#pet!remmick

He needs you.

Badly.

You've been gone all day, longer than you said you would, and already Remmick is starving for your presence. He's been trying so hard to be patient, but it was never his strong suit. Remmick hasn't been able to sleep through the day with you gone, resorting to watching the clock and checking it impulsively as the hours roll by.

He's sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. The one he isn't allowed on, but he can't help himself; it smells just like you. Remmick needs it, needs the shred of comfort it brings to be able to have you fill his mind. You didn't need to be so forgiving with him. Hell, Remmick knows you didn't even need to take him in, probably didn't really want to. If he thinks about it, he can still feel the bite of the cold metal cage from the shelter, just days before he was due to be put down. A light shudder runs through him at that. He'd been so ungrateful for it when you picked him. Remmick didn't stop to think about the irony of how you had to try to coax him over your threshold.

Usually, people adopting any of the 'beasts' from shelters were looking for muscle. He dreaded being made to fight for scraps again, but you only offered him a warmth he was scared to touch. Remmick didn't mean to react aggressively to it the first time you showed him; he just didn't trust that it came without a catch.

Cut to now, and it didn't feel right to be without you for so long. Too cold without your presence. Remmick was worried sick that something might have happened to you. Why else would you still not be home by almost sundown?

Remmick's fingers move to furl around his loose curls as he stares at the floor, teeth starting to grit as he tries to stop himself from breathing too quickly. He forces his eyes shut and lets himself slump into the sofa, pressing his nose to the small pillows to try and find your scent. It was something Remmick hadn't expected. He knows that his sense of smell was better than most, but to find such comfort in your scent to the point of him feeling a heat starting to rush through his body… that was certainly new for him.

With some frustration, Remmick rips himself away from the sofa to march upstairs, unable to take it anymore. He reaches your room, ignoring the rules to step inside. He wasn't allowed in here alone, but he needs to feel like you're with him. Remmick thinks about the consequences for all of two seconds before he gets onto your bed, crawling up to bury his head into the pillows. His nostrils flare, and he groans into the material at how your scent washes through him, a pang of arousal sitting heavy in his stomach.

Remmick spreads his thighs to sink his hips to the mattress, rolling his hips against it slowly and letting his mind get cloudy with thoughts of you. His owner. His master. A thought that Remmick despised months ago is now something he can't stop wanting more of. Yours. The thought of him belonging to you, someone who took such good care of him, kept him clean and fed after so long in a world of sharp edges.

It was driving him wild.

He remembers when he first got to your home; it was dark when you had collected him. The time was the first sign that clued Remmick into you actually knew how to look after him. That you might even want to. Not like a time long before, when he was forced to walk through pieces of the sun that made his skin blister. He had no idea at first why you had decided to pick him; as far as he was aware, there had been plenty of other 'beasts' to choose from, with at least two werewolves he had the displeasure of sharing a room with.

Something about hearing from a friend working at the shelter that he was going to be put down within a week, and you happened to take pity on him. Remmick would never admit how scared he felt when that collar and muzzle were forced onto him, but he wasn't allowed to leave without them.

When you had brought him home, things had started as awkwardly as could be expected. Even without the daily check-ins that grew to bi-weekly, then just every week and so on, until the three months were up and he no longer needed to be monitored by the shelter. Remmick hadn't expected food so soon from you; he was ravenous after only having rationed blood for so long. He won't forget the way you watched him, with awe and fascination, but not pity or disgust. Never disgust from you.

Luckily for both of you, Remmick had already been dosed with a steady supply of skullcap and lemon balm in his said blood rations. He wasn't strong enough to break free of the chain that initially tied him to the downstairs, and soon enough, you had trusted him enough to lengthen it, then remove it altogether.

It had taken a while for the trust to build, and a lot of training through the use of spraying some garlic water. You hadn't had the heart to use silver as recommended, but you knew it still hurt all the same. Though admittedly, Remmick knows that he deserved the brunt of it whenever he tried to snap at you for blood.

Other training on his part had been more subtle, and you had been extraordinarily patient with Remmick for it. He blushes at the memory of you using blood to coax him to eat from your hand.

You had expected him to swipe the entire blood bag from you, but to your astonishment, Remmick was still on his hands and knees, leaning over to sip at the straw. For the first time, he was eating from your hand, and with broken, little pants whenever he stopped for air, sounding like he was nervous to let go. Remmick's eyes slowly look up to find yours and you see his ears twitch while they pink up from the fresh blood. His fangs have already slipped out from the smell alone, and you spot the way his eyes are turning glassy enough that you become filled with the urge to pet him.

Before you realise your hand has already moved, you're stroking Remmick's hair in slow circles as he feeds. A shaky noise rattles out of his chest at your gentle touch, and his eyelids slip shut with the feeling. When you see that the bag is empty, you pull the straw away from Remmick's lips. You can only blink in amazement as he lets you continue to pet him, and you feel your own face kissed with warmth when Remmick begins to purr underneath you.

