"She forced me to take a goddamn nap like I'm some kind of fucking child."
Valentino's voice bounced off the walls of Vox's office, each word dripping with indignation that made his accent thicker. His wings twitched behind him—irritated, restless movements that betrayed how much the enforced rest had pissed him off. He paced across the expensive carpet, his heels clicking with each agitated step, and smoke curled from between his teeth in angry spirals.
"I was on a roll, Voxxy. A fucking roll. Three new acquisitions, all of them shooting content, the copycat parasites about to get buried—and Velvet decides that's the perfect time to have me dragged to my penthouse like some drunk being thrown out of a bar."
Vox didn't look up from the tablet in his hands. His screen-face displayed showed no emotion, but the blue glow remained focused on whatever reports scrolled across the device. Electricity crackled between his fingers as he swiped through pages with mechanical precision.
The lack of reaction made Valentino's irritation spike higher. He stopped pacing and planted himself directly in front of Vox's desk, his four arms spreading wide in a gesture that demanded attention.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"I'm listening." Vox's voice carried that electronic undertone, distorted just enough to sound inhuman. His gaze still didn't lift from the tablet. "You're upset that Velvet made you sleep. Tragic."
"Upset?" Valentino's laugh came out sharp and humorless. "I'm fucking livid. Do you know how much work I could have accomplished in those hours? How many more scenes I could have directed? How much further ahead of the competition we could be right now?"
Vox finally looked up. His screen-face flickered slightly. "She only did it because you were starting to get crazy with no sleep and a bunch of coke." He set the tablet down on his desk with a decisive click. "And I didn't want to have to deal with you starting to shoot too many employees."
The words hit Valentino's chest like ice water. His mouth opened—ready to argue, ready to defend himself—but nothing came out. The memory of the last time he'd gone too long without sleep surfaced unbidden. The paranoia. The hair-trigger temper. The assistant who'd said something—what had it even been?—and Valentino's gun had been in his hand before conscious thought caught up.
Vox leaned back in his chair, his jointed limbs folding with that unnatural precision that always looked slightly wrong. "You shot three people last month, Val. Three. And that was after only four days without sleep." His screen flickered, displaying something that might have been a concern if Vox was capable of such things. "You were pushing seven this time."
Valentino's shoulders lifted in a sharp shrug, all four of them moving in dismissive sequence. "Who cares?" The words came out flat, hard-edged with irritation. "There are more important things at work here. Mostly me. My vision. My empire."
Vox's screen remained impassive, that permanent grin stretched across the pixels. His voice stayed level—electronic, distorted, completely unbothered. "You shot one of them because he brought you the wrong coffee order."
"And he deserved it," Valentino shot back, his voice rising. "The incompetent little shit couldn't follow basic instructions. If I wanted a caramel macchiato, I expect a fucking caramel macchiato, not whatever sugar-water bullshit he brought me."
"You put two bullets in his chest over a coffee order."
"It was the principle!" Valentino's hands clenched into fists, smoke pouring from his mouth in thick streams. "You don't work for VVV—you don't work for ME—and fuck up the simplest tasks. It sets a precedent. It shows weakness."
Vox's screen didn't change expression, but his fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair with mechanical precision. "It shows you're unstable when you don't sleep."
"I am NOT unstable." The words came out too loud, too sharp, and Valentino heard the edge of hysteria creeping into his voice even as he said them. He forced himself to take a breath, to pull back from the anger threatening to consume rational thought. "I'm driven. There's a difference."
"Sure there is." Vox's tone remained maddeningly flat, electronic and unbothered. "That's why Velvet had to have you carried out of your own studio."
Heat flooded Valentino's face. The humiliation of that moment—being hauled away by two terrified interns while Velvet stood there looking at him like he was a child having a tantrum—burned fresh in his chest. His wings flared wider, casting shadows across Vox's pristine office.
"I'm going to make her regret that," Valentino said, the words coming out low and dangerous. "Nobody treats me like that. Nobody makes me look weak in front of my own crew. I'm going to—"
"You're going to what?" Vox's voice cut through his building tirade with electronic sharpness. The screen-face leaned forward slightly, and something in his posture changed—became more focused, more threatening despite the permanent grin displayed across the pixels. "You're going to 'get her back'? Is that what you were about to say?"
Valentino's mouth snapped shut. The anger still burned in his chest, but something in Vox's tone made the words die in his throat.
"Because let me be very clear about something, Val." Vox's voice shifted—the electronic distortion deepening, taking on an edge that Valentino had only heard a handful of times in all their years working together. Static crackled through the syllables, making them sound almost alien. "The three of us are a team. VVV. That partnership is not something you threaten. Not with your ego. Not with your paranoia. Not with whatever vendetta you think you need to pursue because Velvet had the audacity to make sure you didn't kill anyone else."
The words hit Valentino's chest like physical blows. His wings folded back against his shoulders, and he felt his posture shift—becoming less aggressive, less confrontational. The anger still simmered beneath his skin, but Vox's tone had activated something deeper.
"I wasn't going to—" Valentino started, but the protest sounded weak even to his own ears.
"Yes, you were." Vox leaned back in his chair, the threatening edge fading from his voice but not disappearing entirely. "You were going to do something stupid to 'get back' at Velvet for having the common sense to put you to bed. And I'm telling you right now—that's not happening. We don't turn on each other. We don't undermine each other. That's the only rule that matters in this partnership, and you're not going to break it."
Valentino's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. Every instinct screamed at him to argue, to defend himself, to assert his dominance. But Vox was right. He knew Vox was right. The partnership was the foundation of everything they'd built. Without it, VVV crumbled, and his empire went down with it.
