had grown close platonically with Ethan, offering her assistance with just about anything— and when he called in the middle of the night that the baby was here and his wife hadn't survived, and he had no one else to call for emotional support, she pulled on a new set of clothes and was there in minutes.
Since then, she had become the mother of Rosemary Winters in every way except biological. She came along to work, either one of her two 'parents' holding her close while they did paperwork or talked on a conference call. She had even made the ultimate sacrifice by getting on medications the induced lactation so Rosie was able to nurse and get all the antibodies and nourishment she was unable to receive from her birth mother. Alcina was a mother to three adoptive children already, so she knew how to care for the infant already and was an amazing help to the newly-widowed father.
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Not much time had passed since then— Rosie was almost a year old, and her parents had grown even closer, both platonically and perhaps even romantically.
The Dimitrescu matriarch was always known for her love of holidays especially Halloween, and was especially-especially known for her extravagant Halloween parties every year. Her clients and coworkers were never invited, but it wasn't a work affair in the slightest: it was attended by Alcina's fellow elites, with the event focusing on the lavish indulgence in the holiday, focusing on luxuriating in sweets and all-around 'junk food', the art of costume and costume design, as well as the overall sense of one's preexisting elegant lifestyle mixing with the quasi-childish indulgence and atmosphere of fun and enjoyment.
However, this year, she was adding a new guest to the list. She held the envelope in her hand behind her desk— even the envelope enclosing the invite was made of heavy, thick paper that definitely came at a cost (needless to say, the Lady spared no expense on the entire affair).
She awaited Ethan's return from the copy room in order to finally present it: the catalyst for hopefully an amazing future together. Had she planned on chatting him up at the party, admitting her love, and possibly getting in his pants at the same time? Yes. Was she, the stern businesswoman, scared out of her mind? Also yes.
“I can imagine them complaining in true Dimitrescu fashion: ‘my word! What an abhorrent experience! I’ve been living peacefully for as long as I can remember, and now I’ve been thrust into the bright, loud world— Hmm…wait, do I smell milk? Alright, truce.’ ”
“Then your baby will truly be your child down to their very bones, that sounds very familiar from what you have said of your babies you have breastfed.”
“For how much she’s breastfed so far, Rosie should have magically absorbed my dna by now to become my biological child.” She chuckles, “I already know she’s going to throw a fit when the baby comes.”
“More than likely yes, she does adore getting your full attention with Dani being old enough to be more independent. You have spoiled her just a tad, darling.”
“Well…yes.” She responds shyly. “But she’s my precious baby girl. My little rosebud who brings me so much joy. I started off wanting to pamper her a little more than usual simply because being new to the world without your birth mother must be confusing to such a little thing… and now she’s over a year old and obsessed with her mama. Suppose it’s time for her to start being a bit more independent.”
“She’s just a baby, my love, it’s best to start it more now if you can. Do you intend to wean her before she decides she wants to stop breastfeeding herself? Your body will simply increase the milk yield from feeding two infants you know. Besides of course she loves you, you keep her safe and happy and very well fed. You’re a wonderful mother, Alcina.”
Alcina internally remembered that ‘my husband and I use it both as nonsexual intimacy and a sensory add-on during sex, and also he’s accidentally used my milk in his coffee a few times and thinks it tastes great’ was not, in fact, a prosper response to that question.
“For now, she’ll stop when she’s ready, but I might start to wean closer to my due date.” she nods, “and thank you, mama. I only learned from the best.”
“I will support whatever choice you make, darling, and you can always change your mind. The baby should get exclusive rights to your colostrum for the first few days but I’m sure Rosie won’t mind the bottle for a little bit.”
“I’m ecstatic. So is Ethan— be never expected to be a biological father again after Mia died, until we became a couple. And then we thought I might no longer be fertile, and that was another roadblock. However, we haven’t told the kids yet. We’re going to give it a little while longer until the bump is more obvious and we can’t hide it.”
