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Esmeralda Bheriya Werewolf

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Secrets at Midnight || Harrikor & Esmeralda

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She had been driving him insane. The little games she had been playing with him were always charged with tension, and yet he kept himself from touching her. Maybe it was the collar around his neck that kept him from acting on his will, since the dragon felt like he was forced to do it, to serve her. And to be fair, he had come to like her company and part of him always thought that as soon as he touched her he would never see her again. 

Arr had expected to be returned to the cells at the end of the day, like she had done all the times before, but this day was different, Esmeralda told him he was to stay the night. The dragon was half expecting to be used as a teddy bear as she slept at his side, and that would be a far cruel torture for him than anything they could bring down on him in the cold cells. But instead he was given a room and a bed for himself. There was a long pause as they said good night as the idea of grabbing her and just take her in the bed she had given him did cross his mind, over and over. 

Now in the middle of the night, sleep was hard to find. Maybe it was the fact that the bed was too soft for what he was used to, or was the surrounding silence that felt strange, or maybe was the image of her that kept his sleep away. The dragon paced the room, he did push-up and sit-up, anything to keep his mind away from the woman on the other side of the hallway. But then the moaning reached him and it was unbearably sweet. Part of him had thought this was another one of her games, but he still followed the sound like the sailor was called to the rocks by the sirens. 

As he stood on her doorway, he mostly watched her face as the pleasure she was bringing to herself brought a softness to her he hadn’t seen before. The dragon cursed himself when she found him, he knew she was going to stop it a probably send him away for catching her in such a private moment. Instead, he was surprised with a better view and her moaning his name. What a sweet torture, after that sight, if she pushed him away he would curse the heaves and for the first time since he had been put in chains he would actually feel like a slave.  

Unable to stop himself he reached for the blanket removing it completely from her. He was rewarded by the sight of her long legs, parted as her hand dipped inside her panties. Leaning down he placed kisses on each leg, jumping from one to the other all the way up her long legs until he was leaning just inches from her panties and her still moving fingers. He gently wrapped his hand around her wrist pushing her to move deeper inside before taking her fingers out. When the dragon sucked her fingers there was a low growl vibrating from deep inside him. She tasted so good. 

His head moved between her legs, and he licked the length of her slit, the fabric from her panties between them but not hiding how wet she was or how he was pressing his though against her. 

It felt like all the air had been stolen out of the room as she waited for his reaction. Esme didn’t stop touching herself because he was there, in fact it only made her moan more for him now that she didn’t have to quiet herself down. They had been dancing around each other for a few weeks and the wolf had been denying them both it seemed, at least from the look on his face. As much as she had wanted him, Esme had been so determined to keep up a game that didn’t seem important anymore. Right now there was no way to hide herself to keep playing that game. 

Esmeralda didn’t stop the blanket from being taken away, even if it left her more exposed than he’d ever seen her. She had seen him naked but the wolf normally dressed modest around him. It had been part of her games after all. She had clearly been caught in the intimate position but the wolf had been holding back from being too forward or taking what she wanted from him. Unable to tear her eyes away from him, her fingers moved slowly to pleasure herself, imagining it was Arr instead. 

Her legs parted for him, a little more with each kiss that traveled up her thighs. She was far too gone to want to push him away and it took all her strength to resist pulling him in. The air around them felt so electrically charged that she didn’t want to ruin the moment by uttering a word so she stayed silent, only whimpering when he pulled her fingers out from her panties. Her eyes darkened, watching his lips wrap around her fingers to taste her arousal. If he hadn’t been so close, she would have pushed him back on the bed herself. 

As his tongue brushed against the wet material, her head finally dropped back. “Arr,” she moaned, the sound louder now she didn’t have to hold back. She wanted to command him and beg him for more  and her teeth pulled on her lip to stop her. She wouldn’t beg, not even if she desperately needed him now. 

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There was a moment when he had his hand on her he thought she was going to pull away. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had done it. Playing with a dragon was something that everyone fantasied, but few are the ones that actually felt brave enough to do it. Not that it looked like she was playing him. She looked too at home in this place to feel like she was playing. 

