Now I have a bellyache

WHAT AN EXPENSIVE FATE Lillian Gray, 52, Werewolf Mistress

[mistressxlillian]

samxarrowwood​:

Having learned about and lived alongside supernatural creatures his whole life, he knew how strong pack bonds could get and how strong they were naturally. Leaving his family surely was easy as he can no supernatural pull to them, nothing keeping him beholden to them. And wolves were social creatures, being alone was more difficult for them. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like for her to leave her pack and as badly as he’d wanted her to, he knew it would be useless to ask anymore. If she hadn’t already, she never would.

“No,” he admitted. “There’s a wolf there, but he’s probably off sulking somewhere.” Had he been in a better mood he would have laughed. Lovell was such a sourpuss. “I just…I still feel like I don’t even know where I am or even what this place is. And I feel like,” Sam trailed off as he headed out of the shop. “I feel like I only know part of you. I want to know more…”

Sam was wrong that Lillian didn’t want to. She was simply scared to. If she left them and stayed with Sam, even if they were never chased, Sam would eventually die and she’d be alone again. While wolves weren’t immortal, their lives were longer than that of a human. Could she sit there and watch him wither away and die while she remained youthful looking? Constantly moving from place to place so no one questioned them? What would she even do for work? Those were the thoughts that constantly raced through her mind.

“Ah...it must be hard for him,” she murmured softly. She was afraid to end up like the wolf slaves. There was no hiding that. “I mean, you don’t. And I’m not sure you really want to know this place. There’s a lot of darkness to it.” A lot of darkness that she tried to ignore. A look of surprise came over her face as he mentioned he wanted to know her better and she couldn’t help but smile. “I promise there’s not much more to me, but I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

[mistressxlillian]

samxarrowwood​:

“Your family.” Sam should have known. “Right.” Wasn’t it always about family? Wouldn’t it always be? It seemed that their families had always been in direct opposition of one another and always would be. If it wasn’t Kade’s family hunting down Lillian and her pack, it would be her pack hunting down him and his family. Wait. “You…claimed people here?” It seemed there was still a lot he didn’t know about her. “When?”

This was suddenly quite a bit of information to take in and a store in the mall was hardly the place to do it. It seemed wrong to be talking about all of this here. “Wait I–” Sam shook his head and pulled away from Lillian gently. “Come back to the beach house with me…I want to know more if you’ll tell me.” Though Sam wasn’t sure he’d have the stomach for it, he felt as though he deserved an explanation of all of this at the very least. And a history lesson about the island wouldn’t hurt either.

“It’s a hell of a thing, isn’t it? It’s almost worse for a wolf. There’s this innate feeling you need to be with them, even though your mind tells you otherwise,” she sighed. As a wolf, she did feel some loyalty to family and pack even if she hated everything they did. “It was...over a decade ago,” she explained. “It was nice to be less lonely, but...you never feel right owning people. Or at least I don’t feel right owning people. Others might have a different opinion.”

She watched as he seemed to struggle to process what she was saying. “I wasn’t with anyone else when I was with you.” Was that what he was thinking? She could at least put his mind at ease there. “Um, okay.” She’d have to come back for her dress another day. “Is it just you there?”

[mistressxlillian]

samxarrowwood​:

Trying to calm the blush that clung obnoxiously at his cheeks, Sam chewed on his lower lip. “I don’t know…” He responded quietly, his tone going soft as he remembered where they were. Sam was hoping Lillian would have known all this. After all, it wasn’t like he’d been here long. And he hadn’t exactly been given an orientation or a guide either. But it seemed that it wasn’t as easy as that which was unfortunate. 

Letting go of her arm entirely, Sam sighed. Maybe it was pointless to ask something like this of her. Apparently, her whole life revolved around this place, these people. He forgot he’d only known part of her while they were together. But what about his life? The life she’d taken from him so swiftly? The nails that gently ran across his back acted as a pleasant distraction from his thoughts. The hunter wasn’t entirely sure what to say now. There was little comfort he could provide for himself and he felt a little silly having such an outburst. It hadn’t really been the time or place. Unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, he pulled back to look at Lillian. “How long have you been here?”