A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth at the sound, speaking gently down to him. "Put your fangs away, Remmick." There's a dazed sound that leaks out of him, but slowly, you watch as his fangs do indeed begin to retract. "There's a good boy."

Your eyes squint, watching the way the rosy colour spreads to Remmick's cheeks at that. "Oh?" Something exciting rushes through your veins at seeing the change in colour, and you don't think it's purely from the feed. "You want to be a good boy, Remmick?" His brows faintly knit together as he softly gasps, lost in the feeling of your hand in his hair and how gentle it is to care about anything else.

He's so distracted between your fingers and the blood that he lets himself nod, no room for lies as his jaw hangs open to let contented noises spill out. "…feels'good…" He doesn't note the way his words slur.

The rest is a blur for Remmick, but he's pretty sure he fell asleep on the chair that he was allowed on shortly afterwards.

In your room, Remmick can't stop grinding his cock against your bed, letting small moans pour out of him with every slow roll of them. The feeling of shame tries to make itself known, but he's too wrapped up to dismiss it. If anything, he wishes you would walk in to see how much he wants you. See how much he's been thinking of you all day, how he misses his owner. His fingers grip your pillow tightly as he focuses on you through the material. Then, when his hands slide underneath, they brush up against something silky that makes him slow down, but not stop.

Remmick fishes out the pyjama shirt and matching shorts that you have stored under your pillow. When he realises what they are, he shoves them into his face with a strained whimper. They smell so much like you, especially your shorts, that it makes his hard cock jerk against the sheets. He tries to picture what you might feel like around his cock, warm and tight, just for him. Letting him please you and doing such a good job of it. It's so dizzying for Remmick that his release hits him much quicker than he expected, and he whines at how good it feels to be enveloped in you as his clothed hips stutter against the mattress.

The familiar warmth of release floods the boxers you gave him, seeping through to make a wet patch in his pants. "Shit…" Remmick fights to catch his breath as he scrambles to get off your bed before it marks your sheets. Even though the idea of him marking it almost has him reconsider.

Remmick gets changed in time to hear your car pull up to the house. He freezes in place until he recognises the pitch of your vehicle, and races back downstairs to greet you home. His fingers clench into fists to keep calm as he listens to the rattle of your keys in the door. You don't notice him at first when you open the door, bags hanging on your elbows.

He doesn't say anything as he heads over to you and removes the bags. It's so quick that you flinch at first before you realise Remmick is helping you. "Well, hello. What's this about?" You say with a small chuckle at Remmick's actions.

He swallows down the lump in his throat as he pushes for an answer before you've even stepped fully inside. "Where were ya?" His frantic eyes are all over you as he looks for scratches, bites, any signs of injury, really.

You quirk a brow to him, brushing him aside so that you can close the door behind you. "I went to the pet store." It's said so casually despite the types of supplies you picked up. "Why, did you miss me?" A smile teases your lips as you enter the living room.

Remmick looks away with a shaky exhale, not wanting to admit that he did. "I was getting hungry." He doesn't put that much stock into the lie, and he doesn't wait to see if you bought it as he starts to rummage through the bags that you brought home.

With a quick objection, you take them back from him when you've got your shoes off. "That's not for you yet." Remmick blinks at that, only finding a fresh supply of blood and some bones in one of the bags.

"Yet?" The way his brows gather impatiently is almost as endearing to you as the way his head tilts enough to look inquisitive.

Remmick has warmed up to being taken in by you far quicker than you had expected, and your eyes drop to the worn collar he's had since you got him. The leather was tattered, but he hadn't let you near his neck to try to remove it previously. You wonder if the purchases you had made earlier would be too early to try, or if Remmick would be more willing than you thought.

"That's right. Although…" You fish out a bone that you had bought with Remmick in mind. He hadn't said anything, but you had noticed the way his fangs seemed to bother him lately. The way his tongue kept prodding them like they itched or ached in his mouth. You assume it's from being fed mostly with blood bags, instead of getting to use his teeth.

Unsure if he'll take it, you hold the bone out to him; it's only small, from a lamb, but it should do the trick. "Here. For your fangs." His eyes slip between your hands to your face, and his pulse quickens when he realises you've noticed the way his teeth have been irritating him. Remmick goes to take it, but you pull back sharply when it's a little too fast for your liking. "Nicely." His face softens and nods. You thought he would just move slower, but instead, Remmick leans down to take the bone from your palm with his teeth as he watches you.

The gasp you make is as gentle as his movement, and he pulls away to hold it himself as he starts to chew it. You bite your lower lip with thought as you set one bag aside, putting the other with his food away in the kitchen. When you return, Remmick is sitting on the arm of his chair. The sound of snaps and crunches into the marrow is instant. It's such a violent noise, but Remmick looks relaxed, soothed even with the relief on his fangs that you can see poking out.

While he's distracted, you approach Remmick with the new collar that you had purchased for him. It's a softer leather than the cheaper one he has on, a little thicker, and you hope it's more comfortable. Your fingers slowly trace up to pet his hair with one hand, enjoying the way he automatically leans into your touch without saying anything. It shouldn't do, but there's a faint heat that dusts over your cheeks at the sight of it. Your other hand fiddles with his old collar, and his eyes open to peer up at you.

