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[?]LuddicPath: I believe there is male human terrorists in this world, as there will always be someone to fight against the anthros, always someone to follow the righteous path.
[=]Avip: I do think there are some stories like that, some with anthros helping the 'human terrorists'.
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[Point of View: Marcus]
Despite offering Carlie my full support, she opted to go to the doctor today with Edith instead of me. Carlie explained she wanted to confirm the pregnancy before 'dragging' me into fatherhood.
As much as I tried to argue, insisting I wanted to be part of the entire process, she held firm that I should wait.
So, like the dignified gentleman that I am, I granted Carlie the space she wanted...
Right now, however, I'm sulking on the couch like a heartbroken teenager, destroying an industrial-sized tub of dulce de leche Häagen-Dazs.
"The ice cream helps," I mutter to myself. "But I really wanted to be there with my baby-mama."
I slump deeper into the couch, the ice cream tub cradled between my legs. The sweet, creamy goodness does little to fill the gnawing void inside me. I can't help but dwell on the past, the life I led before this one.
I was a hero, with a harem of beautiful women. But there were no little champions running around, no tiny heroes to carry on my legacy after I was gone. Not that I was actively trying, like some desperate couple in their early forties. I just didn't have access to condoms or other contraceptives I used to. Pulling out isn't 100%, and I certainly got around.
"Suzi's birth control magic worked a little too well, perhaps... lasting for months without me knowing." I whisper as a creeping thought slithers into the back of my mind. "I don't have kids…" My eyes widen as I mutter the possibility. "Not that I know of."
I leap to my feet, suddenly worried that I might have left fatherless kids scattered across Galbraza. I go to the kitchen and shove the ice cream back into the freezer and start searching for something stronger to get the bad thoughts away.
"Stronger than beer," I complain, noticing the lack of liquor in the house. "That's my fault. The girls don't like drinking, and I usually prefer beer... but right now, I need something much strongrer."
I yank my phone from my pocket, ready to hunt down the nearest liquor store. But the screen lights up with notifications, unanswered messages blink into view. Maestra and Clarabella, both wanting to know when I can meet. I lean against the kitchen counter, scanning their texts.
Maestra:Don't forget that you owe me a date, my dearest Champion. When are you available to meet?
Clarabella:Hey Marcus, hoping to catch up soon. Let me know when you're free, cutie! ❤️
I rub my temples, the churning ice cream in my stomach not helping.
"The last thing I need is more complications with other women," I think out loud. "But... I'd bet both Maestra and Clarabella have access to the good stuff when it comes to alcohol."
I decide to talk to the anthro-cow. I bet Clarabella is less dramatic and complicated than the Maestra.
I quickly tap Clarabella's contact icon, and the phone rings only once before her melodious voice flows through the speaker.
{Marcus, what a delightful surprise!}
Her warmth seeps into me, and I find myself smiling despite the inner turmoil.
"Hey, Clarabella. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."
{No, not at all! I'm working in my kitchen right now, but I always have time for the Dragon Warrior. What's up?}
I pause, the words sticking in my throat.
"I'm not in a good place… mentally right now. I just needed someone to talk to and have a few drinks."
{Oh, Marcus.} Her voice drops the playful tone, replacing it with genuine concern. {I'm sorry you're feeling this way.}
I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
"I mean, it's just..." I pause for a second, unsure how to continue. "I thought maybe we could go out for a drink, you know? Grabbing a drink with a friend sounds way better than sitting here, wallowing in self-pity."
{I would love to, Marcus, but I'm right in the middle of testing some new dishes for the restaurant. Would you mind coming over instead?}
"Ha! Clarabella, I'm no lunatic. I never say no to home-cooked food from a gorgeous woman," I tease.
She laughs, a joyful sound that echoes through the phone.
{You're such a naughty boy, playing with my heart like that.}
"No lies here, just stating the facts," I chuckle. "But listen, I'm going to grab some liquor before heading over. Do you want anything specific?"
{Oh, Marcus, you shouldn't bother bringing anything. No guest of mine should ever bring a thing. My dear mother Sarabelle would turn in her grave if she knew I let gentleman like you bring something.} Clarabella's voice is a mix of feigned shock and warm humor.
"But I should-." I try to interject.
{No, no, no,} she cuts me off gently. {You just bring yourself an empty stomach. I'll handle the rest.}
"Thanks, Clarabella."
Let's not mention the ice cream tub I just ate.
{You're welcome, dear,} she states in a sing-song voice. {Just give me an hour to get everything ready.}
I hang up, a small smile playing on my lips. The warmth in Clarabella's voice lingers.
I glance down and realize the current state of my appearance.
My white shirt with 'Litter Maker' written on it is a mess, completely filthy, and entirely covered in streaks of dulce de leche ice cream.
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"Well, can't show up looking like this," I mutter, stripping off the shirt. "I need a shower and a change of clothes. Lucky for me, one hour is plenty of time for that."
[Point of View: Clarabella]
I clutch the phone to my chest, a joyful grin spreading across my face.
