Guy stares at the ceiling, at the sluggishly rotating fan in the darkness. The room is crap, and small, the bed too small for him to. He glances down at the tiny, curled up form on his torso. He's big, real big. She's so small and warm. He has no idea how she manages to make herself so small, but she doesn't weigh a damn thing and she's curled up with her head tucked up under his chin.
	
	Sighing, he raises a paw and rests it gently on her back. It's wrong on so many levels. She reminds him so damn much of his little sister and then there she is, in a thin tank top and a pair of panties, curled up against his chest. There he is staring at her hungrily from time to time, trying to suppress his urges.
	
	But, he figures, his morals are about as loose as they can be. He's not going to complain about having a young woman in bed with him. Sure, she'd probably gut him like a fish if he said that to her face, but still. She's…

	Well, he's happy.

	Not something that's happened to him in a long time, that is.

	She's unpredictable. When she told him her birthday was coming up, and he managed to scratch together the stuff to make her a really crappy tasting cake, and she smiled. An honest smile with not a bit of blood thirsty killing intent to it.

	Then she kissed him.

	He just had no fucking idea how to react except to stiffen up and stare at her wide eyed, confused as hell by her reaction. She never ceases to surprise him, that's for sure. 
	
	Then she shifts on his chest, a sort of sudden twitch. He adjusts, looking down at her. Her face is set in a snarling mask of horrific fear and rage, like an animal backed into a corner.

	"Ah shit," he mutters, grabbing her with both paws. Quick as he can he rolls, straddling her and pressing a paw to her mouth as her eyes snap open. There's a muffled noise as she tries to scream with her muzzle clamped shut.

	He holds her down, using his bodyweight to pin her as she struggles so she can't hurt him or herself.  For a long moment she continues trying to scream, and struggles hard enough he has a hard time keeping hold on her.

	"Shh… Shh. It's done, it's over Z. Shhh," he says softly, pressing his head in beside hers to whisper in her ear. "It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare. It's all over and done. You're safe. I'm here. Calm down."
	
	Her eyes, he swears, flash red again for a moment and then she begins to calm, her struggles weakening. Finally, he moves his paw from her mouth and comes up eye to eye with her as she pants. She's drenched in a cold sweat, shaking all over.
	
	"You alright now, Z?"

	She takes a shuddering breath and nods, looking aside.

	"Yeah, G. Just… fucking… god damn it, that nightmare. I keep trying to purge it from my head and it keeps on coming back," she mutters quietly, staring at the covered window and wishing she could see the moon.

	"It's only been six months, Z. You need to give yourself time."

	She stares at him, peering into his deep brown eyes. There's concern in him and more, something like attachment that she just doesn't understand. She feels loyalty to him, but he is… above her, in her head. He treats her well, but that does not make her in any capacity his equal. The knight inside of her is a servant. He's come to understand the way she is, that if he ever gives her an order, she will follow it to the bitter end.
	
	
	A silence stretches on between them. She needs relief, stress relief. She needs him to help her.
	
   Then she reaches up, grips his ears and drags him down, pressing her lips to his. He is so surprised he lets it happen, even as she forces her tongue past his lips and presses it to his. For a long moment, the kiss is slow and gentle and then he withdraws.

	"What the hell are you doing?" he demands, looking aside. 

	"Don't pretend you don't want me, Guy. I mean, for fuck's sake, you're throbbing on my leg. My… lower leg. But still my leg. I need… I need you," she says quietly.

	He rolls off the bed and stalks to the wardrobe, throwing it open.

	"This is so fucking wrong, Z. I'm twenty three damn years older than you, I just… I fucking…"

	"You what? You can't?" she demands, climbing off the bed and tugging her tanktop over her head, tossing it on the floor. He runs both of his paws through his medium length sandy hair. She steps up behind him. "Come on, man. I'm an adult. I fucking masturbate literally IN the room. You've walked in on me! You SHOOT people! So do I! We're killers! What's with the moral high ground?"

