CORAL FANG

ELIZABETH HUANG 35 years old werewolf / slave

[chanceblackwell]

Drinks

[wereliz]

chanceblackwell·:

Looking at her sweater he nodded grabbing a few napkins to hand over to her. “Here. People are so rude these days. Can’t even bother watching themselves.” He said while asking for a glass of water. “We will get you cleaned up.” When the water arrive he motioned for her to sit. “Use this to help. It’s no club soda, but it’ll do fine.” He chuckled lightly.

Taking the handful of napkins, she tried to dab the sweater, hoping it would soak up the liquid. “Thanks. They sure can be jerks sometimes but I think this one was accidental,” she replied. Grateful for the help, Elizabeth took a seat beside him. “Anything that helps is welcomed.” Liz quickly pulled the sweater over her head, leaving her in a plain tank top. “It might be easier if it’s not still on me,” she laughed, carefully dabbing the napkins in the water to try and clean it up.

[chanceblackwell]

Drinks

[wereliz]

chanceblackwell·:

Chance walked the streets taking in the fresh air of the new season. He loved autumn. The perfect time of year. He liked the colors and the rainy days. Entering a bar he sat down smiling to the bar tender. “Just a long island for now please.” Checking his watch he knew he had time to kill. It wasn’t like he was in a rush, but he hated being late. His watch matched his outfit perfectly. He was always keen on dressing in a fancy manner. He liked being crisp and clean. Always on par with the latest trends. And today was no different. Dress shoes, dark pants, a white shirt tucked in and simple navy jacket to complete the look. When the tender arrived with his drink he sipped it and looked out the window. The leaves had just started to fall. He would need to grab some photos before the snow. However he turned when he felt a presence behind him. “Hm? Did yu need something?”

The master who had purchased her for the day had grown bored and found someone more to their tastes at the bar, leaving Elizabeth with some free time before curfew hit at that chateau. She was easily tempted by the idea of finding her husband who was a civilian in the city, wanting to spend the time she had left with him. The werewolf wasn’t allowed much in the way of clothes. She had been gifted a warm sweater that she had become attached too. While she was pushing through the crowded bar, a rowdy patron bumped into another and she was quickly covered in beer, coating the front of her sweater in a splash. Making her way to the bar, she struggled to squeeze her way through with many people coming in for an drink. “Excuse me,” she murmured to the crowd, trying to grab a napkin. Someone she didn’t recognise turned on her and Elizabeth froze for a second, knowing he was likely a master. “Sorry, sir. I’m just trying to get to the napkins. Someone spilled some beer on me,” she explained, pointing to her sweater.

[wereliz]

whlpsandchains·:

“No worries, love. The effort is what counts.” His smile was bright as he put an arm around her shoulders. He was a physically affectionate man, and the action came as naturally to him as anything else. “Dumplings and tea, eh? Well, that’s easy enough to arrange. Any kind in particular?” Angus pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping away with one hand. “And a warm sweater… I could always have that brought to you another day. I like treating slaves that act well. I find it’s the best way to encourage the behaviour.” Maybe the phrasing was a little patronising, but Angus didn’t pick up on it. “You like being good? What a coincidence, I I think I’d like to see you being good too.” As the car pulled up to Azriel’s house, the house they shared, Angus quickly stepped out of the car, walking around to open Elizabeth’s door.

Elizabeth did her best to ease into the master’s easy affection. He seemed genuine, which always worried her, knowing it could be an act. She would just have to try harder to be well behaved to give him no reason to change his mood. “Oh, well, green tea and pork soup dumplings but I wouldn’t be fussy,” she promised. His kindness was strange considering Liz hadn’t given him anything to prove worthy of it yet. The way he spoke grated on her but, in a way, it gave her an idea of what to expect of him. “Thank you. Not many master’s are as kind as you. Especially before knowing my behaviour.” Not that she had any reason to challenge him. The way he spoke of behaviour and being good made her face feel hot. “I will be very good, I promise.” As they arrived, she stepped out of the car, looking up at the house. “Your home is lovely,” she murmured.