From her home he could tell she liked plants and books. She was the nurturing kind, that probably enjoyed the quiet of the night with a book by her side. He didn’t feel like she wanted something from him, or was expecting something from him. But then again, she was a mistress in this city. Arr could trust her as far as he could throw her, and in this small bathroom there wasn’t enough room for him to throw her. 

The dragon could move well enough, there was some lingering pain when he lifted his right arm, probably from a broken rib that was still making it’s way back. But aside from that he could do pretty much anything to make himself clean. So he didn’t actually need any help but it felt like a kindness on his part to say yes to her offer. Not that he said yes, he just nodded and gave her a small grunt, that was the closest she would get to a yes from him on the subject. But he leaned back, wanting to close his eyes to the feeling of the hot water on his body but not letting himself do it wanting to keep an eye on the wolf. 

Arr looked at her when she willingly offered her name to him. He was more expecting of her offer to clean him than the offer of her name. That had surprised him. He looked at her then, matching her name to her face, to the softness and beauty in her. “Like the green gem?” he said only before his finger start to make random pardons in the water “it was Cleopatra’s favorite.” he mentioned more to himself than to her “It’s a good luck gem, it improves your well-being and…” brings you love. But he stopped himself before saying it. Dragons liked their treasures, and treasures had gems in them, Arr had just a natural fascination for them, so he knew some things about the pretty rocks. “… I just like them because they are green.” he tried to play it off like he knew nothing on the subject and was just mumbling. 

“I would say it is nice to meet you, but…” he pointed to the collar on his neck “If you wish to, you may call me Arr.“ He had been called Slave or Dragon for the past couple of weeks that hearing his own name right now didn’t sound so bad.

Even from within all her anger, Esme knew that this wasn’t part of the plan. She was being too soft and open, allowing the dragon a peek at what kind of woman she was. There was no act when she was on her knees beside the bathtub, offering to help him bathe. Her plan had been to finish off dinner and give him some space. There was no way to hide her thoughts when he was watching her so she pushed down her fury, focusing on being the gentle woman she could be. 

With his approval, she reached for a clean wash cloth and dipped it into the hot water. She had been expecting to wash his back so when he leaned back in the bath tub, she hesitated for a moment. This was becoming far more intimate than Esme had intended. Shuffling forward, she carefully ran the cloth over his shoulder and down his arm, letting the cloth clean away any dirt and grime from the cells. She knew that the dragon was watching her and so her eyes stayed focused on the task, stopping to dip the cloth back in the water before starting again. 

Esmeralda had expected to hear his name in return, so she was surprised when he knew what her name meant. A small smile curled on her lips, watching him explain what he knew about the gem that was her namesake. It was kind of sweet and her smile turned genuine as she watched him fidget and stumble through his words. That was more than she had heard him speak since his arrival and she discovered that she liked the sound of his voice. “Yes, my parent’s named me after the gem. I think they were hoping I’d be their good luck charm.” 

It felt strange for her to share something so intimate, considering she had barely spoke of her parents since being turned into a werewolf. Her eyes were drawn up to the collar around his neck and she absently reached out and brushed her fingers along it. “I don’t have a key for that, I’m afraid.” The only thing she was given were the keys to the manacles that had held him. She dropped her hand back to his shoulder and down his bicep before returning it to the edge of the bath. “Arr,” she repeated softly, as if she was memorising it. 

The moment felt far too intimate and it caused the wolf to fall silent. Wringing the cloth, she leaned over to drag over to his other shoulder and down his stomach. It was hard not to notice how close they were when she looked up, his face a few inches for her. While most would ruin the quiet moment with chatter, she kept her thoughts to herself.

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✻ (For Arr to catch Esmeralda masturbating) The dragon stood there for a little before admitting to the mistress “You sound so pretty when you moan”

SOFT NSFW ASKS - for @xunnamedonex

While the store was still under construction, she had spent more time at home and playing with the dragon. All the playing games had left her wound up tight and while she wanted to, she had stopped herself from getting too physical with Arr. She was trying to tempt him into acting first but he seemed ever patient which only left her feeling frustrated .