“I think that’s a smart idea, the girl would only be excited and it’s best that it stays that way. But I do think your little one is here to stay, call it mother’s intuition.” She smiles then, pressing a loving kiss to her daughter’s cheek. “I can’t wait to be a grandmother again.”
“Don’t think about that, Alcina, just be present in the moment and enjoy being pregnant.” Her mother says warmly pressing another kiss to her forehead.
“I can’t wait until I’m on leave. I just want to cuddle Ethan and the girls in bed all day and just…feel overjoyed and overflowing with maternal bliss.” She beams, snuggling up to her mother. “Is that what it felt like with me and Karl?”
“It was actually, your father took leave from the business and we just spent a lot of time together. When I was pregnant with you, we were getting the nursery ready. You father painting the walls and put the cradle together, your grandmother knitted your little blanket and thread through the ribbon once you were born. We talked about names and what you might look like all the time. It was, well, it was wonderful.”
“Perhaps Ethan and I should both appoint something to run the business. Ethan would be so stressed with the company and a baby…” she mused, hoping she could have even a semblance of that ideal maternity experience.
“That is a decision you should talk about with him, my princess. If there is no one who can replace both of you, I’m afraid he may just have to work. Do you have anyone else in a position who feasibly could run things for you without ruining what you’ve built?”
“Perhaps father, but with how he feels about Ethan and the baby, I wouldn’t even bother asking.” She sighs to herself, pondering for a moment. “I suppose the two of us could split the workload— and once the baby is here, whoever isn’t on baby duty will be either sleeping or working?”
“Don’t be silly, Alcina.” Her mother scolds lightly. “Your father would not sabotage the business he worked a lifetime to help grow and thrive so you may have something worthy to continue. Take some time to talk to Ethan about all this, just give me time to knock some sense into your father. Underneath all the disapproval he loves you, dearly.”
Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
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Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
The wolf shakes his big shaggy head, unwilling to concede her point, fear is something that can be used against you. He knows this far too well, particularly when monsters like Miranda see it as proof of ‘training’ and conditioning.
Ethan whines and grabs at her hands with his mouth. He playfully tugs on them and covers her more in his fluff. He stretches once she is pinned under his bulk and fluff.
“Please know I’m going to return the favor once you’re human again and have built up some strength.” Alcina laughs, snuggling into his fluff, her face eventually reaching the little muscle and fat left on his still-malnourished body. “I’m going to make you my chubby little puppy, too. A full tummy every day.”
He wiggles in her grip, enjoying the tickle of her fingers and nails against his skin as they glide through his fur. He talks and licks happily at her cheek, giving her his love and affection. His dear sweet Lady is always looking out for him and his hungry belly - perhaps if he’s cute enough he can get a treat.
“My puppy will only get the finest meats and the cleanest water. And when he’s human again, I’m going to feed him all the chocolate his heart desires~” gushes Alcina, holding him around his midsection.
Ethan pants happily, tail wagging and thumping against her leg as he relishes the cuddle. He imagines all the food they will eat together, all the gifts he will bring her and affection they’ll share.
Alcina leans into him, nuzzling into his fluff to inhale his sweet scent, and then relaxes against him. He still smelled of the last bath she had given him— honey and lavender soap is what she had used.
“I hope someday you can become human for longer, my dear. I want to learn more about you. Your likes, your interests, your favorite places to be pet…everything.”
He yawns sweetly then, wrapping his forepaws gently around her back, his nose snuffling at her hair as he takes in his mate’s scent. With a soft yip of agreement he closes his eyes again, imagining that they could stay up all night, just talking and getting to know each other. He wants to know more about her too, about her life, family, what she did before she had him to care for.
Ethan whines softly, curling so his mate is kept safe and warm in his fluff, his tongue licking a sweet kiss over her cheek.
Alcina imagines Ethan as she had previously seen him— blond and a bit rugged, snuggled up with her in bed, perhaps even under the sheets after a moment of private passion… his hands protectively around her, exchanging tiny kisses as they drifted off to sleep… oh, what a life it could be.