Remmick slows his gnawing when he feels you touching the collar, tensing up a little but not stopping you. Just watching. You pause when you see a band of white around his neck, and a broken sound leaves you when you realise it's a scar. The kind that he would only get from prolonged use of silver. Your fingers are soft with him as they run over it, and his skin tenses under your touch. There's a small twist in your gut at the thought, but you focus your thoughts on how happy it makes you that you took Remmick in.

When he spies the new collar in your hand, a light shiver runs through him at the thought of it. You cared enough to buy him a new one; is that what you had tried to do previously when you had tried to remove it? A soft noise escapes him at the realisation, and he exposes his neck to let you switch them out.

When your hands run across his neck with the replacement, Remmick stops chewing on the bone to be fully present in the feeling. "Ya, got me a new one?" The new collar on his skin feels oddly comforting, something you had picked out especially for him. Something that would remind him of you every time he felt it.

"Mhm, better than that tatty one, don't you think?" He brings his fingers to it as he nods, sighing contentedly with the feel of the soft material. The tickle of your fingers rubbing the back of his neck makes his breathing unsteady, and he doesn't think to hide the way it has a heat prickle down his spine to his lower abdomen.

You grin a the way Remmick fidgets a little when you circle a certain spot, right where his neck meets his shoulder. "Is that nice, Rem?"

"Y-Yes." His answer is quick and choked. Quick enough that you peer down to see his cock beginning to twitch to life in his pants. You grin at that; you had never intended for anything to develop the way it had over the months with Remmick. Every few weeks, it would feel tense between you in a way that had the room feel small, less like a simple exchange of an owner and pet and more like something more elevated than that.

You dare to slip a hand over his thigh, making his breath catch in his throat at the contact. "And this?" A tiny whine leaves Remmick as he peers up to you, eyes needy like he's already been thinking of you to be so pliant.

Remmick gently rocks his hips up, wanting more of your touch and thrilled that you're crossing the barrier you've both skirted around for so long. "Yes. Want more-" His eyes are half-lidded as his stare falls to your lips, feeling bold enough to say it. "-Want ya to kiss me." He's heard of enough owners taking to their 'pets' to hope that you would be the same, that your fondness of him would stretch to something more than just caring for him.

You watch the way Remmick's eyes fill with want, and your heart flutters against your ribs at how soft he looks in the moment. "Put your fangs away, Rems." His brows furrow at first, thinking he's pushed things too far by asking. Until he slides them back in, and you surprise him by slowly pressing your lips to his.

Remmick's head gets fuzzy with the way your mouth moves against his, not meaning to moan so eagerly into you. Then the feeling of your palm sliding from his thigh to rub circles against his hardening cock has his hands come up to grip your arm for support. He breaks the kiss to stare up at you in awe as his hips slowly grind up against your hand. "Fuck-" Remmick's head slowly tips back while he keeps his eyes on you, and you watch as they flicker red for a second.

Your own eyes narrow when you swear he was wearing different clothes earlier, and you make a point of letting him know. "You were wearing different pants when I left." The way Remmick's eyes widen with recognition lets you know he's been up to something. He doesn't admit to anything, so you move your lips to lightly caress the shell of his ear. "What have you been up to?"

The question has Remmick's breath hitch, and his impulse is to lie. "Nothing." You're not happy with that, and he knows it, so you let go of Remmick altogether.

Instead, you reach into the bag in here to withdraw a thick chain that doubles as a leash. "Take off your clothes." He stares at you, and you recognise the apprehension in his expression; he'd been naked when you adopted him.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Remmick nods and carefully removes his vest and trousers, though he hesitates with the buttons. You walk over to him when he's left only in his boxers, seeing the hard outline of his cock straining against them. "These too." You toy with the waistband of them, earning an excited movement from his cock and a choked sound from his throat. You can only grin at the response and watch as he slides them off.

The sight makes your core clench around nothing at the size of him while he's hard. You hadn't expected Remmick to be so thick or have such prominent veins running up the length of him. You wet your lips as you give him a command. "Sit." Remmick doesn't need to be told twice. He slinks to his knees, hands resting on his thighs and his flushed cock fully on display for you, pressed firm against his stomach.

"Good boy, Remmick." A stuttered moan leaks out of his throat with the praise, and he doesn't stop you from attaching the leash to his new collar. He swallows against the leather when he hears the 'click' of the leash, and his panting gets heavier in anticipation. Deep down, he knows he shouldn't enjoy it. The feeling of being treated like some kind of dog, but when you look at him like that and give him such wonderful attention, something inside of him craves even more.

You casually walk away from Remmick, as much as the leash will allow. When it goes taut, you peer back at him. "Come on, then. This way." You pat your thighs to signal him to come over, though when he tries to stand up, you tug the leash sharply to stop him. "No~" Your voice is lilting in a cruel way. "Not like that, silly pup. Dogs can't walk on two legs, can they?"