She lay in bed with the blankets covering her hips and legs. Maybe she should have been sleeping but her mind was on the dragon in the bedroom across the hall. She thought about his scars and tattoos and the defined muscles in his shoulder and back. Arr had been anything but shy and she was not disappointed with what was under the rags. Esme’s hand trailed down her body, playing with her breasts until the hardened peaks were visible through her night gown. 

Closing her eyes, she continued thinking of the dragon and all the terrible, dirty things she wanted to do with him. As her fingers slipped into her panties, she imagined his fingers on her, manipulating her body. The image made her moan, her imagination running wild enough for her to forget she wasn’t alone in the house. Two fingers pushed into her with another moan, her eyes fluttering open in time to see Arr in her door way. Esmeralda was frozen for a moment, her eyes on him. It was a surprise but she was far too wound up to want to stop now.

There were only two ways to play it, to be shy and pretend like she wasn’t just masturbating to the thought of him or she could make it obvious that she was. One hand pushed the blanket’s down further, giving him a better view of what was going on. Thrusting her fingers slowly, her eyes stayed on him as she moaned, sighing out his name like an invitation. 

[esmebheriya]

Wreck-It Ralph - What does ‘being a winner’ mean to your muse?

A SERIES OF HEADCANON PROMPTS INSPIRED BY DISNEY MOVIES

Wreck-It Ralph: What does ‘being a winner’ mean to your muse?

For Esme, winning means surviving and being free. She’s watched a lot of people lose and suffer and everything in between, only freedom is a sign of what you’ve won and how you succeeded. But that’s not to say that she’s a bad loser when it comes to board games because she really is.

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Esme thought it was nice that Chance was dropping by. She had experience with enough wolves to know not all of them were this thoughtful. It spoke volumes about his character, he was kind and sweet. It was far different from her own alpha. She felt caught out from all her dancing and singing around but she only smiled, glad he was going to take her up on the offer. It would be nice to have some company. “It’s called chole bhature, essentially chickpea curry,” she explained. “Which brings me to my second question, how are you with spice?” It would be better to know now so she didn’t add as much chili as she preferred. 

“Oh, thank you.” Handing over the container, she absently wiped her hands on her skirt. “My house did, yes,” she answered, her smile falling into a more bitter expression. “My store did not, unfortunately. I’ve been in the process of cleaning and dealing with contractors to get it up and running again.” Esme wouldn’t mind taking her issues up with the dragon who had caused them but she was trying to abide by the city’s rules and that meant behaving. “How did you fair? I can’t imagine that you had any issue.” He was the alpha of the city after all, any slave who stepped out of line wouldn’t get far against an alpha.

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[esmebheriya]

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None of this made sense to him. So far she was being nice, giving him her trust that he wouldn’t just grab her once his hands were free. He wouldn’t in any case, he would never force himself on someone that did not want his touch. Then her house was not something he would expect, it was warm and welcoming, like the mistress was being to him. Even the nice ones that had cross his path weren’t this nice, this warm. Then her story about her past, making him realize what he had smelled when he first saw her, herbs, fresh ones, like the ones his Grace used to take care of in their garden, the ones she used to make her potions to help the other. That was the sweet smell he had picked on, and it why it had made him feel sick. 

Then was the way she looked at him when his cloths came off. If she wanted sex she wouldn’t be the bashful type, if she cared about him and what he had been through she would have asked about the marks on his body. And he could have sworn he saw something dark cross her eyes as she looked at him. It wasn’t desire, it was something else. But as soon as he saw it, it was gone. This didn’t look right, she was being too nice, too perfect, too welcome for his taste. 

The dragon nodded when she informed him the bath was ready. He slipped in, enjoying the warmth of the water. In the cells, even the hottest setting felt cold to him, so an actual scolding bath eased the pain the bruises on his body were causing making him sigh as the warm water worked it’s magic. 

Before she could leave him, his hand reach out, gripping around her wrist. It wasn’t a harsh grip, he didn’t pull her, he just wanted her to stop. Looking up at her study her face for a little wanting to see her reaction “Stay.” it wasn’t an order, it was a request. As soon as the words left he let go of her wrist, turning his attention back to the bath he was in “Food can wait.”. 

He reached for the wash cloth she had left him, working it into the skin that the water wasn’t covering, just waiting for her to start or just leave. 