“I mean, I’m not afraid of the city coming after me so much as I am my family,” she explained. She tried not to talk about them a lot. Her parents were not particularly kind people, but perhaps that was just what one had to do so they wouldn’t fall to rank of civilian or worse. “I also have only claimed a slave twice before in all my years here and that...was awhile ago.” It never felt quite right -- owning someone. While it got lonely, she felt that was just how it was supposed to be.

As he asked her about how long she’d lived on Corpus, she tilted her head to the side. “I was born here,” she replied. “My family has been here for generations as part of the pack.” A little frown came over her face. “That’s why it’s so scary to leave, to go against them, you know. They’re loyal to this place and they don’t take people being traitors lightly. I’m not supposed to get attached to the people I capture.” And usually she could distance herself because so many hunters were truly terrible people. That wasn’t the case with Sam though. “Apparently, once upon a time, hunters tried to take this island from the supernaturals living here.”

[mistressxlillian]

samxarrowwood​:

“Buy me, or whatever you…do here.” Sam blushed. He made himself feel rather silly thinking about it in these terms, but he’d have to to get his point across correctly. It’s what he was after all right, something to be bought? “If I’m your property, can’t you just… leave and take me with you?” His eyes scanned her face desperately, his grip tightening around her arm. Surely it could be as easy as that. Why would any master or mistress be forced to stay here with their property. 

Sam found himself relaxing a little when Lillian wrapped around him. Their history together made it difficult to pull away from her, even if she was the reason he was here. It was difficult to say that the time they spent together didn’t matter. Not to mention the full moon was coming. Sam always sympathized with wolves during it, knowing what effects it had on Lil. “Why can’t you? What’s keeping you here, Lil?”

She would have commented on how cute him blushing was if the situation wasn’t so sad. He was so incredibly charming, and so incredibly smitten. “Buy you...” Her eyebrows knit together. “I mean...I could, but what if they still come after me? Besides, I don’t like the idea of calling you property.” Saying that, she still wanted to claim him for herself, but the idea of referring to him as her property made something in her stomach churn.

She gently scratched at his back in a soothing manner. “What’s keeping me here? I...I’ve lived here my whole life. My pack is here, my family is here. I feel like it grounds me here, like I can’t leave,” she explained. “Lone wolves don’t get anywhere in life. Not only that, but I don’t know how to exist in the real world long term.” How did one adjust to the human world after living on Corpus? “And then I wonder what my family would do if I ran away from them. Maybe I’m scared. I wish I was braver. It’s not like I fit in.”

[mistressxlillian]

samxarrowwood​:

Sam thought about the master who tried to goad him into talking about his relationship with Lillian the night of the carnival. He wondered how many of the other masters would laugh if they knew she’d been in love with someone who was now a slave. What sort of things would they say about her? Did it make things tense between her and the others? He was a hunter after all and that meant he might have been considered less than human by some here, especially the masters.

Fuck new clothes, he wanted a new life. The hunter found himself suddenly pulling Lillian closer to him by her arm. “Then lets leave this place.” He said in a lowered tone. After all, if she bought him, couldn’t she do as she pleased even if that meant leaving this place with him? “We can go anywhere we want. Fuck these people, fuck your job.” If she loved him it should have been an easy choice. Sam had cut-ties with his family for her and kept her a secret from them to ensure her safety. Surely if she didn’t agree with the practices of her pack she could do the same regardless of how strong the ties were. “Please, Lil.”

It probably wasn’t the first time Lillian would be laughed at. She was soft, so she was seen as weak by many. For her though, there was a lot of strength in her ability to be kind in a world that wanted her to be cruel. It was what it was. She’d rarely got on with Masters and was something of an outcast -- or at least that’s how she felt. How much longer would it be until she could find the bravery to break away from her situation? It wasn’t like she had any talents. She hadn’t gone to any kind of college.

As she was tugged closer, a look of surprise came across her face. Despite the eyes on them, she tucked her face against him. “I thought of it when we were together. I thought of picking you up and going away with you, but it would have been even worse than me just letting you escape,” she whispered softly. “What would have happened if they wanted to kill you in front of me to make a point?” She wrapped her arms around his waste and inhaled his scent. “I don’t know what I would have done if they had killed you. I wish I could be strong like you and say ‘fuck everything’ and run. I wish I had let you go and had taken the punishment.” The emotions in her were always strong, but they were stronger now with the moon coming.