“I love you too, dear.” She grins, kissing his muzzle. “That day will come soon enough. I’ll have a feast prepared, and you and I can spend all day and night eating and talking to one another.”
Ethan’s doggy grin widens, tongue lolling slightly as he pictures long walks in her garden, holding hands and trading sweet kisses in the privacy of the trees. He resolves to start making a list of things to ask her - so he may learn more about her while he works to control his transformations.
“I’ll give you a proper human bath, too. Moisturize your skin, perhaps even give your hair a trim if you’d be so inclined. Pamper you as a reward for being calm enough and in the right mindset to change back.”
He likes the idea of having a bath together, washing her flawless soft skin with a loofah, massaging the stress from her broad shoulders and pressing warm and gentle kisses along her swanlike throat.
He shakes his head out of his imaginings, snuffling at Alcina’s hair and nodding at the offering before he gives her a gentle nuzzle. His dear sweet mate.
A winter storm rages on outside of the small house, the father within settling his miraculously sleeping babe down in her cradle, tucking thick and warm blankets and furs around the swaddled child. He turns on the baby monitor, giving his daughter a sweet caress over downy blonde fluff goodnight before tip toeing out of the room. Ethan is all set to curl up with a good book by the fire when a thud echos out from his yard. Fair eyebrows furrow as he ventures towards his front door, opening it only to see a white lump wigging in the snow. He hurries out to the creature’s side, careful just in case it attacked him, carefully placing his coat over it before lifting it up.
“What are you doing out here?” He asks as he carefully holds the little thing close and brings it inside to warm it by the farm. Perhaps someone’s cat got lost in the storm...
“—and that was from the movie, as well.” she grins, kissing the top of his head now that he was kissing down her abdomen. “Duchess is quite the posh little lady, but I believe a man’s own words to be better than repeating those of another’s.”
“I think Duchess was a bit of a wild girl, how else did a pure bred cat end up with ginger and black kittens?” He asks with a smirk, pausing at her belly to lick his tongue into her belly button and grip her hips more firmly.
“Perhaps like how I ended up with mine: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.” She teases, “but I don’t think she had access to perspective adoptive children.” She locks her legs around his waist, hips flush with his torso.
You really are that cat.” He chuckles before he scoots down so he is under the sheets, leaning forward to lick his tongue through her folds. He licks deeply inside her, nose brushing against her clit as his palms cup and lift her hips.
Alcina lets out a gasp as he begins pleasuring her, which quickly melts into soft sounds of enjoyment. Her hips move with his hand, giving him better access.
“You’ve only just started, and I can already tell you’re quite the pro at this~”
Ethan chuckles as he laps at her fluids, growling against her cunt, his fingers digging into her fleshy hips.
“Night’s not over yet, Cina.” He murmurs as he continues to lavish her with attention; tongue licking, lips suckling and teeth gently scraping against her clit.
He groans and hums against her folds, allowing the vibrations to travel through him into her. A smirk curls the corners of his mouth as he prepares her body, happy to side track for a bit if only to pull more noises and squirms of pleasure from her body.
Carefully he lifts a hand from her hips, gliding a finger smoothly within her body, his tongue and lips still swirling around the digit. He could stay here all night, her scent strong in his nose and the salty sweetness of her cunt pooling on his tongue as he gulps down mouthfuls of her pleasure.
“Good girl.” He murmurs against her clit before he presses and insistent kiss against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
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Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
The wolf shakes his big shaggy head, unwilling to concede her point, fear is something that can be used against you. He knows this far too well, particularly when monsters like Miranda see it as proof of ‘training’ and conditioning.
Ethan whines and grabs at her hands with his mouth. He playfully tugs on them and covers her more in his fluff. He stretches once she is pinned under his bulk and fluff.
“Please know I’m going to return the favor once you’re human again and have built up some strength.” Alcina laughs, snuggling into his fluff, her face eventually reaching the little muscle and fat left on his still-malnourished body. “I’m going to make you my chubby little puppy, too. A full tummy every day.”