[wereliz]

vixlentdellghts‌:

Ezra chuckled, pressing his lips against her cheek, feeling like he was on much steadier ground than he had been on when he had first walked into the shop, thinking he had imagined her entirely. He couldn’t get over the fact that she was there and he could hold her—and they could maybe see this out to the other side of it working out.

He pulled his eyes away from her to glance around the narrow space. “I don’t think it’s all that silly. This place would make a lovely home to stay in from now on. Tons of space.” He turned back to her, grinning. “It already fits everything I want.”

The world had been turned upside down when Ezra had walked through that door. In no time, they fell into the same old habits with each other. For the first time in months, she felt hopeful for a future. They were running on limited time but Liz wanted to be selfish for as long as she could be and stay in Ezra’s arms. She affectionately ran her fingers through his hair, tidying up the mess she had made of it with a soft smile. 

Even though she was rolling her eyes at how corny he was, Elizabeth was still smiling. “We just need to figure out where to put the kitchen and I think we’re good to go. Shall we move in officially tomorrow?” she asked, chuckling softly at how silly it was.

[wereliz]

whlpsandchains·:

“C’mon Elizabeth, let me show you a good time.” He put a hand on her lower back, guiding her out of the Chateau. He had his car waiting, the driver keeping it idle. He hadn’t expected to be long down in the cells. “But don’t call me sir. My name’s Angus, and it’ll do.” He opened the door for her, a smile on his face. “Tell me, Elizabeth, what do you like? In general, in the bedroom, anything. Because if you’re good to me, as you already have been, I’ll be good to you.”

Elizabeth doubted that the master could show her a good time when she would prefer to be with her husband. She knew how to play the part though and smiled as he led her out of the Chateau. “Yes sir, sorry, Angus. It’s a force of habit,” she explained, smiling sheepishly as she took a seat inside his car. It was curious, most master’s didn’t even share their names with her. At least they hadn’t before. “I suppose, in general, I like dumplings and tea and warm sweaters,” she offered, easily able to list of things she missed. “For the bedroom, I like being good for someone.” Elizabeth looked down at her hands with the admission, as it made her face feel hot. 

[wereliz]

whlpsandchains·:

“Yes, you. You look like you could use a night out, what do you say?” As awful as he could be to slaves, unless he was given a reason he would reward good behaviour. He offered the woman his hand as the guard swung the door open. “I’ve had an awful day and could use company. What’s your name, love? I’d like something to call you, other than just you.”

“I would say thank you. A night out of my cell would be wonderful.” Liz would prefer staying inside but she wasn’t stupid enough to say that aloud. Stepping out of the cell, she gently took his hand and stopped before him. Elizabeth hadn’t encountered this master before and she didn’t know what he would want. For now, she would play the obedient slave but she had no reason to be coy. “I’d be happy to keep you company, sir. My name is Elizabeth,” she answered.

[wereliz]

vixlentdellghts‌:

Ezra tightened his hold on her as she fell over the edge, both to just keep her steady as she came down from her own climax and to just keep the feeling of her pressed so tightly against him as he found his own. It was overwhelming, the feeling of them finding that sort of bliss together again. He had been listless, and frankly a nearly abysmal person to be around as he moved through the city, and while they needed to be careful not to be too obvious, he could at least be a little hopeful, feel a little lighter even if he had to put on an act to ease out of his previous melancholy. 

He nuzzled his nose against the side of her head, softly pressing kisses along her jawline. “I’m here,” he whispered before lifting his head just enough to press his lips against hers, his breaths still heavy. “And you’re here. And we’re going to find a way to be together, and then we’re going to find a way to be happy, dammit.” He chuckled softly, still keeping a strong grip on her and making no moves to pull away.

Having Ezra so close felt overwhelming now as she clung to his frame, needing to stay close. Feeling him find his own release was like being home again and it was strange to know how much she had missed it, the way he sounded and the way he made her feel. Survival seemed much less important than it had only a few hours ago. He always had a way of making her lose common sense. Until now, she had just been going through the motions of living and now she had hope again.