	"But I'm supposed to… fuckin' protect you, Z!" he growls, rounding on her. His eyes widen as she stands there, one paw on her hip and the other hanging by her side, the curve of her breasts visible in the light coming through the cracks between the boards on the window. His eyes flick to the pale pink spots on her chest, then back to her eyes. 

	"We spend every waking moment together, g, and every sleeping one too. Can't you just give me this? I need this. Just… just fuck me already!" she nearly shouts. "Who the fuck are you, the man who teaches me how to god damn slaughter, to deny me what we both want? I see you. I see your eyes on me. I see that you want me, all the time."


	"But I can't just take you!"

	"God, I'm asking for it," she says, turning her back and reaching for a pack of cigarettes on the tiny table with the two small chairs by the bed. "You fucking pussy."
	
	If there's one thing Z has learned, it's how to push his buttons.

	"Don't call me that, Z. Not right now. I'm fucking warning you."

	She looks back over her shoulder, eyes seeming to flash red in the light. A cold smirk touches her lips.

	"Call you what, pussy?"

	A low, rumbling growl sounds and he jerks his boxers down, stepping out of them. She smirks to herself as he approaches and smacks the pack out of her hand onto the floor, sending white sticks scattering on the concrete. Quick as a flash he spins her around, lifts her off the floor and then slams her down on the bed. The mattress is on the concrete. It's not exactly soft.

	She pants, recovering the wind he knocked out of her as he hooks his claws under her panties and rips them free.

	And then he is on her, straddling, pressing the tip of his cock to the hot wetness between her legs. He's surprised by how aroused she already seems to be. 

	"Fine then, you little bitch, I'll fuck you," he growls in her ear. Her back arches and then her hips buck up, forcing the tip to start pushing inside.

	"About f-fucking time…" she gasps.

	Even as pissed off as he is, he works the thick shaft into her slowly. She's so tight it almost hurts. She shivers beneath him, head falling back onto their only pillow. 
	
	It occurs to him dully that he's not the first thing to enter her, but that he is the first male to take her. She's told him so before.

	His mind is already dominated by his intense urges. He hasn't admitted it to her, but they both damn well know he hasn't been with a woman in too long. They also both know the only reason he hasn't made a move on her is some twisted sense of chivalry. She's his, they know, but he doesn't want to accept that she wants to be his this way as well.

	He stops thinking as his partially formed knot presses against her slit and he pauses there, meeting her eyes. 

	"You going t-to be gentle on me? Cause… I've been… practicing for you…" she says softly, pausing several times to pant. He feels a sudden heat inside, and on his face, a sensation he is entirely unfamiliar with. A bit of a blush.

	"Do you want gentle…?"

	She glances aside. For the first time, he's seeing a hint of shyness. Some sort of touch of a young woman that's buried deep under terrible trauma. 

	"It's my… first time and I… Can you…" she trails off, shivering as he throbs hard inside of her. "… yes please."

	Slowly, he withdraws, and then gently presses back in. A quiet moan passes her lips. It's such a strange thing to see her vulnerable like this, even hazy with satisfaction he can't help but marvel at it. He sets a slow pace then, working into her each time and waiting for the soft noises she makes.
	
	Slowly, operating on instinct, he pushes faster and faster, but with immense willpower he manages to keep himself nice and calm, to prevent himself from going to the point of roughness or real speed. To help him focus, he leans down and presses his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues press to each other, flick over each other. The kiss lasts long as he slowly thrusts inward. He's once again impressed - he's not sure he's ever been with a woman this wet. Her dampness is soaking her thigh fur and likely the blanket below.

	Finally the kiss breaks so both can pant for breath, then she grabs his ears and pulls him down close.

	"I-I change my mind… I can feel you shaking with anger still… f-fucking take me the way you want to…" she gasps in his ear.

	"Are you - oh fuck, so tight - are you sure…?" he asks.

	Her grip on his ears tightens.

	"Please, for fuck's sake, s-stop being a pussy. I w-want you hard and vicious and I'm begging you f-for it…"

	He can tell she actually wants it because she tries to goad him into doing it with anger. In reality, all she can think about is his satisfaction and she knows him well enough to know he'll feel better after rage fucking her than he will just giving her a gentle lay.

