Becoming the Werewolf Warlord's Fuck-Pet (Patreon)

My housecarl was just showing me the 'tools' you brought with you. A silver sword, a crossbow with, again, silver tipped bolts, and what's this... wolfsbane imbued poisons? I can't accuse you of being ill-equipped. Still, your preparations were utterly pathetic. My pack would've torn you limb from limb if not for my interruption.

I'd imagine that means you owe me. After all, you'd be cold, stone, dead without me. As is, you are scratched up, bruised, worse for wear, but alive. You'll make it up to me in due time, pet. I've been looking for a new rut-slave, and you'd make a fine candidate.

The audio can be found HERE.

CW: While it's a little dubious, my attempted implication is that the listener explicitly sought the speaker's pack out wanting exactly this to happen, even though they start the audio as a prisoner. Also, the speaker is very possessive and objectifying by implication.

Also, SLOW BURN. Takes a while to get going this one, uses the word "wyrd" a lot.

Is everyone ready for some faux-scandi goodness?

But seriously, I'm genuinely quite curious how you'll all react to the performance in this one, cus I definitely went for something unorthodox. I wanted to give the character this heir of mystery and almost like... airy whimsy to him? Idk, I had the idea of this sort of magical feeling sorcerer lord to the performance that gives it a sort of aged wisdom, I feel.

I think in my head this is an older character who is, by the way, fucking huge. Like this guy towers over the listener in my head.

And for the transformed scene I tried to contrast that as much as possible by going as hard into just noises growls and grunts as possible.

I'm quite enamoured with the character work I did in this one, in other words lol. IDK, maybe it doesn't work and I just sound goofy.