A hard exhale is forced out of Remmick as he realises what you're doing, and his cock aches with it. He shakes his head 'no' to you and steadies himself. Then, he starts crawling over to you on his hands and knees, earning a pleased hum from you. "There we go. My pup's such a fast learner." You bend down to plant a kiss on his temple, and Remmick only smiles, happily lost in the adrenaline of something completely new to him.

You move again to pick up your bag before heading towards the stairs, watching Remmick as he follows shortly behind. When you get to the stairs, he looks unsure, but you're patient as you wait for him as he begins to climb them on all fours.

Remmick's eyes widen as you walk alongside him, realising with a little panic that he didn't fix your bed before he went to change. It's all he can think about when you walk him to your room, and he's unable to look at you even after you gasp at the sight of it. You've never hit Remmick, but he feels something spike in his chest while he waits for it anyway.

Instead, he feels the leash go tight again as you force him to look at you. "Have you been in my bed?"

"No." He can't help the bare-faced lie despite it being obvious, and his cheeks start to heat up with being caught out.

Your voice holds weight to it, warning Remmick as you walk him to the edge of your bed for you to perch yourself on it. "I won't have you lying to me, Remmick. Explain the mess."

Remmick stares off to the side, and eventually, the feeling of disappointing you is too overwhelming to keep it secret. "I-I didn't get in, just wanted to smell ya…" Remmick can feel his blush spread to his ears from having to explain himself. "'M'sorry- I just-"

Your brow raises, and you take Remmick's chin when he trails off. "Just what? Were you touching yourself in here?" You force him to look at you and his breath hitches a couple of times. The deep colour on his cheeks fills you with heat as he shakes his head in denial.

"Just… missed ya- More than that.. Wanted to be inside ya." He surprises himself by saying it out loud, but he doesn't look away from you either. It was bound to come out sooner or later.

After a moment of mulling it over, you let the leash slack a little as you make a 'tch' noise with some sympathy for him. "So you do miss me when I go. You weren't just hungry, were you?" You refer to his actions earlier, and Remmick just barely shakes his head with a silent admission.

"Is that why you're so worked up, honey?" Your foot gently brushes over his flushed cock, hard and a desperate red at the tip already. Remmick's eyes fall shut, unable to stop the broken moan that spills out of his throat. His hips flex against you, grinding up against you for a slither of the friction that he needs. You let him as you move your head to pet through his hair again, quickly finding a spot he seems to like the most.

Remmick keens for you, fingers flexing into his thighs and finally answers you. "I-I… I think about it a lot." He doesn't bother stopping the words. It seems so pointless when he feels so looked after by you. His owner. His master. A funny sort of possession begins to seep into him, wanting to be yours entirely. Needing to belong.

So your next words make his eyes widen, waiting for a trick or punchline.

You pull your foot away from him as you whisper down to him. "If you beg nicely enough, I might just let you."

He gasps and pulls back to look up at you, cock twitching despite the withdrawal, focused entirely on the half-promise. "Ya mean it?… I get to fuck ya?"

You let out a whisper of a laugh, loving the way his desperation makes slick gather between your thighs. Remmick's nostrils flare and you know he can smell it. His eyes flicker down to your lap and you watch the way his lips begin to glisten with the drool starting to run over. "Provided you let me put a muzzle on and… and maybe the new toy I got for you, I'll forgive you for breaking the rules." A confused noise leaves him, and you lean into the bag to pull it out. You pull out a new muzzle that looks sturdier than the previous one.

Then…

His brows furrow at the mass of black fur, until it registers in his mind that it's a tail, attached to what looks like a silicone plug. His mouth turns dry at the same time his mind goes blank. He doesn't know what to make of it, but his eyes go relaxed with it anyway, open to it from you. "Ya want me to- wear that..?" His lips are parted, unable to take his eyes off it, the idea doing nothing to calm the flush of his cheeks.

You hold it out, brushing the soft fur over his chest and watching him shiver in response. "Not if it's too much." You stroke down it, playing with the fibres as you smile at Remmick. "It would suit a dog who can't stop themselves from humping my bed, though. Don't you think?" You ask it with an innocent tone, assuming that if Remmick was telling half-truths and didn't technically touch himself, then it was the likely alternative.

From the way Remmick's lower jaw trembles, you know that you've guessed right.

"T..That's..I-" He can't help but stammer out, mind so filled with the weight of your words that there isn't any room for anything else. You were right, and some pathetic switch inside him turns on to agree with you. Your pet with no impulse control. "-Yes. Fuck, you want it in me?" Remmick leans forward to kiss your knee, the tether of control inside him waning as he leaves muffled words around his open-mouthed kisses. "Tryin' to embarrass me or somethin'?" Kiss. "I'll let ya-" Kiss. "Just-" Kiss. "-Wanna please ya.-" Kiss. "Yours." He inches up your thigh, drooling with his growing want to taste you. You part your thighs to let him get close to his goal, and you stifle your own moan when he's about halfway. Then, you push against his forehead to stop him completely, and he lets out a wet, needy sound.