"Fine," Valentino bit out, the word tasting like ash on his tongue. "I won't touch Velvet."
"Good." Vox picked up his tablet again, his attention already shifting back to whatever reports he'd been reviewing. The threat dissolved as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only that electronic calm in its wake. "Now, if you're so angry about losing time to work, go find new talent. The grimoire's in your pocket. Use it."
The suggestion landed in Valentino's mind and immediately caught fire. New talent. More acquisitions. More content to bury the copycat fuckers with. His hands moved automatically to the inner pocket of his coat, fingers brushing against the warm leather of the grimoire. The book pulsed against his touch, eager and ready.
"You know what?" Valentino's grin stretched across his face, sharp and vicious. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."
He turned on his heel, his cape swirling behind him as he stalked toward the office door. The anger from moments ago hadn't disappeared—it had just found a new outlet. Something productive. Something that would expand his empire instead of threatening it.
"Val," Vox called after him, not looking up from his tablet.
Valentino paused with his hand on the door handle. "What?"
Vox lifted his whisky glass, pixels shifting into a smirk. "Pace yourself this time. No one can actually challenge our throne." The electronic distortion in his voice smoothed into something almost warm as he extended the drink in Valentino's direction. "Not any more at least."
Valentino's laugh echoed through the office as he pulled the door open. "No promises, amorcito."
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The portal tore reality open with that familiar shriek of tortured dimensions, and Valentino stepped through into late afternoon sunlight that made his eyes sting. He blinked hard against the brightness—Hell's perpetual twilight never prepared him for actual daylight—and took in his surroundings with quick, predatory assessment.
Trees. Lots of fucking trees. Some kind of forest path wound through dense foliage that rustled in a breeze he could feel against his face. The air tasted clean in a way that made his nose wrinkle—too much oxygen, not enough sulfur. Birds chirped somewhere overhead, and the whole scene screamed "peaceful nature walk" in a way that immediately set his teeth on edge.
But the grimoire had brought him here for a reason. Valentino's fingers tightened around the warm leather in his coat pocket as he scanned the area more carefully. The book whispered coordinates, promises, suggestions that tickled the back of his skull with certainty. There was talent here. He just had to find it.
Movement caught his attention—a flash of brown maybe thirty yards ahead where the path curved around a massive oak. Valentino's wings folded tight against his back as he moved forward, his heels silent on the dirt path despite their height. The cocaine from earlier had long since burned through his system, but the natural predatory focus that made him successful kicked in automatically.
He rounded the tree and stopped.
A girl knelt beside the path, her body angled away from him as she adjusted something in her hands. The sunlight filtering through the canopy caught on brown hair that fell past her shoulders in soft waves, and two long rabbit ears rose from her head—furred, expressive, currently tilted forward in concentration. She wore practical clothing in earth tones: a brown vest over a lighter shirt, dark pants tucked into boots. A camera hung from a strap around her neck, and she held it with careful, practiced movements as she framed a shot of wildflowers growing near the path's edge.
Valentino's grin stretched wider as he watched her work. She moved with unconscious grace—shifting her weight to get a better angle, her body language completely absorbed in capturing the perfect image.
Beautiful. Exotic. And completely unaware of his presence.
Perfect.
Valentino's lungs filled with air, and his body performed the familiar conversion automatically. The smoke curled from between his teeth—pink and sweet, moving with purpose rather than drifting aimlessly. He directed it forward with practiced precision, keeping his breathing steady and controlled. The tendrils snaked through the air between them, closing the distance while she remained focused on her camera's viewfinder.
The smoke reached her face and wrapped around it like silk. Valentino watched her body go rigid—shoulders locking, spine straightening in sudden alarm. Her head started to turn, those rabbit ears swiveling to track the source of the intrusion, but then the hypnotic properties hit her system and everything changed.
Her shoulders relaxed. The camera lowered slowly from her face, hanging forgotten from its strap. Those large brown eyes that had been sharp with focus went glassy and distant, staring at nothing in particular. Her lips parted slightly, and Valentino could see the exact moment her mind went blank—all that alertness and personality draining away to leave only docile compliance.
He approached her slowly, smoke continuing to pour from his mouth in steady streams that kept her wrapped in the hypnotic haze. Up close, he could catalog more details: the delicate bone structure of her face, the way freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks, the soft texture of fur on those expressive ears. She was small—maybe five-foot-four at most—with a slender build that suggested athleticism rather than fragility.
"Stand up," Valentino said, his voice low and commanding.
She rose to her feet immediately, the movement mechanical and obedient. The camera swung against her chest with the motion, and Valentino reached out to lift it over her head, removing the equipment and tossing it carelessly onto the path behind them. She didn't react, didn't protest, just stood there with that blank expression while smoke continued to curl around her face.
Valentino's hand moved to her chin, tilting her head up so he could study her features more carefully. Yes. She'd photograph beautifully once properly styled. Those rabbit ears would drive Hell's demons absolutely wild—the exotic factor combined with that innocent, girl-next-door aesthetic. He could already envision the shoots, the scenarios, the ways he'd position her body for maximum appeal.
His fingers released her chin and moved to grip her upper arm instead. "Walk."
She obeyed without hesitation, falling into step beside him as he turned back toward where the portal still hung open in the air—a swirling vortex of purple and pink that looked completely out of place in the peaceful forest setting. Valentino guided her forward, his grip firm but not bruising, and she moved with that same mechanical compliance that made directing her effortless.