Even when her legs felt weak, he held onto her and kept Liz feeling steady. Her eyes closed with each kiss until theirs were pressed together again. “I am here,” she repeated, sounding as ragged as he did. “As long as we find away to be together, we will be happy.” Elizabeth truly believed that was all it would take. The city could throw a thousand obstacles in their way but she would still only want to be with him. “Is it silly that I want to stay hidden in a changing room forever?” she asked, readjusting her grip on his shoulders.

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[wereliz]

vixlentdellghts‌:

Ezra would never say he preferred their relationship this way–all stolen moments and secrets from everyone but each other, but he would take it over the time he had spent without her. While he wasn’t a stranger to wallowing in his own misery, the difference in how he felt with just having her back for a few minutes felt like it was completely changing him. He felt just the slightest bit lighter knowing there was some chance, some sort of hope for them. 

His fingertips pressed harder down on her clit, pushing his pace as much as he could while still making sure he got the chance to send her over the edge first. “C’mon,” he practically growled in her ear. “Wanna–” he groaned. “Wanna feel you cum all over my cock again. I want to feel you fall apart and then I’m going to find you tomorrow and we’ll figure out how to get what we want out of this stupid city.”

Elizabeth would take what she could get. It wasn’t about freedom, her behaviour had always been about survival but only because there was nothing else to live for. Finding Ezra had lit something inside her, a need for something more than just surviving. Liz simply wanted her husband back and would take him in any way she could get. Their actions were of two desperate people who had been starved and were now taking everything they could get. The chance of a future was everything now.

She cried out against her hand, needing to clench her teeth together to silence the noises of pleasure. It was a mixture of his words and the way he worked over her body that pushed her closer to the edge she was teetering across. His length hit deep inside her, causing her toes to curl, her body arching roughly as she finally snapped. Elizabeth didn’t care how much noise she was making, unable to stop the mantra of his name spilling from her lips, her entire body continuing to shake through the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Ezra...” she said softly, almost whimpering.

[wereliz]

whlpsandchains·:

“That one.” He pointed into a cell, clicking for a guard to come and unlock it. He’d had a stressful day, and needed some company, company he could hopefully take some of his tension out on. He just wanted someone he could play with, someone he could fuck around with and make his toy, even if only for a night. He crooked a finger at the person inside the cell, without even really looking at them. “Are you going to play nice?”

Elizabeth had gotten good at laying low and not drawing unwanted attention for the most part. She was sitting curled up on her bed, absently braiding her hair when someone approached. There was no room left for argument when the master proclaimed what he wanted. Liz had been hoping that Ezra would come by and rent her again but she couldn’t refuse another master so she simply rose and moved to the cell door. “Me?” she asked, looking him over. This was one she hadn’t been with before so she didn’t know what he would be like. “Of course, sir. I always play nice.”

[wereliz]

vixlentdellghts·:

Tamsin couldn’t help but notice how the woman said the exact right thing every time. Even if she didn’t believe the words fully every time, right as they were, she had to respect that the woman was tuned in to the exact right way to get what she wanted. “We’ll discuss it after the shower, dear. I won’t short you on your reward. But keep up the good behavior and I could see many luxurious hot showers in your future. I do love to treat those who treat me well.” As the water rinsed away the soap she worked into the other’s skin, Tamsin’s lips started to move down a similar path to what her hands had taken.

Liz had watched other slaves behaviour and learned that the best thing to do was behave. It was better to bite her tongue than be punished. If the reward was a hot shower and decent meal, Elizabeth could swallow her pride. She wasn’t sure if the mistress believed her but while it was working, she was going to stick with it. “Yes, mistress. I do hope I can please you,” she said, knowing there was little she’d agree to for more hot showers and cleanliness. She believed the elder and knew if it was better to be on her good side. The rough hands were replaced by softer lips, making her sigh softly at the contrast of the touch. The hand on the mistress’s hip squeezed her gently, wondering if she was allowed to be touching her like this.

