Galadrielle Cumberbatch - His Shewolf
Ownership:
From January 10th 2016 till September 30th 2016
// Agreements
Almost ten months had passed, when things changed for this “perfect” claim as one of Janathan’s oldest friend had finally caught wind of his enslavement and come back to town. A deal was struck and a contract signed to ensure Janathan’s safety. Galadrielle would relinquish the ex-master into the care of his friend who would give Janathan more freedom than she could as a Mistress. But if it came to a point that Janathan was unsatisfied with this new arrangement, he would return with Galadrielle. And thus they parted ways.
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He snorts right back, going so far as to incredulously wag his forefinger. “No, darling. You just don’t need to tease if you won’t appreciate the effect it may, mmm, arouse.” At that he softly chuckles, breaking as a master crosses the road with his slave crawling on all fours on a leash. Only in Covaire. “Quiet enough for me. Less noise that the city, in any case. Dungeon type? Well, I wouldn’t rule it out.” With a sly smile, he glances sideways. “You can put plants into a dungeon, you know. Woodsy-fy the chains and whips.”
No Pain No Gain ||
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“Hrm, that’s debatable.”
“Now what? I’m not getting your dilemma. It’s done, so move on.” And don’t for one moment think he genuinely cares.
“That’s like half of my charm, y’know. Not being a nubile blank-gaze slave.”
“ I think that was really eating at me. The only person I found worth killing for was my brother Hector. Now…”
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“Implants.” It’s a lie. “.... I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.”
I’m trying to figure out exactly how you have an ass like that.
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“What makes you think that was sarcasm? I care very deeply for the well being of bloodsuckers.” The less well being they have, the better.
“I’ll take that sarcasm and return it in kind, Janathan. That collar looks a little tight on you, Bud…”
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“Indeed.” Fuck off, vampire.
“As are you I see, I take that to mean that Galadrielle is doing well?”
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He’ll have her again before they get on with their day. If they get on with it. After that wasted time in the Arena (though he’ll admit he’s pleased at having had the opportunity to make the slaughters of his choosing) he’d be more than happy to waste an equal amount in bed. Sharp incisors tug at her lips, slicing blood into their mouths and fuelling carnal urges. He pushes her onto her back, bringing clawed fingertips to rake into her hair, etching across her scalp.
With that, the ex-civilian topic falls dead. Truly he doesn’t care, she can do whatever she pleases and in return he has his freedom. Or as much freedom as one such as he can have. It is part of their agreement.
The question brings wryness to his lips, which cruelly curl against hers.
“I think it’s about time to mix pleasure with blood.”
My slave Master // Janathan & Galadrielle (close)
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Henry Cavill for Men’s Fitness, September 2016 Issue by Ben Watts.
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Henry Cavill at SDCC 2016.
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“Jesus Christ, you’re still alive? Why the fuck are these masters not killing you already.”
“And you too, how unfortunate you didn’t drown or get eaten by something.”
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“The Arena troubled you?”
“Alive yes, well…maybe.”
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.... and then he realises she’s a vampire.
“I’m sure that apology is entirely insincere, my dear.” She may as well have flipped a switch. He really does not like those blood drinking parasites.
“Oh! Sorry… I was… I was staring. Apologies to your master or mistress, my dear.” But really, she wasn’t sorry. She enjoyed gazing at something gorgeous and he was a sight for sore eyes.
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“Sex and suffering, of course. What else could I possibly want in here?”
“Hi, Janathan. What brings you to the Chateau?”
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Pulling the blade towards himself, one brow arches and he examines it’s length and structure, gliding his fingers over the unusual surface. Those creatures are unnatural, that much is certain.
“I think so,” he replies, looking up at the other male. His generosity is surprising, but then he remembers what he was told about this slave and how he was designed to please his superiors. “Unless you have something else that you’d like to give to me?”
“Gratitude for the information, Sir.” {Ethan looked down to his waist and then pulled one of his jaw blades forth, setting it on the ground and then sliding it across the floor with his foot to the other. His cinnamon gaze moved over the other… to see him in his purest this way did quite a bit for Ethan and he would allow the wolf to take him if he desired.}
“There, a trade for the information… do you believe that to be a fair trade?”
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“Keep on kicking, darling.”
“I’ve still got some kicks left in me.” She had managed to catch a glimpse of Janathan during the arena, and she avoided him like the plague.
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Oh dear, a damaged one. Well there were bound to be some. Those ones would fall apart eventually, their masters getting bored of them, not that he cares. “Hrm, you sound it.”
Alive– Yes. Well? Not so much. The girl nodded her head anyway. “Of c-course…”
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