He wiggles in her grip, enjoying the tickle of her fingers and nails against his skin as they glide through his fur. He talks and licks happily at her cheek, giving her his love and affection. His dear sweet Lady is always looking out for him and his hungry belly - perhaps if he’s cute enough he can get a treat.
“My puppy will only get the finest meats and the cleanest water. And when he’s human again, I’m going to feed him all the chocolate his heart desires~” gushes Alcina, holding him around his midsection.
Ethan pants happily, tail wagging and thumping against her leg as he relishes the cuddle. He imagines all the food they will eat together, all the gifts he will bring her and affection they’ll share.
Alcina leans into him, nuzzling into his fluff to inhale his sweet scent, and then relaxes against him. He still smelled of the last bath she had given him— honey and lavender soap is what she had used.
“I hope someday you can become human for longer, my dear. I want to learn more about you. Your likes, your interests, your favorite places to be pet…everything.”
He yawns sweetly then, wrapping his forepaws gently around her back, his nose snuffling at her hair as he takes in his mate’s scent. With a soft yip of agreement he closes his eyes again, imagining that they could stay up all night, just talking and getting to know each other. He wants to know more about her too, about her life, family, what she did before she had him to care for.
Ethan whines softly, curling so his mate is kept safe and warm in his fluff, his tongue licking a sweet kiss over her cheek.
Alcina imagines Ethan as she had previously seen him— blond and a bit rugged, snuggled up with her in bed, perhaps even under the sheets after a moment of private passion… his hands protectively around her, exchanging tiny kisses as they drifted off to sleep… oh, what a life it could be.
“I love you too, dear.” She grins, kissing his muzzle. “That day will come soon enough. I’ll have a feast prepared, and you and I can spend all day and night eating and talking to one another.”
Ethan’s doggy grin widens, tongue lolling slightly as he pictures long walks in her garden, holding hands and trading sweet kisses in the privacy of the trees. He resolves to start making a list of things to ask her - so he may learn more about her while he works to control his transformations.
Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
@chainsawsandstaples
Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
The wolf shakes his big shaggy head, unwilling to concede her point, fear is something that can be used against you. He knows this far too well, particularly when monsters like Miranda see it as proof of ‘training’ and conditioning.
Ethan whines and grabs at her hands with his mouth. He playfully tugs on them and covers her more in his fluff. He stretches once she is pinned under his bulk and fluff.
“Please know I’m going to return the favor once you’re human again and have built up some strength.” Alcina laughs, snuggling into his fluff, her face eventually reaching the little muscle and fat left on his still-malnourished body. “I’m going to make you my chubby little puppy, too. A full tummy every day.”
He wiggles in her grip, enjoying the tickle of her fingers and nails against his skin as they glide through his fur. He talks and licks happily at her cheek, giving her his love and affection. His dear sweet Lady is always looking out for him and his hungry belly - perhaps if he’s cute enough he can get a treat.
“My puppy will only get the finest meats and the cleanest water. And when he’s human again, I’m going to feed him all the chocolate his heart desires~” gushes Alcina, holding him around his midsection.
Ethan pants happily, tail wagging and thumping against her leg as he relishes the cuddle. He imagines all the food they will eat together, all the gifts he will bring her and affection they’ll share.
Alcina leans into him, nuzzling into his fluff to inhale his sweet scent, and then relaxes against him. He still smelled of the last bath she had given him— honey and lavender soap is what she had used.
“I hope someday you can become human for longer, my dear. I want to learn more about you. Your likes, your interests, your favorite places to be pet…everything.”
He yawns sweetly then, wrapping his forepaws gently around her back, his nose snuffling at her hair as he takes in his mate’s scent. With a soft yip of agreement he closes his eyes again, imagining that they could stay up all night, just talking and getting to know each other. He wants to know more about her too, about her life, family, what she did before she had him to care for.
Ethan whines softly, curling so his mate is kept safe and warm in his fluff, his tongue licking a sweet kiss over her cheek.