They were halfway to the portal when something fell from her pocket and hit the dirt path with a soft thud.
Valentino paused, glancing down. A wallet—brown leather, worn at the edges, the kind of practical accessory that matched her whole aesthetic. His hand released her arm, and he bent to retrieve it while she stood motionless beside him, still trapped in the hypnotic haze.
The wallet flipped open in his hands. Some kind of student ID card sat in the clear plastic sleeve on the inside, and Valentino's eyes scanned the information displayed there with casual interest. Photo of her face—alert and smiling, completely different from her current blank expression. Name printed in bold letters beneath the image.
Velvet Scarlatina.
Valentino's entire body went still. His eyes fixed on the name, and something shifted in his chest. A slow, vicious satisfaction began to spread through him like poison in water.
The universe had a sense of humor. Or maybe the grimoire did. Either way, Valentino felt his grin stretch wider until his golden fang caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.
Perfect. This was absolutely perfect.
He snapped the wallet shut and shoved it into his coat pocket, then grabbed the rabbit girl's arm again. "Change of plans, cariño," he said, his voice taking on an edge of dark amusement. "You're getting the VIP treatment."
She didn't respond, didn't react, just stood there with that blank expression while smoke continued to curl around her face. Valentino's grip tightened as he pulled her toward the portal, his mind already racing ahead to all the possibilities this presents.
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The studio lights blazed down on the forest set—artificial trees arranged in careful clusters, real dirt trucked in and spread across the floor, a massive red pickup truck positioned at the center of it all. Valentino settled into his director's chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he surveyed the scene with satisfaction. The set designers had outdone themselves this time. Everything looked authentic enough to fool most viewers, and the ones who noticed wouldn't care as long as the content was delivered.
His gaze shifted to the male talent positioned near the driver's side—some demon he'd used before, reliable if uninspired. The costume department had put him in worn jeans, boots, and a hunting vest over a plain t-shirt to make him look human. A prop rifle leaned against the truck bed within easy reach. The demon looked nervous.
"You," Valentino called out, snapping his fingers to get the demon's attention. "Hunter boy. You remember what we discussed?"
The demon nodded quickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Yes, sir. I remember everything."
"Good." Valentino pulled his cigarette holder from his coat and brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply. Smoke curled from his mouth as he exhaled, adding to the haze already keeping the rabbit girl docile. "Because if you fuck this up, I'm replacing you with someone who can follow simple instructions. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Valentino. I understand completely."
"Excellent." Valentino waved one hand in a broad gesture that encompassed the entire set. "Everyone get in position. Camera operators, check your angles. Lighting, I want that golden hour glow maintained throughout. Sound, make sure you're capturing everything—and I mean everything."
The crew scrambled to comply, bodies moving with practiced efficiency around the set. Someone adjusted a light panel. Another technician tested a boom microphone. The camera operators settled behind their equipment, lenses trained on the truck from multiple angles.
And the fact that this particular piece of talent shared a name with Velvet? That just made the whole thing even more satisfying.
His grin stretched wider as he raised one hand high, fingers spread. The studio waited with breath and then…
"Action!"
The set erupted into motion.
The hunter crouched behind his truck, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet as he peered around the tailgate. The clearing stretched before him—maybe twenty feet across, ringed by dense undergrowth that rustled in the slight breeze. At its center sat the snare trap, the wire loop barely visible against the dirt where he'd positioned it with careful precision. The carrot gleamed orange in the dappled sunlight, placed exactly in the middle to draw attention, to make the target careless.
"This time," the hunter whispered, his breath fogging slightly in the cool air. His fingers gripped the truck's paint-chipped surface, knuckles going white with anticipation. "This time I'll catch the famed rabbit girl. No more close calls. No more near-misses. She's mine."
"This time," the hunter whispered, his breath fogging slightly in the cool air. His fingers gripped the truck's paint-chipped surface, knuckles going white with anticipation. "This time I'll catch the famed rabbit girl. No more close calls. No more near-misses. She's mine."
The branches shook violently, leaves rustling with the sound of something—someone—pushing through the dense foliage. The hunter's entire body went rigid, his breath catching in his throat as he watched a figure emerge into the dappled sunlight.
She stepped into the clearing, and every coherent thought in the hunter's brain evaporated.
Naked. She was completely, gloriously naked—except for the accessories that made his cock harden instantly in his jeans. White gloves covered her hands and forearms, the material shaped and textured to resemble rabbit paws complete with pink paw pads on the palms. Similar boots encased her feet and lower legs, white fur with those same pink pads on the soles, making her steps silent against the forest floor. And between the round cheeks of her ass, a white cotton tail bobbed with each movement—clearly attached to something buried inside her.
The rabbit ears rose from her head, long and brown and real, twitching with each small sound in the clearing. Brown hair fell past her shoulders in waves that caught the light, and her large eyes—doe-like and innocent—scanned the area with unfocused interest. Freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks, visible even from his position behind the truck. Her breasts were small, pale mounds tipped with pink nipples that had hardened in the cool air. Her hips flared from a narrow waist, and between her thighs he could see the bare slit of her pussy, smooth and exposed.
She moved exactly like a rabbit—both feet leaving the ground simultaneously, her body rising and falling in that characteristic bouncing gait. Her small breasts jiggled with each landing, the pink nipples already hard in the cool air. Those long brown ears swiveled forward, tracking something ahead of her, and her large brown eyes fixed on the carrot with unmistakable delight.
