“Who did this?” - James
“It doesn’t matter.” The coyote muttered, turning away from prying eyes. She knew that the marks weren’t healing right, which meant the person she fought had been an alpha, but she shook her head sighing, playing dumb. “Some loser.”
✕ there is so much development to be made from people just… being together. there’s no need for a whole huge big plot for muses to make memories. just conversation and doing mundane things together is enough sometimes.
Potential TW warning
“Ah, a fighter. Too bad you’re in chains, love, and not in a position to bargain.” Musing yet at least one of them spoke up, the others seemed to know their place already. Devan took the girl’s hand, inspecting it to find out what the girl could have been. A servant? No her hands were too soft and smooth for that but they were slightly dry which would be a sign she did work in some way. Or she was obsessed with washing them with rough soap. “Let me guess.. chambermaid or lady in waiting perhaps? Bold, though I don’t think you spoke to your king with such a tongue. Unless he favoured you, you are pretty after all.” He took her by her chin again, more roughly this time, his thumb pressing against her lower lip. “But all that is past. And you need a lesson.”
Devan smirked, letting go of her with a slightly push before turning her around and then leaning against her back whilst staying near her ear. “See my merry men here are not tired. War is past but they are hungry. They’re wolves and they do like a feisty little rabbit, and as feisty as you are I don’t think you’d last the night.” He smirked as some of the men whistled or hit their cups against the tables. “So tell me, darling, do you feel like dancing with the wolves?”
She watched him fro a minute as he took her hand, seemingly looking it over, checking it for god only knew what. “Correct, handmaiden to the Queen. My King never laid a finger on me and I was not the one he favoured.” She told him honestly. Eyes on him so he knew she was conveying truth. Though the thought of these men thinking her King favoured her in such away made her feel sick to her stomach. In reality, it had been her mother who had been the favoured servant. Chocolate coloured eyes glanced along the other women as she heard a tell tale intake of breath indicating speech. “And are you the one to teach me this lesson?”
“Your majesty.” Malia rolled her eyes, as the other maid spoke, the blonde obviously trying to gain favour. “She is a bastard.” it was more vague than Malia expected, but the indication was still clear.
“Merry men is not an apt description.” the muttered to herself, her back arching a little as he leaned against it. His description of wolves on the other hand was correct and her eyes closed so she couldn’t have to look at their leering faces. “Forced submission, is not true submission.” she grumbled, eyes still squeezing tightly shut, so she wouldn’t have to watch the wolves glances. "And what is it you expect me to say to stop you from tossing me to the wolves? That I will be obedient? What do you expect from my obedience?” those any of his men that tried would end up on the floor hoping their jewels were still usable.
| open for females: captured royal, servant, prostitute, anyone really.
Everyone was merry and victorious as they celebrated the victory of a war. It had lasted fair two years, both sides suffered losses of course but the winner would soon cover them by the remains of the losing side. There was dancing, drinking, eating, singing, storytelling, everything possible that went well with ale. Some spoils of war was in nutrition, some in gold which would divided once the kingdoms losses were repaid, and some of the spoils were people.
No one would become slaves as long as Devan ruled, but unwanted positions could be possible. Some might have to become prostitutes, royals losing their wealth, maids relocated. But Devan believed in somewhat humane treatment even though he would not deny humiliation. Some royals had been already humiliated in the streets, but the prettiest, the surrendered, and most likeable were brought to the party as company. None to be touched of course, without Devan’s permissions. It was a privilege of the king to choose first.
There weren’t that many there, but certainly a beautiful sight as the men wooed and were getting hungry for something else. “All pretty aren’t they?!” The young king stood up from his throne and smirked as they were brought in to the middle of the hall. “Now.. Will I have your obedience and respect as subjects, or does your place have to be shown to you specifically?” He stared at the small amount of people intensely, one or two catching his eyes. “Or do you wish to defend your own blood? Or perhaps want to bargain for a fortunate position? Obedience means gain in your position.” His finger raised a chin of a young woman as he wanted to see her eyes looking
His words were taunts to the young woman’s ears. Mocking her as she stood. Even as he spoke, arms folded over her chest, eyes refusing to meet his. The war that had been waged between her King - her father - and this King’s people had been a pointless venture and one that had not went in her father’s favour. She had been a nobody in the royal household of the Kingdom now decimated. The bastard child of the King and his favourite handmaiden, and a now a handmaiden herself. Why she was brought here was a mystery. She wasn’t a princess, just the family secret.