The wolf wasn’t perfect in playing her games, some times things slipped even when she was focused on it. She saw a flicker of confusion on the slave’s expression and worried she had slipped. Bringing him into her home was a risk in itself. She had no doubt that she could over power him with the collar on but her home wasn’t part of her mask. Everything in the house was hers, it was precious in some way because, if it wasn’t, she would have left it in India. From the plants to the mortar and pestle in the kitchen to the books on the shelves, they were all special to her. Arr was able to see it all, the truth with the lie, mixed together. 

There was no time to feel vulnerable about it because she was the mistress. Once she turned her attention away, she could hear him approaching the bath. Her assumption had been right at the water was the right temperature. With everything in place, she was ready to leave him be and give him some space. If she had been locked in a cell for weeks, she would have killed for some time alone. 

Esmeralda was prepared to be shooed away, knowing that the dragon would likely want some privacy after being under constant supervision from guards. It was why she was genuinely surprised when he reached for her. Her dark eyes stayed wide, looking down at their hands before looking back at him. It felt like a test, like he wanted to see if she would recoil from him or try and climb into the tub with him. “Okay,” she agreed, speaking softly. 

Her stance relaxed as he let go of her and she turned to retrieve another spare towel, placing it on the floor beside the tub and kneeling on it. From this angel, they were almost eye to eye and she could see all the tattoos and marks on his skin. “Do you need any help?” she asked, looking at the blossoming bruises on his skin. Even if the collars helped with healing, the wolf knew he had to be stiff from the beatings he was taking. 

She wasn’t exactly shy but Esme was still playing a part and she kept her eyes on polite areas, at least she tried too. Being a werewolf meant you got used to being naked and seeing other’s naked when shifting, some others felt uncomfortable like that and she wanted to appear respectful. After a long moment, she looked up again. “I’m Esmeralda, I just realised I didn’t introduce myself.” And what better time then now. 

[esmebheriya]

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He appreciated her words, and most of all he appreciated the meaning behind them. She was right, being both was better than being just one. In his time he had been nothing but good, nothing but the dutiful kind angel, and now, he wasn’t sure if he was still that with a bit of Hyde in him, or if he was just Hyde holding on to his Jekyll side too proud of losing it. He didn’t know, and he wasn’t the time to figure it out. “Thank you.” he said only, not wanting to extend this conversation far more than he needed. 

“Don’t offer… because I might just do it.“ he could see himself just standing there watching as the hours moved past him. “Oh believe me… I’m telling no one.“ this felt private, an intimate secret she was sharing with him. And besides, he didn’t know if anyone else in this city would understand the beauty she was sharing with him. He would be just happy to be there, on the outside of the room looking in. But then she had to open the door and invite him in. 

“Yes“ he sounded too excited, even to his own ears, but he couldn’t help himself. He followed her inside, his head tilting to the side as he read each one of the title, getting more excited for with the next name as he was from the one before. On instinct, he reached out for ‘Le fantôme de l’opéra’ only to stop himself and look at her. 

“I’ll be careful.“ he confirmed to her, just waiting for her permission to go ahead. 

Plenty of good men did bad things. It was the next steps that mattered. At least Samael seemed to have a guilty conscious, enough to try and make up for what he had done. If the girl was smart, she’d turn him away and run but woman enamoured with a powerful man rarely saw past the shiny exterior. Esme liked Samael though, she didn’t know if that made her an accomplice but she appreciated that he was doing something to make amends.

“I know you won’t.” Esme believed him because Samael loved books as much as she did. These were special and private, it was like showing a part of her soul to someone else. She appreciated that his excitement matched her own when she collected another title. These were as precious as children to her. And he because he would keep them a secret, Esme could share this space with him. They would be here any time he needed an escape. 

Noticing what had caught the angel’s eye, Esme grinned, almost dancing across the room to stand by the book. “Somehow, I’m not surprised that you picked this one out,” she teased. Maybe one day he would be coming to pick up another book to apologise to a pretty girl, because the book was definitely for a girl. She knew an apology gift when she saw it. Esme had received many apology gifts over the years.