"Oh!" Her voice carried across the clearing, bright and excited. "Velvet found a carrot! A big, beautiful carrot right here in the middle of the woods! Velvet is so lucky today!"
The hunter's fingers dug harder into the truck's metal as she hopped closer to the trap. His pulse hammered in his ears. Just a little closer. Just a few more hops and—
She stopped directly in front of the carrot, her body bending forward at the waist as she reached down with both paw-gloved hands. The position made her ass stick out, the cotton tail pointing straight up, and the hunter could see the base of the plug nestled between her cheeks.
"Velvet loves carrots so much," she said, her fingers closing around the orange vegetable. "This will be perfect for—"
Her hand pulled, and the wire loop snapped closed around her ankle.
The trap jerked her leg upward with brutal efficiency. Her body flipped, the momentum yanking her completely off the ground as the counterweight system activated. She rose into the air—one leg caught in the wire, the other flailing uselessly, her arms windmilling as she tried to find balance that didn't exist.
The rope stopped when she hung roughly six feet off the ground, swaying gently. Her caught leg stretched straight up, held by the wire loop around her ankle. Her other leg kicked in the air, searching for purchase. The paw-gloves scrabbled at nothing, and her rabbit ears flopped downward with gravity, framing her face which had gone from delighted to confused in the span of a heartbeat.
"Velvet is—Velvet is stuck!" Her voice pitched higher, taking on an edge of panic. "The trap caught Velvet's leg! Velvet can't get down!"
Her body twisted as she tried to reach the wire around her ankle, but the angle made it impossible. Each movement sent her swaying more violently, the rope creaking against the tree branch it was tied to. Her breasts swung with the motion, and the cotton tail bobbed as her hips shifted.
The hunter rose from his crouch, stepping out from behind the truck. His boots crunched against the dirt as he approached the trapped rabbit girl, and her head swiveled to track the sound. Those large brown eyes widened when they locked onto him.
"No! No no no!" She renewed her struggling, her free leg kicking harder, her gloved hands reaching up to grab at her caught ankle. "Velvet needs to get away! Velvet needs to—"
"You're not going anywhere," the hunter said, his voice rough with satisfaction as he closed the distance between them. He stopped directly beneath her suspended body, close enough that he could see the flush spreading across her pale skin, could see the way her chest heaved with panicked breathing.
Her struggles intensified, the rope creaking louder as she twisted and writhed. The position left her completely exposed—her pussy visible between her spread legs, the lips already glistening with moisture that caught the dappled sunlight. The plug in her ass shifted slightly with each movement, and the hunter's gaze traced the path from that white cotton tail down to where it disappeared between her cheeks.
"Please!" Velvet's voice cracked. "Velvet doesn't want to be caught! Please let Velvet go!"
The hunter reached up, his hand closing around her free ankle. She tried to kick away, but his grip was iron-tight. He pulled her leg down, spreading her wider, forcing her body into a splits position that made her whimper.
"I've been hunting you for so long," he said, his other hand sliding up the inside of her thigh. His fingers traced closer to her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her core. "Do you know how many traps I've set? How many times you've slipped away?"
"Velvet is sorry!" She squirmed in his grip, but the position left her with no leverage. "Velvet didn't mean to—Velvet was just looking for carrots!"
His fingers reached her pussy, sliding along the wet slit. She gasped, her body jerking, and he felt her walls clench around nothing. So sensitive. So responsive. Her body still reacted with desperate intensity to every touch.
"Not this time," the hunter growled, his thumb finding her clit and pressing hard. "This time, you're mine."
Velvet's entire body shuddered as his thumb circled her clit with increasing pressure. Her hips tried to twist away from the sensation, but the rope and his grip on her ankle left her completely immobilized. Every nerve ending felt like it had been set on fire, hyper-sensitive in ways that made even the slight breeze against her exposed skin almost unbearable.
"Ah—ah—please!" Her voice came out high and breathy, words tumbling over each other. "It's too much! Velvet's body is too sensitive! Everything feels—feels so—"
The hunter's fingers slid lower, two of them pushing inside her pussy without warning. Her walls clenched around the intrusion immediately, so tight and wet that his fingers sank in easily despite the resistance. The stretch sent sparks racing up her spine, and a moan tore from her throat—loud and desperate.
"Stop! Wait!" She gasped, her gloved hands reaching down toward him even though she couldn't get close enough to push him away. "Velvet will do anything! Anything the hunter wants! Just please—please let Velvet down from here!"
His fingers pumped slowly, deliberately, curling inside her to press against spots that made her entire body convulse. The cotton tail bobbed wildly as her hips jerked, and she could feel the plug shifting in her ass with each movement. The dual sensation—fullness in both holes—overwhelmed her thoughts until coherent words became almost impossible.
"Velvet will be good!" she tried again, her voice cracking. "Velvet promises to be so good! Velvet will do whatever—whatever the hunter says! Please!"
The hunter pulled his fingers out and wiped them deliberately across her inner thigh, leaving trails of her own arousal on her pale skin. His gaze traveled up her suspended body with predatory satisfaction, taking in every detail of her helpless position.
"You're not in any position to make deals," he said, his voice rough. "You're caught. Trapped. Mine to do with as I please."
"No—Velvet can—Velvet will—" Her protests dissolved into another moan as his hand came down hard on her exposed ass. The sharp crack echoed through the clearing, and the impact made the plug shift deeper. Pain and pleasure mixed together until she couldn't tell them apart.
He struck her again, the same cheek, harder this time. Her body swung from the force, the rope creaking overhead. The cotton tail trembled as her muscles clenched, and she felt wetness leak from her pussy to drip down her thigh.