He was right though, she was pretty - pretty mad. She just wanted to be out of here, away from prying eyes and lecherous glances.As the new King continued to speak, Malia’s eyes continued to look up. A small almost inaudible scoff on her lips as he asked about obedience and respect. Both were qualities the handmaiden felt could not be given, but had to be earned. She ignored him mostly until a finger beneath her chin had her eyes directed up to look in his, and for a moment, her expression was blank, eyes searching to make sense of what was happening after being caught off guard.
“I will not giving you my obedience.” She finally muttered, her chin raising up away from the finger propping it up. For better or worse, she had sworn loyalty to her father’s house. To give in so easily to the men who destroyed her home would be dishonourable, no matter what the consequences would be. The other woman who had been brought in were looking at her, hissing under the breaths for her to see sense and comply, but pride, and duty to the family refused to allow her too.
“It’s fine. I get it. The hostility between hunters and supernatural beings all have to do with past experience. I don’t come into a town and kill every being involved, my family and I prefer to solve the problems and pray that it doesn’t end it blood.”
Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, she nodded. “My pack doesn’t hurt anyone, we try protect the town. There’s this creeping tree stump that causes all kinds of problems.”
“It would be sort of an appropriate irony, wouldn’t it?” Matt asked as he cuddled her close to him, staying inside her the whole time. Fingers caressed her head, lacing into her hair as he pressed his lips to hers gently. “I know many of my hunter allies would think it so, especially after falling in love with the one I was supposed to hunt. It’s very Buffy and Angel, except gender-swapped,” chuckled Matt, hand running up and down her thigh and cupping her hip. “I wouldn’t mind being like you, no. I just don’t want to become something I can’t control? I like your spirit and your wildness and freedom. That’s first what made me capture you, ready to kill you in that Wolvesbane trap I had.” Then he remembered her weak and coughing, looking at him and from that moment on, he loved her. Matt’s fingers caressed her cheek. He’d realized that he was unable to hurt her, ever. “You were, in your naked and weak and submissive state, still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And I thought… they can’t be that bad. Look at this one… she’s purer than any human I’ve ever met.”
“Buffy and Angel?” The coyote looked at him confused for a second, more than a little sure it was a tv show or movie reference that had went straight over her head - maybe she needed to watch more tv? But from his words assumed it was a hunter and supernatural romance pairing. She hummed happily leaning into the girl, her hand cupping his jaw. “Your allies still don’t like me.” she muttered impishly, a faux pout on her lips. She didn’t know what his friends problems were, but they were happy, they worked, that was all that mattered. She cuddled back in against her mate. “I think you’d have great control, you already have that alpha personality, you know?” it wasn’t too big a stretch of the imagination. The first memory she had of him, was when she had came around after her capture, and he had told her about the plan to sell her. “So were you planning on selling me or killing me?” she asked curiously, it didn’t matter now anyways, but she was rather curious. But she liked the fact that he had found her beautiful, even when she was weak, but there was a gently snort on her lips when he suggested that she was pure. “I don’t think that’s true.”
Matt groaned, a deep shudder running through his body as he came hard inside Malia. His hands traveled over her gorgeous body and touched her, gripping her tits hard as he grunted and shot his load deep into her core. “Fuck… mmm…” he moaned, collapsing on his beloved and kissing her deeply. He wrapped her close to his body and held her for the longest time quietly. Fingers slid through her hair as he pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t,” he told her. “…I’ve actually been working on something that will neutralize the whole effect in my body… so if you scratch or bite me or whatever, it won’t cause me to change. It’s being worked on, but if it works, it’ll be a game changer for your kind.”
She nodded her head at his words, cuddling into him sleepily. In the past she would have gotten angry at someone suggesting that her kind had to change in anyway, but loving him had changed her perspective a little. He was human, he didn’t want to be like her, while being a coyote was not something that could be reversed, especially being born a coyote, something to stop others getting hurt couldn’t be a bad thing. “What if I do end up hurting you though? You’d hate being like me?” she sighed lightly, turning her face to bury against him. Don’t get her wrong, she enjoyed being a coyote, but she knew Matt would likely hate it, being something he’d hunted for so long. “What made you want me?” she asked curiously.
None of the names she said out loud meant anything to Scott, though the mention of his mom got a reaction. If there was anyone he probably needed the most, it would be his own mother, right? Not that he didn’t think Malia was being sincere, or that the other people mentioned didn’t mean something to him, but his mom? The easiest person for him to say yeah, he trusted.