	He doesn't say a word. All he does is draw back, powerful muscles moving somewhat visibly under his skin and fur. He withdraws himself all the way. He wants to give her what she wants, and she wants what he wants. Right now, those things are exactly the same so he grabs her hips and roughly flips her over.

	She lets out a little squeak of surprise and then forces herself to her knees, face pressed to the bed, paws gripping the sheets hard with her little claws digging in.

	He watches her move, her own muscle tone visibly working, and then presses his tip to her waiting slit and forces himself inside hard. She lets out a small cry of surprise, but the sound is mixed with a sudden and startled moan. His paws fall on her hips and grip tight and then he pulls free and slams in with all the force he can manage.

	"F-Fuck yes!" she cries.

	Spurred on by the sound, he draws back and slams in again and again, his pace now fast. He drags her back every time he forces forward, feeling his growing knot slam against her entrance hard. The air is filled with the scent of sex, the sounds of his hips slamming into her gorgeous ass.

	"H-Harder!" she whimpers.

	He's happy to oblige, letting out a low growl from deep in his throat. His thrusts now take on a bordering on vicious amount of force, his cock slamming into her so hard it hurts just a little and at a speed so blinding it's all she can do to stop herself from screaming with the incredible pleasure. He pants hard, one paw moving for just a moment to rise and then brutally slam down on her ass, his claws digging in just a little on impact. Her entire body trembles now. He turns his gaze to her face to see her eyes half rolled back and her mouth hanging open, little pink tongue visible limply hanging out as she pants against the pillow.

	Low growls sound from him in response to her loud whines and moans of pleasure as his pace becomes almost frantic, as he forces the now completely thickened knot against her slit more and more viciously. Her slickness is so much at this point his knot is easily coated in it and each thrust makes a wet sound, drops of the mixture of his own thick pre and her slickness hitting the blanket below.

	She lets out a sudden, shocked cry and every muscle in her body tenses up. Her inner walls contract and push at his cock as a violent orgasm slams down on her and as it does she starts pushing back hard against his inward intrusions, surprising strength forcing the knot part way in and then finally…
	
	It pops inside of her, his tip pressing brutally hard to her cervix. He hooks an arm under her, brings her partway off the bed and dips down, sinking his teeth into her shoulder to stop himself from roaring loud enough to shake the dust from the ceiling. Hot, thick cum pumps from his cock with each powerful throb, filling her tight slit in moments. With her firmly plugged by the knot and nowhere to go, the cum is forced into her womb, splattering inside and absolutely filling her. Her cries of pleasure gradually subside and her body goes limp. She remains upright only by the influence of his arm around her and the teeth holding tight to her skin.

	"G-God… Guy…" she whines, voice barely audible. 

	He can't respond. His jaw is locked on her shoulder, teeth gripping her as far down as her upper breast. For ten long minutes they remain in place, his knot locked inside of her, their bodies still save for panting and gasping and the occasional whimper and moan - and of course, her trembling. 

	Finally, he feels his knot shrinking. Soon after, he releases her shoulder and lays her forward on the bed. Slowly, very slowly, he pulls himself free of her shaking form and then turns her over. Her eyes are wide and hazy, her breathing labored. With her small frame, and lack of much bodyfat, her stomach has a light bulge, a faintly visible curve from the seed filling her.

	He remains over her, looking down, panting hard. Before he can so much as move she squirms, wiggles down, reaches up with her paws and gently grabs onto his cock. He shivers, looking down as she props herself up with one elbow, and starts licking at his shaft.
	
	"S-Son of a bitch," he gasps, closing his eyes and raising his head, taking shaking breaths. She licks him all over, from base to tip and even at the fur around it. "What… what are you doing…?"

	She licks his cock all over one more time, even as it begins to soften, and then squirms her way back up. Her eyes turn to the side when he looks down at her, and she shifts shyly.

	"… I didn't want… to let any of your…" she trails off, mumbling. He stares at her.

	"But… why…?"