"This is what happens to rabbits who steal carrots," the hunter said, his palm connecting with her other cheek. "They get caught. They get punished."
"Velvet didn't mean to steal!" She squirmed desperately, but every movement just made her more aware of how thoroughly trapped she was. "Velvet thought—Velvet thought the carrot was just there for anyone! Velvet didn't know!"
Another slap landed, and this time her free leg kicked out reflexively. Her rabbit ears hung down past her face, the tips brushing against her flushed cheeks. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensation of being completely helpless while her body responded with such desperate arousal.
The hunter's hand slid between her legs again, his fingers finding her clit and pinching it lightly. The sensation shot through her like lightning, and her back arched as much as the position allowed. Her small breasts thrust forward, nipples so hard they ached.
"Look at you," he said, his thumb rubbing circles that made her vision blur. "Dripping wet. Body shaking. You're enjoying this."
"No—Velvet isn't—Velvet doesn't—" But her protests died as his fingers pushed back inside her pussy, three this time, stretching her wider. The fullness combined with the plug in her ass made her feel impossibly stuffed, and her walls clenched rhythmically around the intrusion.
He pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet clearing. His other hand released her ankle finally, and her leg dropped to hang uselessly beside the caught one. The change in position made her swing more, made his fingers hit different angles inside her with each thrust.
"Velvet can't—can't take—oh, oh, Velvet's going to—"
Her orgasm built with terrifying speed, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her core. The hunter's fingers curled, pressing hard against that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. His thumb found her clit again, rubbing in quick circles that pushed her right to the edge.
"Please—please—Velvet needs—" She didn't even know what she was begging for anymore. For him to stop? For him to keep going? For the overwhelming sensation to end or continue forever?
The hunter leaned closer, his breath hot against her exposed pussy. "You're going to cum for me," he said, his voice a command. "Right now. While you're hanging here, helpless and trapped."
His fingers thrust harder, faster, and his thumb pressed down on her clit with brutal precision. The combination shattered whatever control Velvet had left. Her orgasm crashed through her with devastating intensity, her pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure radiated outward. She cried out—high and desperate—her body convulsing in the trap while wetness flooded over his hand.
He worked her through it, his fingers never stopping their movement, prolonging the sensation until she thought she might pass out from the intensity. Her rabbit ears twitched uncontrollably, and the cotton tail bobbed as her muscles spasmed. Finally, when the waves began to subside, he pulled his fingers out slowly.
Velvet hung limply in the trap, her chest heaving with labored breaths, her body trembling from the aftershocks. The wetness between her thighs felt obscene, dripping down in thick rivulets that she couldn't stop. Everything felt too sensitive—the air against her skin, the rope digging into her ankle, the plug still buried in her ass.
The sound of a zipper made her rabbit ears twitch. Her head lifted weakly, vision still hazy from the orgasm, and she saw the hunter's hands working at his jeans. The fabric parted, and his cock emerged—thick and hard, already leaking precum from the swollen tip.
"No—wait—Velvet just—Velvet needs a minute to—" Her protests cut off as he stepped closer, positioning himself directly beneath her suspended head. From her upside-down position, his cock was right at eye level, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nose.
"Open your mouth," he commanded, one hand wrapping around the base of his shaft.
"But Velvet is upside down! Velvet can't—it's too hard to—" She squirmed, but the movement only made her swing closer to him. The head of his cock brushed against her lips, and she tasted salt and musk.
His free hand tangled in her brown hair, gripping tight enough to make her scalp sting. "I said open."
Her mouth parted automatically, and he thrust forward. The thick shaft pushed past her lips, sliding across her tongue as he buried himself deep. The angle made everything wrong—her throat had to open differently, had to accommodate the intrusion from this position. She gagged immediately, her body trying to reject what was being forced into it.
"That's it," the hunter growled, his hips starting to move. "Take it all."
Velvet's gloved hands came up to grip his thighs, trying to push him back, but the paw-shaped coverings made getting any leverage impossible. Her throat convulsed around his cock as he pulled out partway before driving back in. Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, running up her face toward her nose because of the inverted position.
"Mmph—mmm!" She tried to protest around the thick shaft filling her mouth, but the sounds came out muffled and pathetic. Her rabbit ears flopped with each thrust, hanging down to brush against her own shoulders.
Then she felt his mouth on her pussy.
The wet heat of his tongue dragged along her slit, and her entire body jerked in the trap. He licked her with broad strokes, tasting the arousal still leaking from her recent orgasm. His hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wider, and she felt his tongue circle her clit before sucking the sensitive bud between his lips.
The dual sensation overwhelmed her completely. His cock fucked her throat while his mouth worked her pussy, and she couldn't process which feeling to focus on. Her walls clenched around nothing, desperately seeking something to fill them while his tongue continued its assault on her clit.
"Mmm! Mmmmph!" She tried to say something—maybe please stop, maybe don't stop, she didn't even know anymore. Her thoughts scattered as he thrust deeper into her throat, making her gag again. More saliva poured from her mouth, coating his shaft and dripping upward across her face.
His tongue pushed inside her pussy, fucking her with quick, shallow thrusts that made the cotton tail bob wildly. The plug shifted in her ass with each movement, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. She felt his nose press against her clit as his tongue went deeper, and stars exploded behind her closed eyelids.
Her small breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts into her mouth. The rope creaked overhead as her body swung from the momentum. Everything felt slick and wet—his cock in her throat, his saliva mixing with hers, her pussy dripping arousal that he lapped up eagerly.