A winter storm rages on outside of the small house, the father within settling his miraculously sleeping babe down in her cradle, tucking thick and warm blankets and furs around the swaddled child. He turns on the baby monitor, giving his daughter a sweet caress over downy blonde fluff goodnight before tip toeing out of the room. Ethan is all set to curl up with a good book by the fire when a thud echos out from his yard. Fair eyebrows furrow as he ventures towards his front door, opening it only to see a white lump wigging in the snow. He hurries out to the creature’s side, careful just in case it attacked him, carefully placing his coat over it before lifting it up.
“What are you doing out here?” He asks as he carefully holds the little thing close and brings it inside to warm it by the farm. Perhaps someone’s cat got lost in the storm...
“—and that was from the movie, as well.” she grins, kissing the top of his head now that he was kissing down her abdomen. “Duchess is quite the posh little lady, but I believe a man’s own words to be better than repeating those of another’s.”
“I think Duchess was a bit of a wild girl, how else did a pure bred cat end up with ginger and black kittens?” He asks with a smirk, pausing at her belly to lick his tongue into her belly button and grip her hips more firmly.
“Perhaps like how I ended up with mine: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.” She teases, “but I don’t think she had access to perspective adoptive children.” She locks her legs around his waist, hips flush with his torso.
You really are that cat.” He chuckles before he scoots down so he is under the sheets, leaning forward to lick his tongue through her folds. He licks deeply inside her, nose brushing against her clit as his palms cup and lift her hips.
Alcina lets out a gasp as he begins pleasuring her, which quickly melts into soft sounds of enjoyment. Her hips move with his hand, giving him better access.
“You’ve only just started, and I can already tell you’re quite the pro at this~”
Ethan chuckles as he laps at her fluids, growling against her cunt, his fingers digging into her fleshy hips.
“Night’s not over yet, Cina.” He murmurs as he continues to lavish her with attention; tongue licking, lips suckling and teeth gently scraping against her clit.
A winter storm rages on outside of the small house, the father within settling his miraculously sleeping babe down in her cradle, tucking thick and warm blankets and furs around the swaddled child. He turns on the baby monitor, giving his daughter a sweet caress over downy blonde fluff goodnight before tip toeing out of the room. Ethan is all set to curl up with a good book by the fire when a thud echos out from his yard. Fair eyebrows furrow as he ventures towards his front door, opening it only to see a white lump wigging in the snow. He hurries out to the creature’s side, careful just in case it attacked him, carefully placing his coat over it before lifting it up.
“What are you doing out here?” He asks as he carefully holds the little thing close and brings it inside to warm it by the farm. Perhaps someone’s cat got lost in the storm...
“—and that was from the movie, as well.” she grins, kissing the top of his head now that he was kissing down her abdomen. “Duchess is quite the posh little lady, but I believe a man’s own words to be better than repeating those of another’s.”
“I think Duchess was a bit of a wild girl, how else did a pure bred cat end up with ginger and black kittens?” He asks with a smirk, pausing at her belly to lick his tongue into her belly button and grip her hips more firmly.
“Perhaps like how I ended up with mine: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.” She teases, “but I don’t think she had access to perspective adoptive children.” She locks her legs around his waist, hips flush with his torso.
You really are that cat.” He chuckles before he scoots down so he is under the sheets, leaning forward to lick his tongue through her folds. He licks deeply inside her, nose brushing against her clit as his palms cup and lift her hips.
A winter storm rages on outside of the small house, the father within settling his miraculously sleeping babe down in her cradle, tucking thick and warm blankets and furs around the swaddled child. He turns on the baby monitor, giving his daughter a sweet caress over downy blonde fluff goodnight before tip toeing out of the room. Ethan is all set to curl up with a good book by the fire when a thud echos out from his yard. Fair eyebrows furrow as he ventures towards his front door, opening it only to see a white lump wigging in the snow. He hurries out to the creature’s side, careful just in case it attacked him, carefully placing his coat over it before lifting it up.
