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🎁: For my muse to be given to yours as a sex slave
Anders knelt readily at the side of the bed, noticing immediately how it was empty. The man who bought him tied his leash to the bedpost and left him, and he knew he was to be a gift.But whoever was the lucky person to get him as a present wasn’t here yet.
Anders glanced around subtly, keeping his face down in case someone was still watching him. Perhaps he could escape this time. Surely he was gifted to another greasy pig of a noble only interested in the thrill of having a pet mage. Their interest always faded soon enough. He didn’t feel like waiting around for being discarded this time.Sadly though, he didn’t see a way to escape other than the door through which he came, and he’d have to traverse the entire mansion to leave that way.Fuck.
Fenris hated the south... Just as much as he hated the north... Slaves everywhere... Though mages in the south were slaves... Oh maker he hated it. One of his friends.. or so he thought, had told him he’d have a gift for him when he got home. Maker... If it was a slave he was going to... going to... Ugh! He didn’t even know.
As a wolf he opened the skylight to the stairway in the shadowed corner of his bedroom. Light filtered in and the massive white wolf descended the stairs. The skylight closed behind him. Looking over at his bed he spotted the male. A... very attractive male was knelt there. Emerald eyes watched the male for the moment he’d be noticed and waited once he was off the stairs. He sat in the shadows just watching.