"Velvet's body—Velvet can't—" She gasped the words when he pulled out of her mouth briefly, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "It's too much! Everything is too—oh!"
He thrust back in before she could finish, his cock hitting the back of her throat hard enough to make her eyes water. His mouth sealed around her clit, sucking with brutal intensity while his tongue flicked rapidly against the swollen bud.
The second orgasm built faster than the first. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, seeking friction that his tongue alone couldn't provide. Her throat worked around his shaft, swallowing reflexively as he fucked her face from above. The upside-down position made breathing almost impossible—she had to time her gasps around his thrusts, had to fight for every breath while pleasure coiled tighter in her core.
His teeth grazed her clit lightly, and that was all it took. Her orgasm crashed through her with devastating force, her entire body convulsing in the trap. She tried to scream around his cock, but the sound came out garbled and desperate. Her pussy flooded with wetness that he lapped up eagerly, his tongue never stopping its movement even as she shook and trembled.
He groaned against her pussy, the vibrations sending aftershocks through her oversensitive flesh. His cock swelled thicker in her mouth, and she felt it pulse against her tongue. Then hot, thick cum shot down her throat, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow. She choked, trying to breathe, trying to take it all, but there was too much. It leaked from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the saliva already coating her face.
He held himself buried deep until every pulse finished, then slowly withdrew. His cock emerged from her lips coated in cum and spit, and Velvet coughed and gasped, trying to clear her airway. Saliva and seed mingled across her flushed features, trickling down in rivulets that defied gravity in her inverted position.
The hunter's hands moved to the rope above her, working at the knot securing it to the tree branch. The tension released suddenly, and Velvet dropped—not far, maybe three feet—before hitting the forest floor hard. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, and she lay there gasping, her body still trembling from the double orgasm.
Before she could gather herself, strong hands grabbed her rabbit ears—both of them, fingers wrapping around the sensitive appendages near the base. He lifted, and Velvet's entire body rose with the motion, pulled upward by the grip on her ears.
The sensation that shot through her nervous system was electric and immediate. Every nerve ending in those long ears fired at once, sending signals directly to her core. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, her clit throbbing with renewed intensity. The orgasm hit without warning—brutal and unexpected—crashing through her body with devastating force.
"Ahh—ahhhhhn!" Her voice broke into a high, desperate cry. Her eyes rolled back, lids fluttering as her face contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy. Her tongue lolled out slightly, and drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. Her legs dangled uselessly beneath her, toes curling in the white paw-boots as waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core.
The hunter held her there, suspended by her ears, watching her face as she came. Her body shook violently, and more wetness gushed from her pussy to drip onto the dirt below. The cotton tail trembled as her muscles spasmed, and the plug shifted deeper with each convulsion.
When the waves finally subsided, he lowered her until her feet touched the ground, but he didn't release her ears. His grip kept her upright when her legs threatened to buckle, and she swayed against him, her body completely wrung out.
"Please—please—" Velvet's voice came out breathless and desperate, her large brown eyes focusing on him with difficulty. "Velvet needs—Velvet will do anything! Anything the hunter wants! Just please—please fuck Velvet! Velvet's body is so empty and it hurts and Velvet needs to be filled!"
Her gloved hands came up to grip his vest, the paw pads pressing against the fabric as she tried to pull herself closer. Her hips rolled forward, seeking friction against his leg, and she whimpered when she couldn't get enough pressure.
"Velvet will be so good! The best! Velvet promises to take everything the hunter gives! Velvet just needs—needs his cock inside so badly!" The words tumbled out in a rush, her usual playful tone gone completely. Only desperate need remained. "Please please please—Velvet can't think about anything else! Velvet's pussy is aching and empty and Velvet needs—"
The hunter released her ears and moved past her toward a fallen log near the edge of the clearing. He sat down on it, his legs spreading wide, his still-hard cock jutting up from his open jeans. The thick shaft glistened with remnants of cum and saliva, and precum leaked from the swollen tip.
"Come here," he commanded, his voice rough.
Velvet didn't hesitate. Her legs moved automatically, carrying her across the short distance despite their trembling. She positioned herself between his spread thighs, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance as she lifted one leg to straddle him.
The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, and the contact made her entire body shudder. She was so wet that when she began to sink down, he slid inside easily despite his thickness. The stretch felt incredible—filling that desperate emptiness that had been consuming her thoughts. Her walls clenched around him immediately, trying to pull him deeper.
"Oh—oh yes—yes!" Velvet's head fell back as she took more of him, her hips lowering until she was fully seated on his lap. The fullness combined with the plug still buried in her ass made her feel completely stuffed. "Velvet feels so full! So good! Thank you thank you thank you!"
Her hips began to move immediately, rising and falling in quick, desperate bounces. Her small breasts jiggled with each motion, and the cotton tail bobbed wildly as her ass lifted and dropped. The paw-gloves gripped his shoulders tighter, using the leverage to increase her pace.
"Velvet loves—loves the hunter's cock so much!" She gasped between movements, her rabbit ears flopping forward to hang past her flushed face. "It's so big inside Velvet! Filling Velvet up exactly how Velvet needed!"
The hunter's hands moved to her hips, fingers digging into pale flesh as he helped guide her movements. His grip was bruising, controlling her pace, making her take him deeper with each downward motion. The thick shaft hit spots inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes.
"Faster," he growled, and Velvet obeyed immediately.
Her thighs burned as she increased the pace, bouncing harder and faster on his cock. The wet sounds of their fucking echoed through the clearing, mixing with her desperate moans and whimpers. Sweat began to coat her skin, making her body glisten in the dappled sunlight.
