Winter, rumor is you have a deal going with Marrow from the Ace Ops, any truth to that?
“It’s not as much a deal as an agreement. He keeps his mouth shut about what he saw, and..” “And you what?” The faunus operative asked as he gave the leash a tug “Aaand-” Winter tried to explain, being pulled off balance at the harsh treatment. “And I agree to spend an hour a day for the next month as his pet.”
Indeed Winter had agreed to reverse roles as it were, Marrow not only being in charge of Winter, but taking full advantage as he provided her with her clothing, a list of phrases to use, and instructions on how to act the entire time. First off was her clothing- or lack there of. A pair of fake cat ears sat atop Winter’s head, her neck surrounded by a pale blue collar of which two things were linked, one being the aforementioned leash, and the other a small bone shaped tag reading “Marrow’s Kitty”. A small plug with a white fluffy tail was currently filling Winter’s rear, of which Marrow had already added an additional touch of a number of red hand prints moments earlier. Fortunately Marrow hadn’t asked her to wear the one other item he had given her, that being a chastity belt which ironically housed a vibrator that he would normally have set to low for their meetings.
Another tug on the leash let Winter know what Marrow wanted. Without shoes it wasn’t like he was going to be taking her on any walks, but that didn’t mean he didn’t prefer the Specialist on her knees. With a slight hesitation Winter complied, lowering herself before following her instructions, [if ever Winter was to be on her knees around Marrow, then unless told otherwise should assume that her place is to be servicing Marrow’s length] as he had so eloquently written. After a moment of wrestling with his belt, and wondering why their uniforms seemed to make getting out of it so difficult, Winter was hit with two things. One, the musk of his length, he’d obviously been excited all day thinking of their meeting and was trying to corrupt her somehow. And two, more literally, as his shaft fell flat across her face, covering one eye and staining her lips with his taste. Licking her lips clean of the taste Winter began to let it stain her throat and tongue directly, as she quickly throated his length and got to work, immediately being rewarded with moans and phrases of encouragement.
“Yes, I am a good kitty. Indeed, your cock does taste nice. Oh yes, I am dripping up a small pudd- WHAT?” Winter thought, caught off guard before Marrow pulled her to the base and began to unload already down her throat. Well... perhaps she could continue, there was only 17 more days to go, and the taste of his cum was just such a convincing argument to defend against.