You pat the space next to you for him to come up, and he manages to tear himself away from your thigh to climb up to kneel on the bed obediently. You hold his jaw as you plant a long, open-mouthed kiss against his lips, watching his eyes flutter shut at the feeling. You grin at how sweet he looks when he's like this, pulling away to sweep up the drool from his lips with your tongue. He groans at the feeling, and his pupils are a glassy red when they open.

With the plug held in one hand, you gently push his shoulder down to the mattress, feeling arousal course through you when he doesn't protest in the slightest. Remmick lies there with his head and chest against the covers, watching you as you lean over to grab a bottle of lube from your bedside drawer. You can hear his heavy breaths as you coat your fingers generously, and you settle behind him to smooth your hands over his ass.

"Still okay?" Remmick watches you intently while you ask, and he nods 'yes' into his crossed forearms, to which you only massage his skin. "Use your words, Rem."

He slowly lifts his chin from his arms to let out a shaky breath. "Yes, w..want my.." There's a short sob as he lets the words tumble out, and they feel so good to say out loud. "master to- take care of me."

You can see how flustered he is for saying it despite the way his cock is jerking in anticipation of your fingers. "My clever boy, using his words so well." A warm smile graces your lips, chest full of pride to know he trusts you enough to want to look after him. You had been right to listen to your gut from the time spent together. "I'll look after you, Rems." A warm smile graces your lips with the way his hips twitch against your hands, always so responsive to your praise.

Finally, you lightly trail your wet fingers down the cleft of his ass, and you can hear Remmick struggle to keep his breathing steady. Carefully, you circle his hole, gently dipping in and out of him, pushing further in each time. A breathy moan sounds from under you, and you see that Remmick's face is buried in the sheets. You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek as you work your way into him up to the knuckle.

When he feels used to the one finger, you ease in a second, repeating your actions to take your time with him. By the time it's joined the first, Remmick is a sobbing mess under you, and every brush against his walls and crook of your fingers pulls a low moan from him. When you spot Remmick's arm move to grip his cock, you set the toy aside to swat his hand away. "No, Remmick." He whines in response to being forced to let go, resorting to rolling his hips back against you instead. "No touching. You're still in trouble for what you did in here."

Remmick gives an understanding nod despite the noises he's making, his face burning with a delicious shame for his earlier actions. He'd gotten his wish. You slowly withdraw your fingers from him when he seems prepped enough, retrieving the toy to slide down his skin from his hole to his sack. "You're lucky I don't shove your nose into my clothes to remind you." His body visibly shivers when you say it to him, and your eyes drift to where you're teasing him with the end of the toy.

Remmick chokes on a groan at the wet feeling, shortly followed by your tongue pulling him to your lips to gently suck. His eyes shoot open at the sensation, and he whimpers against his forearms to try to stifle the sound. "Please, want more." He can feel the way his cock is already leaking against his stomach, and his hole clenches around nothing. Then, there's a smooth intrusion that pushes into him, slower and thicker than your fingers. His brows pinch up, enjoying the stretch much more than he would have expected, enough to let his mouth hang open to pant freely as you fill him with the silicone plug.

"Aw, now you look the part, Rems. You just need some ears." You tease him gently as you kiss his hip, stroking his trembling thigh while letting him sit up.

Almost immediately, Remmick moans at the way the plug knocks against the sensitive parts of his walls when he moves. His mind is foggy as he peers behind to 'his' tail, unable to process why it has arousal rushing to his cock with the level of embarrassment.

"How does it feel?" Your question is light as your hands skim across the plains of Remmick's stomach, feeling it tense under your touch for more.

"I-It's humiliatin'…but-" His fingers twitch in the sheets, desperately trying not to touch himself as he wets his lips. "-Oh gods, why… why's it feels s'good, sugar?" You haven't heard him use that nickname for a while, not since you first felt like something in your relationship shifted. He'd been too unsure to use it again for a long time, scared to push things in the wrong direction.

You thread your fingers into his hair to pet him a few times, voice comforting as you speak up. "My pup doesn't need to be embarrassed around me. Not if you're good." You can feel how soaked your underwear is from seeing how you've affected Remmick, how well he's taking everything.

There's a comfortable silence as he nods against your hand, until he finally asks so delicately, it's as if he's worried he'll say something wrong. "Can… Can I taste ya now?" Your core clenches at that, not expecting him to ask it. You bite your lip and withdraw your palm from him to stand up from the bed, careful not to drag him by the leash on your wrist. While you remove your shirt, bra, and jeans, Remmick's eyes glint and just when it looks like he's going to lie down, you stop him.

"Still want you to beg." You try to hide the grin that pulls at the corners of your mouth, and Remmick moves himself onto all fours, tail following him as he settles in front of you.