"Velvet is—Velvet's body is getting close again!" She cried out, her movements becoming more frantic. "Please—please can Velvet cum? Velvet wants to cum on the hunter's cock so badly!"
One of his hands released her hip and moved between their bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed in quick circles, the pressure perfect and maddening. The dual sensation—his cock filling her pussy and his fingers on her clit—pushed her rapidly toward another edge.
"Cum," he commanded, his voice rough. "Cum on my cock right now!"
Her orgasm crashed through her with devastating intensity. Her pussy clenched around his thick shaft in rhythmic spasms, each contraction sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from her core. Her back arched, pushing her small breasts forward as her head fell back. The rabbit ears flopped wildly as her body shook, and her mouth opened in a silent scream before sound finally emerged—high and desperate and utterly wrecked.
"Velvet is—Velvet is cumming! Cumming so hard!" The words dissolved into incoherent moans as the pleasure consumed every coherent thought. Her walls milked his cock with each spasm, pulling him deeper, and she felt him swell thicker inside her.
The hunter's fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. His own release followed immediately—hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy, filling her so completely that it leaked out around his shaft. He ground himself deeper, prolonging both their orgasms until Velvet's vision went white at the edges.
When the waves finally subsided, Velvet slumped forward against his chest. Her body felt boneless, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. The satisfaction settled into her bones like warm honey, and her expression softened into something dreamy and content. She barely registered when he lifted her off his cock, barely noticed the thick cum dripping from her pussy onto the dirt below.
He positioned her on the ground—face down, her cheek pressing against the cool earth. Her body moved compliantly as he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. The rope appeared from his pocket and he began wrapping it around her wrists with practiced efficiency.
Velvet's mind floated in that post-orgasm haze, thoughts moving slowly like honey. The rope tightened around her wrists, binding them together, and she made a soft sound that might have been protest but came out more like a pleased hum.
He bent her legs at the knees, bringing her ankles up toward her bound wrists. More rope circled her ankles, then connected to the bindings at her wrists. The position pulled her body into a tight arch—hogtied, completely immobilized, the cotton tail pointing upward as her back curved.
The strain on her shoulders registered somewhere in the back of her mind, but the cum-drunk satisfaction dulled any discomfort. She tested the bonds with a weak pull, felt how thoroughly trapped she was, and her pussy clenched around nothing in response. Everything felt distant and warm and perfect.
The sound of the truck door opening made her rabbit ears twitch. Footsteps approached, and she felt him kneel beside her bound form. Something cool and leather touched her throat—a collar, she realized distantly. He buckled it around her neck with firm movements, the material fitting snugly against her skin.
"You're mine now," the hunter said, his voice rough with satisfaction. His fingers traced along the collar's edge. "My pet. My property. You understand?"
The words filtered through the haze in her mind and settled somewhere warm in her chest. His pet. His property. Belonging to someone. Being wanted. Being kept.
"Yes," Velvet breathed, her voice soft and dreamy. "Velvet understands. Velvet belongs to the hunter now."
"Good girl." His hand stroked down her back, following the curve of her spine to where it arched sharply. The touch sent pleasant shivers across her oversensitive skin.
She felt him position himself behind her bound form. His hands gripped her hips, lifting them slightly off the ground. The head of his cock—already hard again—pressed against her cum-slicked entrance, and she whimpered as he pushed inside.
The angle was different like this. Deeper. The hogtied position left her completely at his mercy, unable to move or adjust or do anything except take what he gave her. Each thrust drove him impossibly deep, hitting spots inside her that made her toes curl in the paw-boots.
"Ah—ah—" Small sounds escaped her with each impact. Her bound wrists pulled against the rope reflexively, seeking leverage that didn't exist. The strain on her shoulders intensified, mixing with the pleasure building in her core until she couldn't tell them apart.
His pace increased—brutal, punishing thrusts that made her entire body jerk forward against the ropes. The cotton tail bobbed frantically as he fucked her, and she felt the plug shifting in her ass with each movement. The dual fullness combined with her complete helplessness pushed her toward another edge with terrifying speed.
"That's it," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to hurt. "Take it all. My perfect little pet."
The words sent heat flooding through her. His pet. His possession. The satisfaction of being claimed, being owned, being exactly what he wanted—it overwhelmed the physical pleasure until she couldn't separate the two.
Her fourth orgasm built differently than the others—slower, deeper, rolling through her body like a wave rather than crashing like a tsunami. Her pussy clenched around his thick shaft, and she felt herself tipping over that edge again. The pleasure spread outward from her core in concentric circles, making every nerve ending sing.
"Velvet is—Velvet's cumming again—" The words came out slurred and breathless. Her rabbit ears pressed flat against her head as her body convulsed in the tight bindings. Everything felt perfect and right and exactly how it should be.
The hunter pulled out abruptly, his cock slipping from her pussy with a wet sound that made her whimper at the sudden emptiness. Velvet's hips tried to follow him, seeking more, but the hogtied position left her completely immobilized. She felt him position himself above her arched back, his hand working his shaft with quick, desperate strokes.
Hot spurts of cum landed across her ass and lower back—thick ropes that painted her pale skin in white streaks. The warmth spread across her flesh as he continued, marking her thoroughly. More cum splattered higher, coating her shoulder blades, dripping down the curve of her spine toward the cotton tail that still protruded from the plug buried in her ass.