“Go for it. Besides, if you break it, you will be paying for it,” she joked. It was one of her favourite books but she trusted Samael’s respect for the old literature. 

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🌼- Caring for some plants

for your muse to find mine… caring for some plants 🌼

She was spending most of her days at the bookstore, cleaning and getting it ready for the reopening after it had almost been destroyed. It had taken most of her time and energy to get it close to ready that she had been a little neglectful of her garden. After arriving home early that day, Esme had started dinner on the stove and headed into the garden to trim and pick a few items she wanted to use. 

Humming and singing softly to herself, she barely heard footsteps approach but she recognised the scent of the alpha she had met a few weeks ago. Glancing over her shoulder, she tucked her container of herbs and pepper’s under her arm to greet him. “Hello, alpha,” she said, almost teasing using the proper title for him. Chance might not have been the alpha of her back but she knew to be respectful, even if she couldn’t help tease a little. 

While she was surprised that he was at her home, she was curious as to why he would seek her out. “I’m just finishing up some dinner, would you like to join me?” She came from a big family and was so used to making big pots worth of food, most of which she had to freeze to eat at a later date.

for: @chanceblackwell

[esmebheriya]

🌼 (From Arr)

for your muse to find mine… caring for some plants 🌼

Part of the reason Esme had liked the cottage when she bought it was the leafy front garden. It had expanded since she had moved in, with a small herb and vegetable garden that she enjoyed tending too. She wasn’t the type of woman for flowers, preferring plants with use, either in the kitchen or for medicinal reasons. The wolf would normally spend one day a week in the garden, weeding and taking trimmings for what she needed. 

That morning was no different and, with a pair of headphones on and music in her ears, she moved around the garden. Her skirt was bunched in her hands as she swayed and danced, stopping in front of the mint plant to take a few leaves that she could use later that night. Just like the bookstore, the garden was another of her happy places because she had grown in herself, built with her own hands and only she got to reap the rewards of that hard work. 

Humming a song under her breath, she twirled on the spot with a small laugh, just enjoying the sunlight pouring in. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the familiar dragon. She hadn’t called for him and the thought of him catching her in a real moment made her swaying stop as she looked to him again. “Oh, I didn’t see you there,” she said quickly, deciding to play bashful about being caught dancing. “Are you okay? I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

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[esmebheriya]

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All of this felt wrong to the Dragon. Her sweetness made no sense to him, the way she touched him and led him inside her space didn’t make sense. She was paying for his time so the delay didn’t make sense. But he played along, following her as she led him. It was her money after all, she could do with it as she wished.   

He tried to hide the frown on his face when she said her house wasn’t much. It reminded him so much of his own home, and for him it was a Castle, so he didn’t like that she said it wasn’t much because a house much like this had been everything to the old creature. But during his time in the city he had some houses around, so he might understand why she said it wasn’t much, even if he didn’t agree. “It’s fine, miss.” he grunted out, more to make her stop than to actually pay it a complement. 

He would have preferred a shower, and be done with it quicker. He didn’t like baths, if he was in a pool of water he much preferred it to be a lake or a river, where he can actually swim in it, not a small bowl he could barely move in. But she turned on the water, and he wasn’t there to complain, this was more about what she wanted, he was there to make her happy after all. “Sure…”. The dragon started to work on his own clothes, there was no point in waiting for her to tell him to do so, it was not like he would bath with them on. 

There were still bruises on his body from last night’s beating, and from previous nights as well, even if faded. He hadn’t done anything, nightly beatings had just become a routine for him. At least he knew exactly when they were coming, each time the guards switched shifts he knew they were stopping by. Each night, every night around two in the morning. The coloration in his skin mixed with the tattoos on his body, deforming the beauty of some and adding to others.  

He let the shirt fall to the ground, not caring where or how it landed, same for the pants he had been given, making quick work of getting himself naked. He stood there just wanting for water to gather on the bathtub. Arr wasn’t a bashful little boy, being naked or dressed made no difference to him. 