He moves his hands to you before fisting them into the sheets, looking as though he's unsure whether to touch you or not. Instead, he pleads with you in a way you weren't expecting. "S..Sugar, please let me. Smells so good, I can't take it." Remmick's hips rock slowly at nothing as his drooling gets worse, desperate for anything and only having the feeling of the toy to tease him. You can't help but notice it looks like he's wagging his tail without him even realising it. "-Wantcha t'sit on my face, use me until ya come all over it… As many times as ya need… I-" He tries to stop the drool but it just keeps going, face getting pained with his frustration of needing something. "-Please. Want ya to mark me as yers."

You can tell that your thong is soaked through even before he pleads up to you, but the way he begs to you like he'll die without it has your core feel molten. You nod to him, pulling the chain that you still have wrapped around your wrist to bring him up onto his knees so you can kiss him one last time before giving a gentle shove. Remmick has a dazed smile as he lies down, excited as you climb on top of him. He gasps as you let his hands roam over your thighs, trying to coax you to settle on his mouth before you've even taken your underwear off.

When he makes you hover over his face, Remmick leans up to lick a stripe through the fabric of your underwear, groaning into you at the taste of slick seeping through the fabric. You let out a moan at the feeling and feel him shiver underneath you. The heat curls in his stomach at the taste of you, finally able to gather you on his tongue to drink you down. To your surprise, Remmick pulls you flush against his face, not bothering to move the thong as he sucks as much slick through the thin fabric as he can. When he swallows greedily, your breathing grows heavier, and you can't help but grind over his nose to bump against your swollen clit. You feel Remmick's tongue slide under your underwear to push into you, and when you look down between your thighs, his red eyes are glazed over as they stare back up at you.

You almost don't feel one of his hands leave your thigh until he starts to groan against you. When you look behind to spot his fingers wrapped around his leaking cock, you grab him by the wrist to pin him above his head instead. You take his other hand to do the same, and the way he moans under you has your head spinning. "You wanted me to use your pretty face? Then take it, baby." He whines into your sopping cunt as he thrusts his tongue into you, taking every slow grind of your hips while frustrated at having his hand ripped away from his cock before getting to reach his climax.

He tries to ask you to touch him, but it comes out muffled, and you smile down at him, drunk on the feeling of your vision peppered with stars. "Don't talk with your mouth full, baby." A drawn-out sound is pulled from his throat as he watches you like you're the only good thing he's ever known in his life. You probably were. His brows draw up in pleasure from just the taste of you, of getting to be the one you lose yourself in.

The way Remmick licks up into your cunt has you squirm and clench around him while you use his nose. "Fuck, Rems I- I think I'm close." The delicious heat twists in your belly, feeling tight, and Remmick can only make excited 'mhm' noises when he feels it in the way you pulse around him. Your eyes flit up to his wrists that you have pinned, knowing that if Remmick truly wanted to, he could overpower you at any moment. The fact that he's so submissive as to let you fuck his face until you're pleased has your clit throbbing until you feel the tight heat inside you snap. You clench uncontrollably around Remmick's tongue as you roll your hips against him just enough to keep moving against his nose.

Remmick's fingers flex with excitement as you come around his tongue, the movement from your thrusts making the plug inside him bump against his walls, yet not enough to let him get closer to his peak, constantly kept just behind the edge of it. Muffled moans vibrate against your cunt, and Remmick's hands go slack under you while you ride out your orgasm on his mouth. Through half-lidded eyes, you watch as his nails begin to extend into claws. He hadn't let them slip for weeks around you, worried about what you would think. Right now, he can't think of anything but you making him yours.

The noise from both of you dies down until Remmick is all but purring up against your cunt while he laps you up the best that he can. You watch the way he stares, eager for more if you need it. The heat in you doesn't leave and you let your hips continue to buck against him. The movement gets a weak nod from Remmick, learning you need to go again and is more than eager to help, ignoring the ache beginning to start in his jaw.

"Oh god-" Your eyes slip shut as you focus on the feeling of him against your sensitive clit, and you momentarily let go of one of his wrists to slide your underwear as far out of the way as you can. You shift your hips so that his tongue can focus on your clit instead, and you hiss at the wet circles hungrily he licks into you. Forgetting to pin his wrist again, he moves his claws to wrap under your thigh, pulling you taut to his mouth and suckling at your bud with a whine. The sensation borders on too much, and it barely takes any time for you to topple over into your second orgasm, soaking Remmick's chin in the process as you cry out his name.

It's too sensitive to keep going, and your fingers find his hair to gently push him to stop. When you finally lift your hips from his mouth, nonsense is spilling from his lips alongside the mix of drool and slick that coats them. "s'good- taste so good- want more of ya." His brows pinch as he feels his fangs poke against his lips, unable to stop them from slipping out. "Need more."

A beat of danger passes when you spot his more aggressive features starting to come out to play. You still don't trust Remmick enough to have control over himself not to bite. So, with just enough sense left, you gingerly retrieve the muzzle from the bed, not wanting to spook him. It's a mix of metal and leather, not designed to stop him speaking, but purely to protect you from his fangs. "Gonna be good and wear this for me?" You slowly pull the chain so that he sits up to you, and you settle in his lap. There's a tiny growl when you knock your folds against his twitching cock, and he doesn't respond to your question as he watches where you're trying not to nudge against him.