“What are you doing out here?” He asks as he carefully holds the little thing close and brings it inside to warm it by the farm. Perhaps someone’s cat got lost in the storm...
“—and that was from the movie, as well.” she grins, kissing the top of his head now that he was kissing down her abdomen. “Duchess is quite the posh little lady, but I believe a man’s own words to be better than repeating those of another’s.”
“I think Duchess was a bit of a wild girl, how else did a pure bred cat end up with ginger and black kittens?” He asks with a smirk, pausing at her belly to lick his tongue into her belly button and grip her hips more firmly.
A winter storm rages on outside of the small house, the father within settling his miraculously sleeping babe down in her cradle, tucking thick and warm blankets and furs around the swaddled child. He turns on the baby monitor, giving his daughter a sweet caress over downy blonde fluff goodnight before tip toeing out of the room. Ethan is all set to curl up with a good book by the fire when a thud echos out from his yard. Fair eyebrows furrow as he ventures towards his front door, opening it only to see a white lump wigging in the snow. He hurries out to the creature’s side, careful just in case it attacked him, carefully placing his coat over it before lifting it up.
“What are you doing out here?” He asks as he carefully holds the little thing close and brings it inside to warm it by the farm. Perhaps someone’s cat got lost in the storm...
Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
@chainsawsandstaples
Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
The wolf shakes his big shaggy head, unwilling to concede her point, fear is something that can be used against you. He knows this far too well, particularly when monsters like Miranda see it as proof of ‘training’ and conditioning.
Ethan whines and grabs at her hands with his mouth. He playfully tugs on them and covers her more in his fluff. He stretches once she is pinned under his bulk and fluff.
“Please know I’m going to return the favor once you’re human again and have built up some strength.” Alcina laughs, snuggling into his fluff, her face eventually reaching the little muscle and fat left on his still-malnourished body. “I’m going to make you my chubby little puppy, too. A full tummy every day.”
He wiggles in her grip, enjoying the tickle of her fingers and nails against his skin as they glide through his fur. He talks and licks happily at her cheek, giving her his love and affection. His dear sweet Lady is always looking out for him and his hungry belly - perhaps if he’s cute enough he can get a treat.
“My puppy will only get the finest meats and the cleanest water. And when he’s human again, I’m going to feed him all the chocolate his heart desires~” gushes Alcina, holding him around his midsection.
Ethan pants happily, tail wagging and thumping against her leg as he relishes the cuddle. He imagines all the food they will eat together, all the gifts he will bring her and affection they’ll share.
Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
@chainsawsandstaples
Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
The wolf shakes his big shaggy head, unwilling to concede her point, fear is something that can be used against you. He knows this far too well, particularly when monsters like Miranda see it as proof of ‘training’ and conditioning.
Ethan whines and grabs at her hands with his mouth. He playfully tugs on them and covers her more in his fluff. He stretches once she is pinned under his bulk and fluff.
“Please know I’m going to return the favor once you’re human again and have built up some strength.” Alcina laughs, snuggling into his fluff, her face eventually reaching the little muscle and fat left on his still-malnourished body. “I’m going to make you my chubby little puppy, too. A full tummy every day.”
He wiggles in her grip, enjoying the tickle of her fingers and nails against his skin as they glide through his fur. He talks and licks happily at her cheek, giving her his love and affection. His dear sweet Lady is always looking out for him and his hungry belly - perhaps if he’s cute enough he can get a treat.
Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
@chainsawsandstaples
Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
The wolf shakes his big shaggy head, unwilling to concede her point, fear is something that can be used against you. He knows this far too well, particularly when monsters like Miranda see it as proof of ‘training’ and conditioning.
Ethan whines and grabs at her hands with his mouth. He playfully tugs on them and covers her more in his fluff. He stretches once she is pinned under his bulk and fluff.
Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
@chainsawsandstaples
Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
The wolf shakes his big shaggy head, unwilling to concede her point, fear is something that can be used against you. He knows this far too well, particularly when monsters like Miranda see it as proof of ‘training’ and conditioning.