Even through his controlled features, the werewolf knew that comment must have hurt. This was the perfect sized home for Esme, she didn’t want anything flashy. It was a home that held warmth and familiarity, it was a home. She hoped it stung him, wanting him to miss his own home. Maybe he would be more careful in the future about the destruction he caused. He had cost her a lot of money, and a chunk of her pride considering who she had to ask for more money to get the store back in order. “I come from much less, originally,” she admitted, telling him the truth about herself. “My parent’s picked tea leafs. They never owned a thing in their life beside some cooking pans,” she said. She laughed softly, like she was remembering it as a fond memory and not one she despised. 

Esme had purposefully moved towards the bath, wanting to give them some more time together. It was good to see how shy he would be, if he would strip before her. Most supernatural creatures weren’t shy about their human bodies, it wasn’t their true form anyway. She was much the same though she tried to be modest while in polite company. Considering he was a dragon, the wolf made the bath hot, almost scolding but not enough to burn. There was still a game to be played and she wasn’t going to be showing her cards too soon. 

For a moment, she pretended to be bashful, not wanting to act too eager for what he revealing. But she still caught glimpses of bruises. Some of the marks resembled the baton’s guards carried, other’s were an imprint of knuckles or a well landed boot. She could recognise them considering she had caused similar marks and had them on her own body. It didn’t spark any sympathy inside her, it only reminded her of things she wished to forget. Between the bruises and that tattoo’s it was hard for the wolf to tear her gaze away. 

He wasn’t shy, that much she had noticed from the way he stripped off and stood proudly. She wanted to bring that proud man to his knees, or maybe string him up to her roof so he could spin like a pretty chandelier for her. She poured some bubble bath into the water, giving it a chance to cover him if he wished. There was nothing floral in the bubbles but natural scents like argan oil and sage. “Here,” she said, quickly moving to get out of his way. She turned her back, moving to the cabinet to collect clean towels and a wash cloth for him, all without letting her gaze wander too far. 

“I’ll let you have some privacy,” she murmured with a shy smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. This would just be another step in her plan to make him trust her. This wasn’t a short term goal, she wanted to make it hurt. “I’ll make you some food. Do you like spicy food?” she asked, placing the towel’s beside the tub. 

[esmebheriya]

itsfallensamael​:

Samael wasn’t a strange to manual work, and even if he didn’t often, he liked the peace of mind one can find when your brain doesn’t have to overthink. Helping her was as much for her as it was for his own selfish reasons. He welcomed the distraction as much as the numbness that came with it. Besides, he liked her store, it was only fair to help it clean up, it would probably give him an excuse to buy another set of books. 

“That’s an interesting book“ he said only, knowing that by her reaction she knew exactly what the book was about and how it might apply to him. She wasn’t dumb after all, and she liked books, probably more than him, so she would know the story all too well, same as him. He appreciated her even more than she didn’t follow up with questions or tried to find the reason behind his choice. His brow rose in surprise when she confirmed she had exactly what he had been looking for, maybe she was right, he was in fact lucky. “You are amazing.“ he was still not believing.

He turned to start cleaning, now he had more of an incentive to get things done faster, he wasn’t expecting her to invite him to move into the back of the store. He couldn’t believe what was expecting him on the other side. The angel stood there, his eyes taking in the treasure she had so well-kept, he was amazed, her collection put his to shame, and that was saying something. 

“This might be my new favorite place.“ he had an almost child like wonder as he looked at the books, too afraid to move closer. 

“I’ve known some Jekyll’s and some Hyde’s in my life. A man with both is better than just a Hyde.” Esme was certain he would understand what she meant by that. Whoever that book was for would realise that as well. The world was a harsh place when it wanted to be. It was better to have some kindness alongside the cruelty. Or she had come accustomed with cruelty that any shred of kindness was far too sweet. 

Just the offer was enough for Esme. She was still relatively new and hadn’t made as many friends as she had hoped. That was the problem with being surrounded by wolves for most of her life, it made it harder to be sociable with people who weren’t raised in a pack mentality. Having a friend felt nice and since Samael was being a good friend to her, she would have to return the favour to him. A book was easy compensation when she was able to give it. His expression made it all worth it as well, knowing he was impressed.

“You’re welcome to come visit,” she said, laughing softly as he looked around. If this was the only thing that put a smile on her face that day, she would be okay with it. “So long as you don’t tell a dragon it’s here. I can’t handle losing these as well.” 