	"… because I fucking love you, okay? I love you and you're my first and… fuckin' shut up alright?" she demands her last and glares at him, her vulnerability vanishing as the ice cold shell closes around her. "Please just kiss me, Guy. Please just fucking kiss me."

	His eyes widen for a moment.

	"God help me," he says softly, leaning down. "I love you too."

	Their lips meet and there's a soft moment shared. Even with her cold shell, her viciousness and bitterness, the kiss is gentle, tender, loving. 

	When the contact breaks, he rises and stands, looking at the window. The sun is starting to rise outside, slants of bright light pushing in through the cracks between the boards.

	"… when was the last time you came, G?"

	He glances back.

	"Uh… three, four weeks? I don't really uh… masturbate much," he says awkwardly, frowning. 

	"Thank fuck we're not genetically compatible without scientific intervention," she says, laughing a little. "Guy… you do feel the urge a lot right? Cause I mean… this is a lot of cum. Doesn't that get achey?"

	He turns to the wardrobe, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head.


	"Yeah, of course I do, and yes, it does get achey. Especially around you."


	She rises, striding across the room and grabbing his paw, turning him around. He looks down at her, sees her other paw gently resting on her full stomach. He can't help but smile.

	
	"When you do, and we have time and are safe… please use me to satisfy that urge, Guy."


	He frowns.


	"I… I won't use you, Zilkas. I… I won't…" he frowns deeper, trying to find the right words. "I want you to be satisfied as well."


	She smiles a little.


	"Guy, you know what I mean. I just want… the opportunity to see you happy like that as often as I can. That's what satisfies me," she answers quietly. "I'm… happy, Guy. Right now? I'm genuinely happy like I haven't been since you found me. All the torture, the training, the killing, it's fun… but it doesn’t make me happy the way being with you does."
	

	He takes a long moment to think, and then nods.


	"If it makes you feel that good, then… alright. I'll… we'll do it again. Often."

	
	She smiles and brushes past him to the wardrobe, grabs a pair of panties and a clean tank top. The guys know her well enough to know if they try to make a grab she'll break things in their paws they didn't even know existed. Suffice to say, she's a quick learner.


	He watches her grab a towel and wrap it around her waist after pulling the tank top on, leaving the panties in paw. She seldom wears a bra, she doesn't need to. She's not well endowed. Also from the wardrobe she draws a pair of beige shorts well fitted to her form, a beige jacket to match her tank top, and then a long, thin beige scarf.


	She saunters to the door and he realizes there's a different look to her body language. She seems… more confident, more… 


	She seems downright fucking bubbly. This is… He loses his train of thought as she looks back at him after opening the door.


	"Love you, mutt."


	"I uh… I love you too," he says, entirely uncomfortable with the words but pushing himself to say them for her.



	She wanders down the hall, half naked and completely unconcerned about it. The air is hot, almost agonizingly, but she's gotten used to it, adjusted, thinned her fur with some trimmers as much as she could without it looking terrible. 


	A couple of the other mercs hired by the faction they all serve stare as she walks into the shower room. They're eyes fall to her stomach, then rise to the vicious smirk on her face. Noses twitch. They can smell the sex on her. She ignores them, stripping down, a bit unaware of the cum dripping down her thigh. Then she turns the water on cool - not that there's really any other actual option for temperature.


	Guy marches in a few moments later and showers directly with her, but remains after she dries off and dresses, ordering her to go make sure her gear is prepped. Then he turns to the other men, canines, a tiger, and a heavily scarred bear.


	"You guys fuck with her about her and I… I'll damn well hurt you. Teasing, sure. But you try to make her feel bad for what we have, I'll fuck you right up, understand?" he growls. "I know how you fucks can be with women. And if you try to fuck her I swear to every impotent god there is out there, I'll torture you before I kill you."

	"When did you grow a soft spot, Guy?" the tiger rumbles.

	He frowns and looks to the exit.

	"About the same moment I wound up with her sleeping on my chest. Just leave her be alright? She's fucking mine," he says.

	They stare a moment, then nod.

	"Understood, sir," they say.