His crimson pupils look completely blown out as you slip the muzzle over his face, and he watches your face as you secure the straps. As he pants through the metal of the cage, you can see his fangs are out in full behind his parted lips.

"Stay." You playfully order, and he listens as you line yourself up with him.

A strained moan leaks out of him as you finally sink onto the throbbing length of him. "-Oh Shit." He fights for air when you reach the bottom, taking all of him in with one go.

You see his hands clench into fists like he's trying his best to stay still for you. You keen at the wonderful way Remmick stretches you open, sitting there and feeling him jerking inside of you while he pants for more friction. "Pl-ease, stop teasin'-

"You feel so thick-" You manage to get out, then there's a half-roll of Remmick's hips that stops before he starts. You eye him as you stroke the sides of his hair. "Doing so well for me, Rems..." You nibble at your lower lip as your focus drifts to his fangs. "If you're really sorry, maybe you've earned a treat." You pull off of him, already missing the full feeling and needing it again.

Remmick lets out a choked, wet sound before the groan follows, realising what you're saying. His claws tighten in their balled-up state as you lift away from him to settle on all fours in front of him. "Be a good boy and fuck me until you come." Remmick lets out a whine as he scrambles to his knees, the knock of the toy inside him sending sparks behind his eyes. Even if he gets to be inside you now, he knows full well he won't last long any more.

It's your turn to be on all fours, and you feel the needy grip on the fat of your hips before the heavy weight of his cock pressing against your entrance; he's shaking above you like he's already going to spill over. Then, Remmick holds his breath as he pushes inside, steady and all the way until you meet the base of him, where he already feels himself threaten to swell.

You'd heard rumours about vampires being able to knot if they were worked up enough. From the way he pulses at the root, you're thrilled that it's true.

Remmick's hips flinch like he's trying not to move, not wanting to come without warning you. He sounds like a filthy mess between deep breaths of air. "M-My knot- Oh gods- If I come I'll-"

You find the 'if' redundant.

"Do it." It's only two words, but the power of them makes Remmick's cheeks flush as his eyes widen. The thin restraint he had snaps altogether as he does as he's told, fucking into you like something feral. You roll your hips back to meet every one of his thrusts with Remmick giving short, breathy grunts into your ear. The pleasure from you being wrapped so tightly around him and the toy knocking against his prostate with each thrust is all too overwhelming for him.

"F-Fuck- I'm…" He growls against you and you can feel his thighs trembling with how close he is.

Your eyes close as you focus on the feeling of his cock hitting your walls just right every time. A wanton moan punches out of you at the way the head of his cock brushes over you deeper each time, forcing your walls to clench around him as you feel heat daring to coil in your cunt for a third time at how well he fills you. "Show me you're mine, Rems."

"-Yers." His voice echoes, raspy and low through his fangs as he lays claim to you. "I'm yers. Fuckin' yers to own." You feel lightheaded at how possessive he sounds despite the words, keening in response to it and the way his hands grip you like he'll lose you if he doesn't. Remmick's hips snap up into yours desperately and then his hands pull you to sit up with your back flush to his chest. You feel his thrusts losing their pace until he shoves into you deep a final time with a drawn-out whimper.

You gasp at the sudden pressure you can feel where the two of you are joined, as Remmick's thick knot swells at the base of his cock, enough to lock you both in place. The stretch borders on too much and your walls clamp wildly around him, instinctively, as the full sensation forces you to come around him again as you tremble. You can feel Remmick's cock twitch in response inside you violently as he begins to spill into you with a high-pitched whimper. His panting is gruff as he rides through his own release, coating your insides with pulse after pulse of his spend until you feel a gentle swell of your lower stomach. Filled completely to the brim with him, impossibly so.

The cool press of his muzzle digs up against your neck. The noise of Remmick's fangs gnashing and grinding through his whines is loud, like he's trying his hardest not to bite you, despite wanting to. Clearly, the new muzzle was a good investment. You let him hold you like that while you both get your breath back, your hands rising to land on his claws. They hold you tightly, and you're gentle as you stroke his hands, slowly linking your fingers with his. You feel yourself flush when he brings one of your hands down to your stomach, pressing gently against where you can feel him fill you.

You both whine softly at that.

"Good boy." You feel another light shiver run through Remmick at the praise, and he slumps a little behind you to sit down. There's an uncomfortable pull that's not quite painful, just an obvious pressure as he moves you with him to sit in his lap, still connected inside. It's sweet, the way he tries to kiss your neck through the cage of his muzzle. One day, you might trust him enough not to need it.

"Can't move." Remmick isn't surprised when he grumbles in a tired tone; it sounds like he's just stating a fact for your benefit. He claws rub affectionately against your fingers, not wanting to let you go, no matter how long it takes for the swelling to subside.

"It's okay, we'll stay as long as it takes." You hear something akin to a pleased hum in response, then that gentle purring again that can only smile at in return.