"O my goddess I can't believe it," I whisper overjoyed. "Marcus is coming here, to my humble home."
A giggle escapes my lips as I twirl, my skirt flaring around me.
"Oooh, Marcus, my dear Dragon Warrior." I sigh, his name on my lips a sweet caress. "I feared I lacked the means to capture your heart, that you would never see me as more than an acquaintance or a friend. But now... now you come to me of your own free will."
Feeling happy, almost bouncing on my feet, I open a cabinet filled with frosted brown flasks. My fingers dance over them. Each one a promise, a key to bind him to me forever.
"Maybe GBL or GHB would do it," I ponder in doubt. "Yet, I know my warrior, he is as stubborn as he is strong, and he might just fight through the haze, getting himself hurt." A warm, breathy sigh escapes me.
But the problem is also the taste. If some rumours are true, Marcus was capable of detecting sodium pentothal, which didn't even affect him.
"Oh, my darling Dragon Warrior, you are as wonderful as you are dangerous," I murmur, pressing a flask to my cheek. "I guess it makes sense that the most beautiful rose has the sharpest thorns."
A laugh bubbles up, low and dark from my chest.
"I'll scrape those thorns away, one by one." My voice drops, a velvet purr. "I'll arrange you just right, then I'll put you in a vase, make you safe close to me, where you belong. No more battles, no more blood, no more danger. Your only worry will be… me."
The thought makes my knees weak. I grip the edge of the sink, my reflection staring back, eyes wide, pupils blown with hunger.
"He's mine," I whisper in need. "He just doesn't know it yet."
Feeling hot I fan myself, cheeks flushed.
"Focus, Bella." I look back at my special cabinet. Fingers trace the labels of Rohypnol, and Ketamine. "These are my only odorless and tasteless ones."
A giggle escapes my throat, nervous and high-pitched, as I make my decision.
"Rohypnol is in pills, but he'll notice that, won't you, my love? You're too smart for that." I tap the Ketamine flask, my nail clinking against the glass. "But this... this you won't see coming."
I pull out the flask, cradling it like a precious treasure, the liquid seeming more like a sweet promise to me than a dangerous drug.
"Now I just need to arrange a few drinks and some meals laced with Ketamine," I mutter to myself. "Lucky for me, one hour is plenty of time for that."
[Point of View: Marcus]
I drop from the sky on the location Clarabella sent me on my phone.
Quickly I swap my Hellsteel armor for something more... date-appropriate. Dark pants, navy blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Effortless cool, or so the tag promised. I figured if I'm gonna be rushing to a date, I might as well look good doing it.
As I walk I take in the sight of what appears to be Clarabella's rural mansion far away from the city. It's a monster of a house, all modern edges and gleaming windows, tucked away outside of town. The grounds are sprawling, the kind of place that probably needs a small army to keep it looking this good. I can't help but wonder how she manages it all.
"There's a lot about Clarabella I don't know." I mutter, the uncertainty has me pausing, one foot on the stone path, the other still on the grass.
A nagging feeling tugs at my gut.
"This may be a bad idea… I barely know this woman, and I should probably wait for my baby-mama at home. I should leave, make up some excuse, apologize later." My hand reaches into my pocket, fingers brushing against my phone.
But before I can make my escape, the grand front door swings open. Clarabella stands there, her formidable frame filling the doorway dressed like-.
"Alcina Dimitrescu?!" I whisper, stunned.
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"Marcus!" Her voice carries across the lawn, warm and inviting. "Were you planning on running away from dear old me?" She asks in a teasing tone.
O fuck, too late to back out now. I plaster on a smile and make my way towards her.
"Hey, Clarabella." I offer a small wave, climbing the stone steps to meet her. She beams down at me, her eyes bright.
Clarabella scoops me up like I'm nothing, her arms wrapping around me.
"Put me down, Clarabella." I manage to get out, but she just chuckles again, tightening her hold.
"Shush, little man," she coos, pressing me against her cleavage.
"I can walk, you know," I grumble, but my words are muffled.
I try to resist at first, but my face is smashed against her bosom, her scent surrounding me. It's sweet, like red berries and fresh cream, with a kick of cinnamon that relaxes my mind.
Despite getting calmer, I can feel my blood rushing south, my body responding despite my brain's protests.
'Now that's a first,' I think in silence. 'Feeling calm and horny at the same time…. Is that the opposite of scaroused?'
Hugging me tightly, Clarabella ends up bumping her belly against my ragging bonner.
"Oh my!" She exclaims.
Clarabella's eyes widen, her grip on me loosening just enough for her to look down between us. I can't help but laugh, the sound nervous and awkward to my own ears.
"Sorry about that," I start, but she silences me with a finger to my lips.
"Huuum," she purrs, her voice a low rumble. "No apologies necessary."
Her eyes meet mine, and there's a hunger there that sends a shiver down my spine.
