Love of the Supernatural

Part Three; My Favorite Pet

Fem! Reader x male predator

Senario: The reader has been captured and abducted for several years By a peculiar predator; for the first few months she wondered why he had not simply killed her, yet her purpose soon became clear. Eventually stockholm syndrome takes over.
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I shuddered, hearing heavy footfalls coming from the hall; he would be home soon, fresh from the hunt, and as always I'd be ready, waiting for him.

After a short period of clicks and hums, the door opened to reveal him, blue blood smeared on his mask, with a new wound on his arm to boast; a lateral gash across his forearm leaked crimson into the floor.

I bowed my head, as is tradition, as he beckons me to remove his helm.

I slip from the bed, approaching him with open hands, before reaching up to remove his sterling helmet; setting the heavy hunk of metal on the stand designated for such things.

With steady ease, I circle around him, running a hand along the strap holding his armor on.

His crystal blue eyes were lazer focused on my every move; mandibles twitching absently as his expression turned thoughtful.

Quickly, I unlatched the buckle, and undressed him further, setting the gun on its rack; before peeling the fabric away from his sinewy back.

I relished in the way his muscles reeled from just my touch; and I smoothed the armor down his back, pulling it down to his knees, as I came back to his front, to remove the heavy boots he wore.

Once he was completely disrobed, I grabbed a towel from a wash basin nearby and cleaned the clotted blood from his arm.

His pupils dilated accordingly, gently caressing my cheek with the back of his hand as I continued to clean his various cuts; a deep purr came from his chest.

With a smile, I place the reddened towel back in the basin; as I turn around, taloned hands catch me by the hips.

The same hands I once hated, I'd had learned to love. After all he kept me safe, fed and happier than I had ever been; He was more than just a captor to me. I admired him in ever sense of the word- he was a savior.

He wore a gentle coutance as our eyes met, caressing my cheek once more, before his hand dipped lower, running along the tendons of my neck; eliciting a whine from me, he looked somewhat pleased.

Yet this was far from over..

Leaning forward, I kissed the underneath of his jaw, a submissive signal; one that he could clearly understand, language barrier or none.

His hand on my hip tightened it's grasp, and before I knew it, he'd toppled us over, pinning me to the bed beneath him; my legs were open, and I contently wrapped them around his waist.

The skin of his body was rough, exciting; as those soulful eyes became dangerously clouded with a swrilling torrent of desire.

Pushing his hips against me, I felt him becoming harder by the second, as I couldn't help but mewl beneath him; I returned his motion, rolling my hips against his, before rubbing my hands up and down the bulge his impeccable biceps.

He began to purr, lowering himself to press his chest flush to mine, fluttering his sharpened mandibles over the soft flesh of my neck; the danger of being bitten flooded my senses with thick arousal.

A sharp inhale signaled his approval of the situation; as did the throbbing of his cock between us.

Grinding against me, his purring deepens as calloused hands come up to squeeze and fondle the swell of my breasts; drawing more lewd sounds from my lips.

"God- please don't tease me any longer-"

Tapping his side, I urgently rock my hips against him, whimpering and gently scratching at his back.

Face still buried in my neck, one of his hands reach down to line his dripping member up with my soaked core.

Slowly he sank into me, throbbing every inch of the way until he became hilted inside of my pulsing clutch. 

I moan, as he growls into my ear, stilling to allow me to adjust.

As he begins to move I clinged to his shoulders, rocking back and forth; pleasure bloomed in my navel, and I whined bucking up to meet the rhythm of his thrusts.

Growing faster, and rougher in pace, sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room; as did my moans accompanied by the growls of his enjoyment.

A clawed hand wrapped around my neck as he leaned up to look down at me; chest swelling with pride of owning his favorite pet.

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