☪Even in the darkness, all I see are the stars☪

Briseis knew many things, and could be considered a smart, intelligent, and wise wolf. After all, her mother, or rather, the alter ego of her mother, had raised her and taught her all about herbology. She knew which plants could help pain go away, and which would inflict pain and suffering, either on contact or by ingestion. She knew which to grind up to cure a stomachache, which to use to fight off infection. She knew which had to be steeped in water and drank, and which could be eaten or merely applied topically. Brie knew which parts of each plant were poisonous versus helpful. She knew all of this, and more, yet she had never known tenderness. Even Henadin, her mother‘s alter ego, had never been tender with her. There had been affection, yes, and patience. But he had always had a firmness to the way he talked, gruffness as he tried to teach her and prepare her for the world and for his mission for her - to save her mother‘s breaking (or rather broken) mind. So much rode upon her shoulders, so much depended on upon her, and so she had only ever known the weight of it. And in terms of intimacy? She had only known roughness, the agony of fucking, or rather, of being fucked. After all, she was a slave, nothing more than a puppet for Draven to play with and torture as he saw fit. Even with Rogan, she had known pain, because she had asked for it at Draven‘s command. She had asked to essentially be taken roughly and raped by the one that her heart called for… And so she had ruined Rogan‘s innocence as well without having any choice in the matter at all. And now, it seemed, that should be stealing the innocence of yet another. That has not been her intention, but Lupin had hesitant kisses which he placed upon her in response to her own, and he stumbled upon her and around her, she understood. Even before he said anything, she understood. But what she could not understand was why there was no pain - they was only gentle caresses of his kisses, and of his tongue, especially focused on delicate places that had known only harshness. For the first time ever, pleasure was brought to her as he stood at her backend and tasted her delicate folds, his tongue lapping at them until they quivered and at last, came to a tremendous climax. She thought that she could not take anymore of it - the sweet boy in front of her nearly broke her heart more easily than anything Draven had ever done, simply by showing her an act of kindness. Simply by making love to her. But then he had to go one step further - he asked if it had been okay.

She bit her lip until he dismounted, and then as he was nuzzling against her, Brie broke down and wept. Heavy, deep, rocking sobs shook her shoulders. The sharp tears stung her eyes and she turned away from him, embarrassed. She was no stranger to crying, but often… No, always was it from pain, fear, loneliness. This time, it was something sweeter… She realized that she finally had felt some measurement of joy. It was such a foreign concept to her, being wanted, being cared for. But how could she explain that to him? How would he ever be able to understand that he had just given her a gift that she would never forget, that she would always cherish? Everything else had been so perfect up until this moment when she ruined it with her saltine drops, did she really want to ruin it with an explanation?

“I… I’m sorry. It’s not you. Well, it is you… just… Not in a bad way.”

She kept silent throughout everything despite his questions, but she owed it to him now to say something, anything, so that his first time, the loss of his virginity, was not marked by a memory in which he thought that he had done a poor job. And so she smiled sweetly and start nodding before turning back to look at him.

“My master… A vampire holds sway over me. And, and I have no power against what he says. He has raped me more than I can count, and was the first to ever violate me. Since then, sex has only ever been something painful, hurtful. It has not been a thing of pleasure nor joy nor comfort. And I have to thank you, I do, because you changed all of that. This is the first time that I’ve ever… That I have ever… Come to… Completion? I’ve never felt happy at the end of it… I am desperately sorry to ruin this by being a sop and crying, but I fear that this will be the only time that I will ever be this happy in a moment, in a single moment.”

Briseis tried to stop crying, but the tears kept rolling down her face, and, unable to do anything else, she collapsed against him in a heap, shivering against him, against the cold of winter, and against the thought that the next time she was taken, it might be by someone else… Or rather, buy something else.

Ω Briseis Ω Chained to Draven Ω Slave of Caidir Olc Ω Azura ΩTable Credit to Xathira