[wereliz]

vixlentdellghts‌:

His soul ached when he thought about all the iterations that her life had been forced through, some of which he had certainly contributed to, though he was always doing his best to turn around those changes for the better. They were well-practiced in these sort of stolen moments, though they didn’t quite have this same sort of desperation egging them on, and while he would be more than happy for them to have a chance to relax, he couldn’t deny the furtive tryst deepened the heat between them.

His teeth nipped and sunk down into her neck, his hot breath hitting her chin as he chuckled. “Oh, I definitely won’t.” His hand that was holding her up against the wall drew down her leg, his nails grazing her skin. “Definitely want a reminder of what it feels like for you to cum around my cock. Probably will make me more impatient to rent you for as long as I can manage, but I’m not sure if there’s too much of a problem in that.” He increased the strength of his thrusts, his fingers pressing harder against her clit in turn.

There relationship had been built on stolen moments. Secrecy was second nature for them now but never with each other. It was the one distinction that made the relationship work. Elizabeth had missed stealing kisses and their quiet moments. This was just another moment they would steal for themselves and she was desperate for it, for him to make her feel like she was something more than a slave. The desperation turned into his name on her lips as pleasure coursed through her. 

A groan caught in her throat, cut short by sharp teeth against her skin. Elizabeth cursed, dragging her nails over his chest as he continue to thrust into her. Each rock of their hips was causing her body to tighten, her legs trembling around his hips. “I want too, I will make sure you come searching for me tomorrow,” she promised. Elizabeth wanted to be the only thing on his mind for every minute of the day. The combination of his fingers and cock had Elizabeth arching from the wall, her body teetering along the edge. “Ezra, fuck! I can’t -” she gasped out, lifting her hand to cover her own mouth as she felt like she was going to snap.

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[wereliz]

vixlentdellghts·:

His arms snaked further around her, keeping her pressed close to him. A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pressed his lips into her hair. “Well, at least we’re not as miserable as we could be. And, while I’d be glad to just serve as your ticket out of the Chateau, I’m also very selfishly relieved that you also want to stick it out with me.”

Laughing softly, she rested her head against his shoulder. “You’ve always been more than just a ticket out.” Elizabeth had been saved by him from her previous life and now he was saving her again. The guards were likely to come check on them soon and she wasn’t sure if Ezra would get in trouble. “Should I go back to my cell?” she asked. As much as Elizabeth didn’t want to say goodbye, there was so much at risk for them both and until Ezra had claimed her. She wanted to ensure they weren’t under any scrutiny. 

[wereliz]

vixlentdellghts·:

He chuckled, gently running his hand through her hair. That was how it felt sometimes, like she owned him completely, had him completely under her control because he would absolutely do anything from her. But she was right, it was all an even exchange. It was just a matter of dancing around the others who thought they had any place to stake a claim. “Yeah?” he kept grinning, his hands slipping down to her hips to hold her against him. “There is the most to be made of the positions we’ve found ourselves in. And you know I’m yours. For absolutely everything.”

In her experience, things could always be worse. After everything else, and thinking that she had lost Ezra, having him back made the bad things seem not so bad. They would find a way to be together and that was all she could ask for. Part of her still enjoyed the idea of a secret romance, even if it was with her husband. “Absolutely. I think I like it then I should admit considering that smug grin,” she teased. Regardless of the circumstances they found them in, his touch could still make her shiver. As his fingers rested against her hips, she sighed happily, leaning against his chest. “You make me want to make the most of all positions we find ourselves in. I do know, for everything and always.”

[wereliz]

ivycooperx·:

Even with being here for as long as she had been, being in this cell never got any easier. Especially when there were others out there that got to walk around freely and take what they wanted from within the cells. Ivy was pressed back against the wall of the cell, as she held her knees up to her chest. She was hoping that maybe they would pass her by if they couldn’t really see her all that clearly.

It happened at almost the same time every day, the master’s would come in and inspect them like cattle, picking out the best looking slaves. Liz hated it and it took a lot of self control to look natural, trying to seem both unappealing and like she was behaving. From the corner of her eye, the werewolf noticed a girl curling up until the sounds of footsteps passed them by. “Are you okay?” she asked softly, hoping not to startle the girl.

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