[nataliedormersource]

[uyesurana]

[mistressxlillian]

mirandajxnkins​:

There were some that done far worse with this sick joke of a carnival, she’d knew that. Well – she heard the horror stories and she wasn’t about to doubt anyone, nor would she ever willingly put her hand into whatever jar someone put in front of her. “– no ulterior motives?” She still doubted this woman – Lillian –, but she was in no real place to turn down a bath and some rest. 

“Miranda.” She offered her name in return, arms crossed over her chest as she contemplated what the downsides to this offer might be. There were none and a kind mistress wasn’t exactly unheard of. Taking a deep breath, the wolf exhaled and let her arms fall back to her sides, relaxing just a little. “I’d appreciate the bath, Lillian.”

“No ulterior motive,” she assured Miranda with a soft smile. She called over a guard to unlock the cell, standing back as she waited. The she-wolf seemed sweet and Lillian couldn’t help but think it was a shame that she was stuck in this place. On an island for supernatural creatures, it was still weird to her that they enslaved their own. Were they better than the hunters?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miranda.” She approached and held out her arm for Miranda to take it. “Do you prefer bubbles or bath bombs? I have all of them. They smell nice, and then we can do your hair...if you want, that is.”

[lady-vogue-deactivated20230306]

[mistressxlillian]

atownofmonsters​:

“ no one has been able to force me to do anything. “ he pointed out. most of the slaves in this city may be push overs, but he was not one of them. truthfully, calen would rather be out of this cell and if that meant sucking up to a woman, if only for a minute, consider him in. at the end of the day, he was more concerned about what he got out of it than anything else. if it gave him an out, why wouldn’t he take it? “ but if you don’t know shit about prizes, you’re clearly not paying any amount of attention. “ calen was constantly paying attention and maybe that was the problem. any change that was made – even if it was small – he picked up on it right away. the warden’s schedule. a new guard. slaves who took their free time at certain hours. just a small break in a routine always frustrated him because he had to learn everything all over again. 

“ what are you willing to give me? “ he asked, his interest clearly peaked. “ most people don’t fuck around with a hunter. “ most didn’t trust him, either. he had been here for a while and was constantly in solitary for trying to kill someone. if he could use something as a weapon, he would. 

“Well, good? As I said, I’m not interested in even attempting to force you into anything.” He was surprised that the other was suddenly seeming interested in going with her. Still, it wasn’t strange. She knew if she was in the cells, she’d be desperate to get out -- even if only for a day. “I only know that a few slaves gained freedom for a week, but I was not particularly fond of the carnival, so I’ve tried to avoid further association with it.” Her attention to detail was saved for her job, and she tried to relax when she was at home -- a privilege few could get on Corpus.

“I’m not afraid of hunters,” she admitted, though she didn’t go further into why. Her whole career revolved around seducing and catching them. “I’m willing to give you a bath and a nice place to sleep, so long as you aren’t going to try anything funny and simply accept the kind offer.” The last thing she wanted to do was have to get into a fight with a slave.

[mistressxlillian]

samxarrowwood​:

It was painfully obvious how awkward Lillian felt. What right did she have to be uncomfortable about any of this? Had she actually started to feel some guilt? But the sweet act Lillian continued to play was becoming rather obnoxious. Surely she couldn’t actually be this unassertive and meek living here, it had to be an act. Her job was kidnapping and enslaving people not to mention she’d taken the title of mistress. That kind of shit wasn’t for creatures who were faint of heart. 

“Right.” She wished he hadn’t hurt himself? As if he had a choice with most of the tasks? He’d be hurt regardless–maimed if he did them, punished if he didn’t. “At least it’s over now.” Sam said with a shrug. Thanks to Leo and Lillian he was alive and hadn’t had to deal with nearly as much pain as some others. “Being so against pain, I’m surprised you thought it was worth it.”

Lillian was not unassertive or meek, but she wasn’t aggressive without cause. Sam was not someone she felt the urge to be aggressive towards, nor did she want to be. She’d wronged him. And not only that, but she missed him and loved him. She didn’t expect him to understand the world she came from, and she didn’t expect forgiveness, so she’d distanced herself.

“Ripping out my tooth? It wouldn’t have been worth it for anyone but you. I know you hate me, and that’s fine, but I wasn’t lying when I said I love you.” What an awkward conversation to have in the middle of a clothing store. She could feel the eyes on her. Wanting to somehow change the subject to something less awkward, she offered him a smile. “Would you like some new clothes?”