Hungry Like the Wolf || CLOSED || chainsawsandstaples
@chainsawsandstaples
Mother Miranda had suddenly requested a meeting, hinting at an experiment of hers that hadn’t entirely failed. Was she going to introduce a fifth lord? A possible prototype for her end goal?? We’re they nearly out of the woods when it came to serving her???
All these questions plagued the countess’ mind as she stood in the dilapidated church, taking a long drag from her cigarette as her siblings waited beside her— all of them sitting in silence, while herself and Heisenberg smoked (however, he chose cigars as his drug of choice. How tacky.)
“I know, baby, I know.” She murmurs, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “If we ask Heisenberg to delay, that means we will have to prepare for our little show of your ‘skills’ to Mother Miranda in a few weeks at the next meeting. I don’t want to make you act so violently, which is why I thought striking beforehand would be a good idea.”
He relishes her kiss, leaning in so he can nuzzle her gently, giving her one on her cheek even as he considers her words. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s afraid to perform and Miranda to find him lacking and punish his mate. He doesn’t know what to do, how to help… he’s as useless as a real dog.
They sat in pregnant pause, until an idea came to the Countess’ mind. “What if… what I show her is that you aren’t just a weapon? I can show her something Miranda herself failed to do… the fact that you can turn human will be quite the revelation! And you’ll surely still only be able to do it temporarily, so you’ll have to stay here so we can continue your ‘training’.” She beams, picking him up in a loving hug.
“Oh, it’s brilliant! We can stay together, and we’ll have more time to plot with Heisenberg. What do you think, love?”
Ethan nods, trusting his mate more than anything, snuggling up against her cutely and he licks her cheek. He woofs softly and enjoys the cuddle, hooking his paws around her neck so he can shower her with affection.
As much as his skin crawls at the thought of Miranda seeing him naked and vulnerable frightens him, if this will buy them more time and keep them safe - he will do it.
“Thank you. My love. I promise that when the time comes, I will not let Miranda harm you. She knows that no one who touches the dragon’s treasure makes it out alive.” She replies, scowling at the mere idea of Miranda harming him again. Alcina holds back a desire to growl, knowing it would likely startle Ethan, and instead reassures him with kisses and affectionate pets.
He warms at her possessive tone, feeling a similar echo of the emotion in his own chest. His tongue licks out to lap sweetly at her face, returning her kisses as best he can. He smiles for her in his wolf way, ears peeking up to show her that he trusts her and knows she will look after him. His dear, sweet mate.
“My Ethan” she coos, kissing him on his cold, wet nose.
Alcina calls Heisenberg back into the room, explaining their mutual decision.
“We have decided to assist. Ethan is going to be extremely brave at the next meeting and buy us all some time.” She smiles softly, showering her partner in affection as she spoke. Her brave, handsome man.
His tail wags slightly at the praise, continuing to lick at Alcina’s face, snuggling against her soft curves and deliberately ignoring her brother. He doesn’t care what the smelly man thinks, his mate will always look out for him and he will return the favour. He’s certain with her help he can achieve it all faster.
Heisenberg makes his exit shortly after, leaving the couple alone in their bedroom once more. “My brave, handsome man.” She tells him, laying back down in bed.
Ethan settles so he is lying on top of Alcina, his fluff spreading out around her to half hide her again. He licks her cheek and rests his head on her chest, looking up at her with worried eyes. He wants to do well and protect her but is still nervous Miranda will trigger something in him and make him too afraid.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We have time. And no matter the outcome, I will not be letting you go back to that wretched creature. She will have to face me before she even tries.” Alcina reassures him, scratching behind his ear. “She will see your improvement, and see that you are coming along well under my care and ‘training’. That should be enough to keep her satisfied this time around.”
He yowls softly, leaning in to nuzzle her sweetly, his breath huffing against her face as he resettles. His nerves still cause him to shake a bit, wanting to hide behind his mate but stays where he is - he needs to keep her safe more than anything.
Ethan can only hope she will be proven correct in the end, and everything will be alright.