"It makes sense that the dragon warrior would be packing such a... 'great' surprise." Clarabella's voice drops to a low, throaty growl, rumbling through her chest and straight into my core. She drags her tongue across her lips, her gaze locked on mine, heavy with hunger. "I'm pleased to see those sweet words of yours are backed by something so big, and hard."
Usually, I'm not one for being manhandled, but when a towering, dommy mommy in that iconic white silk and wide-brimmed Alcina Dimitrescu's dress and hat decides to take charge? Burying my face into that suffocating, velvet cleavage, all my complaints vanish. She can use me as her personal stress toy all damn day.
"He-he." I giggle, wiggling against her, sinking deeper into her embrace.
Clarabella moans, almost mooing like a cow. But then, reluctantly, she sets me down, her hands lingering on my shoulders.
"As much as I'd love to continue this," she says, her voice husky, "we should eat first, before having dessert."
She steps back, her eyes roaming over me, hungry but restrained. I can't help but smirk happily at her plans.
Clarabella laughs, the sound rich and warm.
"Come inside," she says, turning and walking into the house. I follow, my eyes drawn to the sway of her hips, the rustle of her dress.
By some miracle I take my eyes off her amazing ass, taking in the house. All high ceilings and polished wood, most of the furniture, despite its rustic appearance, seems to be upholstered with something similar to leather and red velvet. But it's the smell that really hits me, rich, savory, mouthwatering home cooked meal made from scratch.
I inhale deeply, my stomach rumbling again.
GROWL!
"Oh my," Clarabella laughs, but doesn't stop walking. "You must be starving. Haven't you eaten anything in days?"
I laugh ashemade, a nervous, awkward sound.
"Yeah, something like that," I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck. I'm not about to admit I had stress-eaten a gallon of ice cream just an hour ago.
Clarabella guides me into a sprawling dining room, dominated by a massive wooden table laden with enough food to feed an army.
Or, well, just me.
She gestures to a seat at the head of the table, a playful smirk on her lips. "Sit, please."
I do, my eyes wide as I take in the feast that would make the norse pantheon proud. Clarabella disappears briefly, returning with a cart filled with even more dishes. My stomach growls again, much louder this time.
GRROOOWL!
The cow woman laughs it off like it's something cute.
"I took the liberty of preparing some of my best dishes together with the new ones," she says, beginning to unload the cart. "I know how much you enjoy meat, so I made sure to include plenty of that."
My eyes widen as she sets down dish after dish, steaks, roasts, racks of ribs, all glistening with juice and seasoned to perfection. There's even a whole turkey, the skin crispy and golden.
Among the familiar foods, there are some surprises like skewers of meat I don't recognize, some kind of pie filled with chunks of meat and vegetables, and a pot of stew that smells so good, I could cry.
"Clarabella," I start, my voice thick with emotion. "This is... incredible."
She beams at me, clearly pleased.
"I'm glad you think so," she says, taking her own seat next to me. "Now, eat. You need your strength for… later."
'This is the best.' I think, cutting a big chunk of steak. 'Nothing could ruin this for me.'
Happily I put the food in my mouth, but as soon as I start chewing I get a notification from my system.
[Poison Detected]
I stop chewing and turn slowly to Clarabella.
Her gentle warm eyes are now cold and calculated, her smile before motherly now looks wicked intense.
"What's the matter, dragon warrior?" She asks in a fake gentle tone. "Feeling light on the head."
[Poison Neutralized]
"Yeah…" I respond, faking dizziness.
[Analyzing Compound]
[Ketamine Hydrochloride Identified]
"What the fuck is that?" I whisper confused by the formula.
A iron grip clasp on my shoulder, Clarabella stares at me with insane intensity.
"Did you say something dear?" She asks, staring deep into my eyes.
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I think holding my poke face. 'It would be easy to escape this, but she could go after me for revenge. Worst of all this mad cow knows Edith and Carlie… I can't afford making more enemies with a baby in my future.'
A grim solution emerges in my mind.
'I could kill her?' I think in silence. 'But she is so hot, and her food tastes sooo good… gonna play ball for now.'
I let my body go limp, face-planting into the soup. The hot liquid splashes around me, the bowl clattering loudly as it tips over. I hold my breath, keeping my eyes closed tight.
Clarabella's laughter fills the room. I can feel her presence looming over me, her grip on my shoulder tightening.
"Oh, dear Marcus," she coos, her voice dripping with mock concern. "You are finally mine!"
I can hear the clink of glass, the slosh of liquid being poured.
"It would be such a waste letting you be with that dirty rat and savage tiger, they don't deserve you" she murmurs, her hand brushing against my cheek. I can feel her breath on my face, her lips barely brushing against mine. "But don't worry, my dear. I will treat you well in our love nest."
That doesn't sound so bad.
"In my dungeon."
Oh!
…
I should leave.
Buuuuuut…
I have the weirdest boner right now, and I'm kinda invested in this crazy yandere dommy mommy.
[#*#*# Chapter End #*#*#]
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Chapter 29 - I can fix her
Chapter 30 - Not like that!
Chapter 31 - Her way
Chapter 32 - My way
Chapter 33 - Breed Me
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