He looked almost too awestruck to move closer so she slipped in front of him and pushed the door open, holding it open with her feet. “Come on, I’m sure you’ll want to check out my copy of Frankenstein,” she promised. There was also the book he was looking for among the shelves. Esme had a soft spot for, what was now considered, classics. She had started a collection many years ago, getting some of the books from the writer in some cases as well. 

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Trust. What a big word for such a small creature like her. He eyed the mistress up and down. He felt no need to hurt her, she had done nothing to him that would invite his anger. The dragon understood why everyone saw him as an angry creature, but in reality he was quite peaceful man, only using violence when it was called upon. “The trust his yours to give, not mine to take.” he could have said yes, but in the end it was still her choice to put her trust upon him. 

His eyes followed her as she fell to her knees in front of him, he couldn’t help to find curiosity in the movement. She hadn’t been the first to fall on her knees in front of him, e even heard some beg him, it didn’t make much of a difference when they were paying for it. Arr felt nothing, but he still played his part, after all he had to buy his time if he was to get out of his found predicament. “Thank you, Miss“ even if in a low grumble, he tried to be polite with his words. 

What game was this one playing with him. She looked sweet enough, caring enough, so why rent him? Why him?  There were plenty of slaves that would be best suited for her needs, what ever they were. Was just the trill of fucking him that was moving her? Or did she wanted something else? He wouldn’t drive himself crazy wondering, he knew when the time came she would say exactly what she wanted, until then, he would play into her game. Might as well get some entertainment out of this. 

His eyes moved from the hand extending to him to her face, before taking her hand and nodding. 

It turned out that he was smarter than he seemed, at least mostly. The weeks in L’Enfer had taught him how to be a slave and how it all worked. The dragon had built his own prison cell in this town. While he was busy tearing the city down, he had destroyed her life. Perhaps she was being petty but no one said she was perfect. “You’re right, it is my trust to give and I’m deciding to give it,” she stated. It would be better this way, if he thought she was trusting him and giving in. 

She had spent years playing the obedient wife to another man who destroyed everything in his path. Men like that didn’t deserve mercy or obedience. They needed someone to put them in their place. While she couldn’t do that to her husband, she had a perfect toy to practice on. Those thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind as she focused on the slave before her. She wondered if he was just like her alpha underneath it all. “You’re welcome,” she murmured softly, resting her hands against his wrist for a moment. 

There was fire in that touch but she’d played with fire before and lived another day. While he had left the choice of trust to her, she was doing the same. A moment passed before his hand reached for hers. Carefully, she helped pull him to his feet, until they were almost eye to eye again. With his hands unchained, he could try to make an escape or try and hurt her. Part of Esme wished he tried it, giving her an excuse to fight back.

Leading him through the house, she lead him to the bathroom where a large bath and shower sat. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not much,” she murmured shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “But I can guarantee the water is hot and I have clean towels.” Compared to what the slave would have seen of the city, Esme knew her house wasn’t a mansion so she could play up the act of kindness with the addition of humble. 

“Would you prefer a bath?” she asked, moving to the bath to turn the water on.

[esmebheriya]

xunnamedonex​:

Being rented had soon lost the novelty to the Dragon. Masters and mistress had made a line to rent him ever since he was capture. There were the ones that just wanted to look at him, see the monster that had taken down a city. Others just wanted to spit in his face, tell him how he had failed. And there were the ones, the twisted that wanted to ride him, his kind was rare after all, and they couldn’t resist a go at him. It didn’t make any difference to him, it was all quite the same to the dragon, in the end they just wanted to brag that they had rented him. 

But this was different, for all the times he had been taken out of his cell, this was the first time he had been driven out of L'Enfer. With his hands in chains, he was led to a door where a woman greeted him. He hated her house, it reminded him too much of his old place, and he didn’t want that memory in his mind, especially not when it smelled of nothing but wet dog, and something else, something too sweet, it was almost sicking. 