Neither of you is sure how much time has passed by the time you notice that Remmick's knot has receded. Only when you feel something beginning to slide between the two of you, do you make a tiny noise of realisation. Remmick faintly groans when you slowly lift off of his softened cock to watch the way his cum drips out of you. His eyes glint with the sight and he's unable to stop himself from spreading it between your cunt.

A soft laugh leaves him at the thought of how lucky he is. "..'M so glad you got me.." It's quiet, but it's the first time that Remmick has said it. "..I'll be yers fer as long as ya wantin' me." It feels good saying it as you climb out of his lap, enough that he feels his ears turn pink again.

As you turn to face him, his words fill you with relief to hear. You move your hand to stroke a thumb over his temple, placing a kiss there as you tend to the muzzle. "Me too, Rems.. Promise it'll be for a long while, yet."

Remmick promised he wouldn’t feed on anyone that would bring unwanted attention. He’d promised, “No one important”. Anyone could have told him that killing the town’s mayor was a stupid idea.

There was being cocky and there’s Remmick’s brand of being cocky. This would be the last time he acts out of line, you’ll make sure of it.

You’d found a dog crate just for him. Large enough to fit him but not large enough to be comfortable. Putting him in a steel chastity cage you’d guessed rightly was just smaller than his size required because what’s a lesson without some pain? You’d considered a silver cage but you’re holding onto that as a last resort threat.

His hands were to remain at his side and if he strayed ever so slightly, he would find himself in a worse off state. It is punishment, after all.

As the extra torturecherry on top, you force him to watch you masturbate on the spanking bench. Legs spread open with your bare pussy in his direct line of sight, everything visible for him to see but he can’t touch. He can smell, however.

As every second passes by, he becomes more and more rabid. Whimpering in his cage, fiending to get to you. Smelling the air like a hound on the hunt for his prey, except this time he’s your prey.

He’s coming undone at the sight and smell of you as you coax yourself to orgasm. Seeing him like this irrevocably turns you on, he’s beneath you, thirsty and drooling a puddle at his palms.

Watching the way he ruts into air in agonising frustration. After all, he’s not allowed to touch himself, not unless you say so. You take note of his delicious pained expression, his furrowed brows beaded with small droplets of sweat. The cage must be hurting, good. Is he allowed to cum? You’ll wait and see if he’s earned it.

You tease him with coos and moans, describing how divine it feels, how warm you are, how obscene you sound. Pausing a moment so only the sounds of wetness squelching against your fingers and his ragged breaths fill the room. Calling your cunt his salvation, denying him it. He has to earn it. Cruel laughter leaving your lips as you watch the manmonster you’ve tamed unravel at your feet. Begging you to let him out, to give him a taste. Claiming he won’t fuck up again, but you don’t buy it.

You reach forward and hold your slick covered fingers just shy of reachable from his face. Remmick’s eyes darken with crimson and his fangs descend. You watch him take his true form in front of you. Claws scratching the base of the crate now.

Monstrous. Pathetic. Depraved.

You coo into his disheveled face, “Poor Remmick. You know the rules.” Holding your fingers up to your mouth, you wrap each one with your tongue ever slowly and sensually, cleaning them before him. He ceases to breathe so you exhale into his face with a devious smirk.

Something of a growl crossed with a moan escapes him and he starts panting. Panting like the feral beast he is. Distorted promises of being good escape his tortured lips.

You lean back, and relish his destruction before you. Your fingers resume its place at your core and you feel an eruption building within you. He smells it before you do.

Whining, he begs, “Please, I won’t do it again, please let me cum.” Watching him grind into the base of the crate, clawed fingers grasping wildly at the frame that separates you from him. Completely undone.

“Fine, cum.”

You command as you reach your own climax, spraying him with your nectar. Through half lidded eyes, you see him pushed to the very front of the crate. Looking positively crazed with his mouth open, tongue hanging out lapping up your intoxicating offering like the grotesque deviant he is.

Satisfied to see his cum spurting out through the cage that further confines him to you, and equally pleased that he kept his hands planted on the floor through it all. You watch him mewl softly with relief and slowly return to the man he was. Fangs retreating, but his mouth still hanging open. Your cum covering his face in a sheen with his tongue lolling out of his mouth dribbling a steady stream of drool.

Reduced to a mess you weren’t going to clean up. His final punishment.

You slap the front of the crate with your hand, snapping him to focus. “Be a good boy and clean your mess for me. Do it in whatever way pleases you. But do it properly.”

Instinctively, he drops and cleans the base of the crate with his tongue. Lapping up the concoction of your combined essences with a carnal motivation.

He watches you through the corner of his eyes as slide your panties back on. Not once straying from his order, till you lean towards the crate and open the door.

He pauses and you half expect him to launch out of the crate, disobeying you with the sole purpose to defy and claim stake to the prize between your thighs. But no, perhaps this time, Remmick found his place.

He waited for your next breath, your next task. Grabbing the cleaning supplies on the trolley to your right, placing it to the side of the crate, you say “Mmm, good boy. Take these and make sure everything is clean. Don’t disappoint me again.”

He simply nodded with reverent eyes, “I won’t, I promise.”