[mistressxlillian]

I make a mess and you'll be there to help me undress I'll be unclean, I'll be obscene, you'll be the rest And if you leave me, rest assured it would kill me

[mistressxlillian]

witchymicah​:

Micah had always found it funny how stupid and brutish wolves became under the influence of the full moon. The mistress might have thrown him but at least she’d let him go like he had wanted. Even if it had been with near bone breaking force. After a moment, he rolled over to his back with a huff and tried to pinpoint what in his body could have been broken. “Fantastic.” Micah chuckled weakly and forced back the urge to send an overwhelming depressive wave of energy her way. “You’re really not my type anyway.”

Lillian should have been more at peace with herself -- at least enough to control the brutish side of the wolf, but her place in life made it difficult. She watched as he tried to regain his composure, with her arms firmly across her chest. “You’re not my type either. Witches are supposed to be in touch with wolves, or some dumb shit like that,” she grumbled. “But here you are. Antagonizing one before the full moon. I prefer my partners to have a little more brain.”

[mistressxlillian]

witchymicah​:

“Sounds like a yes.” When the young wolf took hold of his shirt, he lazily leaned toward her, his eyebrows arching. He always enjoyed poking wolves. After all, many were all bark and no bite. Micah looked down at the grip on his shirt and bit on his lower lip suggestively. His tone lowered to a near whisper and his gaze locked with hers. “If you’re trying to turn me on it’s working.”

The mistress’ nose wrinkled up in what could only be described as disgust before she made a point of flinging him towards a wall with ever amount of strength she could muster. “Don’t make me laugh,” she scoffed. “The fact you think you’re even worthy of thinking such a thing is laughable.”

[mistressxlillian]

witchymicah​:

“Oh,” Micah chirped with mocking sweetness. “Sounds like you bite too.” Clearly the mistress wasn’t enjoying their playful banter as much as he was. Oh well. “Aren’t we being a tad hypocritical, mistress?” The young witch leaned against the near wall and walked his fingers up along it, his eyes wandering. “Or does being nice to them make up for the fact that you’ve brought so many of them here?”

“I do. My default kindness doesn’t extend to anyone besides the slaves,” she stated. She approached him and reached out to grip at his shirt -- her eyes flashing dangerously. “I’d advise you to not talk on my job nor my life like you know what it is I’ve had to go through. As you say, I bite.”

[mistressxlillian]

atownofmonsters​:

this whole field trip thing seemed like a JOKE. why would they give him anything remotely even resembling such a thing? rewards and his name weren’t something that normally went into the same sentence and truthfully, he probably would have completed everything on the list if it hadn’t been for the blood loss he suffered. his tongue had been healed, but they had found it hilarious to allow him to keep the cuts he suffered on his hands from the broken glass. sadistc fucks, that’s what they were. 

his eyebrow arched at the blond woman. she was someone he hadn’t seen before. or, rather, maybe she was just someone he didn’t care to know existed. he laid back on his cot, feet crossed at the ankles. did he want out of here? wasn’t that the point of being rewarded? 

“ unless you’re here to escort me to my prize, you can fuck off. “

Lillian resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the blonde. It wasn’t the first time a slave would tell her that, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. She backed away from the cell and put her hands behind her back as she looked around. After the events of the carnival, did she really have the patience to deal with a slave like him? She certainly wasn’t going to force him to come with her.

“I’m afraid I don’t know about any prizes,” she huffed, “But if you rather be left alone, I won’t force you to go anywhere. There’s no enjoyment in that.”

[mistressxlillian]

witchymicah​:

Bored out of his mind after the events of the previous night, Micah found himself wandering around the cells looking for someone to help him around the shop. But, with the full moon near and the aftershocks of the event, none of the slaves seemed suitable for what he needed. Seeing the mistress look into one of the cells as Micah smirked. “Careful goldilocks, that one bites.”

Lillian stared over at the civillian, clearly not amused. “I can handle myself, thank you very much.” What was with the obnoxious nicknames? It was near the moon and she wasn’t against bashing someone’s face in. “I don’t worry about biting anyways, because I don’t treat them like trash like most of you.” It was rare that a slave lashed out at her -- at least ones she didn’t bring in.