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"Precious!" Scarlet cried, shocked and delighted. She gathered the werewolf boy into her arms and buried her face in his shaggy hair. Her hands roamed his body as she checked to make sure he still had all his limbs and fingers. "I thought Helena had done something awful to you. How did you escape? Are you alright? No new scars? Both kidneys functioning? Have you eaten? Bathed? Is he treating you well?"

Scarlet rolled him over and straddled his hips so she could carefully inspect his torso with a trail of kisses. She quickly shed the hand-me-down dress and bra.

"If you think mortal politics are bad, you should see the game we Estries play one another--Helena always has to make someone's world come to an end," Scarlet murmured. "Unfortunately, this time it had to be ours."

Her hands massaged the crest of his hips while she gnawed on his collar bones. One hand very gently passed over his binding tattoo, testing it.

"I just wanted to make sure that you were still mine," Scarlet purred as she pressed her hips into his hand. She stroked the side of his face, more grateful for him than anything else in her long undeath. "I'll make everything alright again, I promise. Just love me, Jericho. Make love to me," she commanded.

"Then prove it to me," she hissed in his ear. Her sharp nails tore away all his clothing and one hand stroked his engorged nethers. She thrust against him, urging him on. She pressed her breasts against his chest, her whole body seeking friction.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Johnson had tactfully left the room. So he wasn't a voyeur after all. Or at least, he wasn't an obvious voyeur. That he had orchestrated this lovely reunion hadn't been forgotten. Allowing slaves to commingle could mean a lot of different things--most of them bad. She'd think more on that after she was done with Jericho.

That was a relief. That meant Helena hadn't gotten her claws into him. Scarlet smiled encouragingly. Her hand joined his as together they gently eased him inside of her. Slowly....almost painfully slowly, she took him to the hilt. He was large and long and exquisite. Scarlet wanted to laugh with delight, but knew it was the wrong time and place--but he felt almost canine! She could feel a bulge at the base, like a knot, rubbing all the sensitive spots. She groaned with pleasure and couldn't keep from gently grinding her hips against his.

While they had petted and played in their past life together, she had always held back this last joy. Partially, it was because she knew the pleasure would be heightened by the wait, and partially because she'd felt responsible for letting him grow up into a man. She was the owner--it was her job to cultivate his character.

But now, they were near equals in servitude.

Scarlet smiled wickedly. There was so much about lovemaking she wanted to teach him; positions, angles, methods of foreplay...but for now, she wanted his first time to be ecstasy. She gently insisted on a steady rhythm as she exposed her neck to his wondering lips. She gnawed and sucked on his shoulder, leaving a dark red hickey.

Scarlet relished the feeling of being filled. It was always her favorite part. She stroked his face affectionately.

"I've missed you so much, precious," she cooed. If she could cry with joy, she probably would. The only problem was that now her master had made it obvious that he had leverage. If she didn't comply to his every whim, he could take Jericho away or harm him in horrible ways. Trying to get her mind off of those ugly possibilities, she traced the outline of Jericho's tattoo, never actually touching it but letting him know what her attention was on. "I'm so glad that after all of this ugliness I still have you."