His reply was a simple grunt before he made his way inside as she so sweetly instructed him. He could tell already what was coming, she would tell him that she supported what he did, that she wished this city was different, and all the other sweet words he had heard before he was taken to a bed, and used just for the bragging rights. Pathetic. At least this one was offering him a bath and some food, might as well get something out of it before being returned, smelling like her.

Raising his wrists to her “Can I have my hands, or are you going to wash me as well?” unlike her, there was nothing sweet about his tone. 

As much as the conversation with an angel had made that rage simmer, seeing the dragon at her door only reignited it. This was the man who had cost her everything she had worked so hard for. There was no doubt that she wasn’t the first master in the city who wanted to take a bite out of him. From the look on his face, he was getting used to the treatment of slaves. It was likely many master’s had tried to conquer him and enjoy his body. 

She didn’t want to conquer. She wanted to destroy. 

Esmeralda was still happy to play the act of a sweet mistress who could be understanding and take care of the big bad dragon. There were worse creatures in the world and one was standing right in front of him. “Can I trust you not to hurt me?” she asked in a soft voice, making her sound vulnerable. Hesitating for a few moments longer, she dragged on the moment to act like she was deciding when she already knew the answer. If he tried to attack her, she would rip his throat out with her teeth. “I’m sorry, of course I know you won’t try and hurt me. You’ll need your hands.

With the collar affixed around his throat, he was no threat to her. Even if he was an ancient dragon, Esme still thought she could have tore him apart, collar or not. In this city, she had the power though and he had put himself in this situation. Kneeling down before him, she took the keys that were given to her and unshackled him. The cuffs fell to the ground between them before she stood again. 

Standing back up, she tucked the keys away but held her hand out for him, letting Arr decide if he would accept it. “I’ll show you to the bathroom.”

[esmebheriya]

itsfallensamael​:

This was why he had liked the store owner from the first moment he saw her. It wasn’t just her clear love for books that they both shared, it was the way she could interpret you, and still give you the room to be, without probing or questioning. ‘Whatever it is’ the perfect words to encapsulate just the feeling. Even in their short interactions, he knew if he ever needed, she would be there, and in this city, ran by interests and people scheming, she was a refreshing sight. Even if he was starting to see that there was more to her than the sweet store owner and book lover.  

“I actually wound’t mind” it was something physical he could do, something he could actually take action right now, something that could take his mind of the mess back at home. “It would a welcome distraction. If you don’t mind.“ he knew it was selfish reasons that lead him to help her, but in the end, would it really matter. 

“Besides, I’m actually here for a reason.“ and that was why he found himself waking down to her store that morning “Looking around it feels stupid to ask, but maybe you would still have a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson book ‘Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde’?“ Samael would always prefer first editions, but at this point he would take anything she had, he wouldn’t be picky. The book wasn’t for him in any case, it was meant as a gift for Mercy, a tale about a man with an unpredictably dual nature, outwardly good, but sometimes shockingly evil maybe it would help him explain who he was to her.

“You can see it as your first sale of your new start.“

Esme was honestly relieved to have some help. And hopefully, it would stop her from tearing things apart in her rage. “I do not mind,” she promised. “I could certainly use the help.” In another life, she might not have admitted that but the entire day had been exhausting enough for the wolf to admit to needing help. 

“That’s an interesting choice,” she mused. One of her brows quirked with the question but she didn’t expect an answer. The book itself gave her insight into what Samael might be dealing with. The tale of the dual nature of man, the evil and the good coexisting in one body. There had to be a reason behind the choice of story though Esme didn’t probe. Samael seemed like the type of man who would speak when he wanted to. It was something the wolf understood because she kept her own secrets close to her chest.

“You’re in luck,” she said. “I have a first edition downstairs actually.” That was one thing fire, even a dragon’s fire couldn’t touch. The first edition books lived in a special air tight safe that would protect them. Despite how many books were lost, Esmeralda was grateful that she had protected the first editions and special books from the destruction. If Samael was going to help with the clean up, she could give him the book. 

Kicking aside some of the rubble, she signaled for him to follow her towards the back of the store. Leading him through the storage room and down stairs to the sealed off room. “I think you might enjoy this, now you can snoop through all of my first editions, if you like,” she said, pushing the door open for him. The books were carefully shelved with a mixture of classic literature and poems from all around the world.