Maybe it was more bone deep of a trust than Scott even realized in his amnesiac state, but that really didn’t even occur to him in that moment.
“Mom. And, uh. I don’t…remember the others, no. What were they to me?”
“Stiles is your best friend, has been forever. Really young form when you both has told me. Derek is the one who helped you after you were turned.” She took out her phone, quickly changing her screensaver away form a picture of them together and clicked onto a blank text for his mom. “Here your mom will be at work, but I think she has a break soon.”
She gave him a tight smile and turned away to give him privacy while he contacted his mom. Melissa was going to freak and the coyote ran a hand back through her hair.
“I wouldn’t bite to break skin, Malia,” he responds with a frown, thinking of what it’d actually be like to see her with bloodied marks, and god, it’s the last thing he ever wants. But if it was just an indentation in the skin? There’s no huge problem with that. Still, he doesn’t bite her, and ends up grabbing for some more popcorn. “Fine, I won’t bite you.”
“I’m not meaning breaking the skin, I mean like a hickie or something. Isn’t that how it works? Anything caused by an alpha doesn’t heal straight away?” Eyes rolled a little to herself. Lips jutting out almost unnoticeable when he said he wouldn’t bite her. “Tease.” she joked a little.
He could see the wildness in his girl’s face, her barely contained need to show off that savage size controlled only by her willpower. There were suppressants that he could use to not only restrict her abilities but also control her. Yet Paul did none of this - he loved Malia. He wanted her to be 100% her every time they were together, even if some thought it unnatural that he was fucking a coyote, Paul knew her soul and she was so much more than just a lycanthrope. He hammered away at her pussy, thick cock pulsing deep in her. “Ahh… fuck… mmm, AHH!” The sight of her needy and spread, big tits shaking and the look on Malia’s beautiful face sent him over the edge. Paul’s muscles tensed and suddenly he cried out her name. cumming hard deep in her core and continuing to fuck her. “Ahh, shit!” he panted, not stopping. “Fucking my cum into you!!!”
As the coyote came down from her high, her body relaxed, sinking against the bed, eyes glancing up at him with a soft smile as she hummed gently. “That was... fuck.” she huffed another contented moan, her eyes closing into a worn out content.Her hands moved, cupping his jaw lightly as she pulled him down into a tender kiss. She was his, heart and soul and she buried her face against the crook of his shoulder. She was scared that one day she would be too lost in her bliss that she would accidentally scratch him to deep, or bite him a little too far. “I’m scared I’ll end up hurting you.” she admitted to him in a barely a whisper.
So ugh, I’ve been gone for ages, sorry guys! Sort of took a hiatus to focus on me and curb growing anxiety I had from here at the time. That being said, while I will be sorta on and off here, I do want to write here again, so I will be extremely selective in posts, and will probably just be on to reply to those threads.
I have a couple of group rp’s 18+ that I’m part of at the moment, so if you want any details of those let me know, otherwise I will be working through my drafts tonight :)
“ And why’s that? ” he questioned with a furrow of his brows while he studies her. “ Winter is where things die. ” a small chuckle comes from him before he lets out a slow breath. “ Things like people coming together and people knowing one another. ” his smile lingers while he holds her eyes. “ You enjoy that sort of festivities, don’t you? ”
“Winter is when wolves and coyote starve.” She muttered before shrugging. “I’m an animal lover.” At his question, she rolls her shoulders in a shrug. “I don’t know if I do. My friends tell me I should.” but she’d only experienced around two since she had turned human again. She was still trying to get a feel of holidays at their various points.
I'm gonna get some drafts done tonight! Work had been crazy due to year end - I work in a bank so a lot of people trying to get all their budgets sorted for 2017!
Also in the last week Ihavw had an exam and failed it, had my staff night out, done a night sleeping out in subzero temperatures in Edinburgh to raise money for try homeless and had a Christmas dinner with the local branch of the Royal British Legion.
Hoping to actually get a minute to myself tonight! But haven't forgotten about everyone!
As her grandfather drew her in close, Malia’s face buried against his jacket. The last week had been the loneliest she had felt since she had turned back into a human and ended up in Eichen House. It was self inflicted to a point, where she had wanted sometime to herself to dwell on the situation that was Corrine, her mother.
But she hadn’t been able to find anyone. None of the pack were answering their phones, probably busy hunting something while she moped. She hadn’t seen Peter either. But James was a welcomed sight.
