\n\t\t\t\t\tluthiennightwolfShe asked me to write a little story for this scene, too, for which I was very flattered. So, enjoy! It's all just a game for them.
Fiachra put a bowl of fresh cherries on top of the dresser. They were the sweetest fruit, the kind he knew Maraschino liked best. The grocer still carried them even though Niamh hadn't bought any cherries in months, and they were quite expensive. But nothing was too much for an evening with Maraschino. They'd met a month ago, when the faerie-wolf had coming looking for his sister and they'd spent a pleasant evening in each other's company. She'd promised to return to him someday, and that morning he'd found his bed sprinkled with out-of-season cherry blossoms when he woke.
He took his best leather collar out of its hiding place in the top dresser drawer and attached a strong leash to it. When the trap was baited and he was ready, he blew out the candles and got into bed. He pulled the covers up to his chin the way he always did when he was sleeping, but he didn't shut his eyes. As clever as she was he didn't think that even Maraschino could see in the dark.
He didn't have to wait for very long. Half an hour after he'd gotten in bed a pale pink globe of light drifted in through the open door. Maraschino circled the room and paused for a moment at the foot of his bed. Fiachra didn't look right at her. That would spoil the game. But he knew when she went to the bowl of cherries. A brighter flash of light signaled her transformation into her usual faerie-wolf form and he heard Maraschino giggle softly, the sound of her voice only slightly muffled by the cherries she was stuffing in her mouth.
Fiachra snuck out of bed and crept up behind her. The floor of his bedroom was thickly carpeted and Maraschino didn't notice him until he'd slipped the collar around her neck. Startled, she spun around to face him and a single gesture from her made all of the candles in the room flare to life. But he'd already gotten the collar fastened and the leash that was clipped to it was wound tight around his hand.
“Good evening, Miss Wolf. Did you enjoy your little snack?” he said.
Maraschino smiled at him, then remember herself and managed to turn it into a sort of lopsided snarl. But she couldn't keep the amusement out of her voice or stop her tail from wagging.
“You're just like your sister. Much too clever for a rabbit,” she said.
“Everybody underestimates us,” he said.
“So I see. What's a poor wolf to do against such tricks?” she said.
He tugged lightly on her leash and she came to him. She was already naked and she was soft and warm against him. Her tongue was sweet when he kissed her and her natural scent of cherry blossoms mingled pleasantly with the cinnamon smell of the candles.
“All you can do is surrender to me,” he said.
Her snarl melted back into a grin and she nipped him playfully on the ear.
“Well dear, if I must. But now that you have me, what will you do with me?” she said.
“You stole from me. I think it's only fair you give me something in return. We can't let a thief go unpunished, can we?” he said.
She stood meekly in front of him while he explored her body, with only a faint gasp when his hand slipped between her legs. She was already wet and he pushed a finger slightly inside of her to watch her squirm. She bit his ear again and licked the tender skin near the tip which sent pleasant shivers all through him.
“And what do you do to the thieves who are caught?” she said.
“They get tied up and left to their victim's mercy,” he said.
He took a pair of leather cuffs from the top drawer of his dresser and she let him fasten them around her wrists. Then he led her over to the bed and pushed her down on all fours on the mattress. She opened her legs for him and he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Good girl,” he said.
He knelt behind her and kissed her on the insides of her thighs, moving slowly up each leg, licking and nibbling at her fur and soft flesh. He stopped just short of the main prize every time, until he could hear her panting and whimpering with anticipation and her excitement dripped on his cheek.
“Please,” she said.
“Please what?” he said.
“Don't tease. I need you,” she said.
He smiled and raised his head to run his tongue over her soft vaginal lips. She bucked and squealed under his attention and he continued to please her, savoring the taste of her as it filled his mouth. On any other night this might have been enough even for him. Everything about Maraschino, even her lightest touch, made him feel drunk with pleasure. He had promised her a proper punishment, though, and he meant to make good on his word.
When he judged she was ready, he rose to kneel on the bed behind her. Before Maraschino could have a chance to cool down he yanked back on her leash, pulling her firmly against him. She had just enough breath left to moan as he entered her and he felt her body open up as she surrendered to him. Just for now, he had her completely under his power.
He kept her under his control while they made love. He was firm but never cruel to her, and Maraschino responded eagerly to every tug on her leash and every touch on his hands on her body. She seemed to know everything he wanted from her as soon as he did and, from the way her wetness was soaking the fur of his legs, he knew that she was enjoying their game as much as he was.
Maraschino howled as they climaxed together and Fiachra joined her, his voice sounding pale and lost under hers. The leash slipped out of his hand, but Maraschino still pushed back against him as he filled her with his release.
Afterward, as they lay together in the rumpled sheets Fiachra brought a much larger bowl of cherries out of its hiding place behind this night table. Maraschino, still cuffed and collared, curled up against him and he fed her fruit, one at a time, with his own fingers.
“You do know how to show a girl a good time, don't you, dear? Is this how you treat all your lady friends?” said Maraschino.
“Only the most special ones,” said Fiachra.
“I see. And how many special ladies do you have in your life?” said Maraschino.
“Only you,” said Fiachra.
They kissed between one cherry and the next, and when he looked down into her eyes Fiachra saw the spark of mischief there and knew that Maraschino had gotten everything she wanted from him.
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