The sensation made her pussy clench around nothing, made soft sounds of satisfaction escape her lips. Being marked like this—claimed so completely—sent pleasant warmth through her chest that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure still thrumming through her oversensitive body.
His footsteps circled around her bound form. Velvet's cheek pressed against the dirt as she tried to track his movement, her rabbit ears swiveling to follow the sound. He knelt in front of her face, his cock still hard and glistening, positioned inches from her flushed features.
She watched through half-lidded eyes as his hand worked faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet clearing. His breathing grew ragged, and then more cum erupted from the swollen tip—landing across her face in thick spurts.
The first rope hit her forehead, dripping down toward her eyebrow. The second splattered across her nose and cheek, warm and slick. More painted her lips, and she tasted salt and musk as her tongue darted out automatically. The final pulses landed on her chin and jaw, coating her thoroughly until cum dripped from her face onto the dirt below.
"Velvet is—Velvet is marked everywhere now," she breathed, her voice dreamy and satisfied. The scent filled her nose, the taste coated her tongue, and the warmth across her skin made her feel utterly claimed. "Velvet belongs to the hunter completely. Everyone will know Velvet is his."
"That's right." His thumb dragged through the mess on her cheek, smearing it across her skin. "Mine. My property. My perfect little pet."
The words settled into her chest like honey, sweet and warm and exactly right. Velvet's eyes drifted closed as contentment washed through her, making even the strain of the hogtied position feel distant and unimportant.
She barely registered when he lifted her—his arms sliding beneath her bound body, hauling her up against his chest. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and she felt him walking, heard the crunch of his boots against the forest floor. The truck door opened with a metallic creak.
Something hard and confined surrounded her as he lowered her down. Metal bars pressed against her sides, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself inside a dog crate in the truck bed. The space was small—barely large enough for her hogtied form to fit. The metal floor felt cold against her cum-covered skin, and she could see through the bars to the clearing beyond.
The door clanged shut, and she heard the click of a lock engaging. The hunter's face appeared outside the bars, and Velvet's lips curved into a satisfied smile despite the cum still coating her features.
"Velvet is going home with the hunter now," she said, her voice taking on that dreamy quality again. Her rabbit ears twitched with excitement even as they pressed awkwardly against the top of the crate. "Velvet gets to stay with the hunter forever and ever."
He moved away, circling to the driver's door. The truck rumbled to life, and Velvet felt the vibrations through the metal floor of the crate. Trees began to pass by as they drove, the clearing disappearing behind them.
"Velvet is so happy," she continued, her words coming faster as excitement built in her chest. "Velvet gets to be the hunter's pet all the time now. And—and the hunter will fuck Velvet every day, right? Multiple times? Velvet's body needs it so much."
The truck hit a bump, and the jostling made her bound form shift in the crate. The movement sent the plug deeper in her ass, and she gasped at the sensation. Her pussy clenched around nothing, already eager despite having just been thoroughly used.
"Velvet wants to wake up with the hunter's cock inside her," she said, her voice breathless as her mind raced ahead to all the possibilities. "And then—then Velvet will suck the hunter's cock while he has breakfast. And then maybe—maybe he'll bend Velvet over the kitchen table and fuck Velvet's pussy until Velvet can't think straight."
The words tumbled out faster, her excitement making her heart race. The rope dug into her wrists and ankles, but she barely noticed. All she could think about was the future stretching ahead—endless days of being exactly what he wanted, of being used and filled and claimed over and over.
"And Velvet will be so good at taking the hunter's cock," she continued, her hips trying to roll despite the tight bindings. "Velvet's throat will get better at swallowing him deep. Velvet's pussy will learn exactly how the hunter likes to be squeezed. Velvet will practice until the hunter never wants anyone else."
Another bump made her gasp, made the cotton tail bob as her body shifted. Cum still dripped slowly from her face onto the metal floor, and she could feel the mess on her back and ass beginning to cool and dry against her skin.
"Yes." Velvet moaned . "Thank you for making Velvet your pet!" Was her last words as the truck drove off into the sun set.
"CUT!"
Valentino's grin stretched wide across his face as the crew began breaking down equipment around him. Not a single frame had been wasted—the cameras had caught everything he'd wanted, from the most intimate close-ups to the wide shots that showcased her complete surrender. Valentino tapped a pleased rhythm against his director's chair, watching tendrils of smoke escape his mouth with each satisfied exhale, curling upward like victory flags.
Electricity crackled behind him—sharp and sudden enough to make the hair on his antennae stand up.
Valentino's head turned, and Vox stood there like he'd materialized from nothing. The television demon's screen-face displayed a blank face, something in his posture felt different. Wrong. The blue glow that usually flickered with casual energy now seemed flat, static. His body remained perfectly still—no idle movements, no casual adjustments, just absolute motionless presence.
"You know she's going to kill you, right?"
Vox's voice came out flat, electronic distortion stripped of any inflection. The words hung in the air between them like a death sentence delivered with mechanical precision.
Valentino's wings shifted behind him—not quite a shrug, but close enough. The satisfaction still hummed through his veins, making everything else seem distant and unimportant. "Who, Velvet?" He waved one hand dismissively, smoke curling around his fingers. "She'll be pissed for maybe a week. Then she'll get over it like she always does."
"No." Vox's screen didn't change expression, but something in the quality of his stillness intensified. "She won't."
The certainty in those two words made something uncomfortable twist in Valentino's stomach. He pushed it down, buried it under layers of cocaine-fueled confidence and the lingering high from directing another perfect shoot. "It's just a name, Voxxy. A coincidence. Happens all the time across dimensions."
"You're going to market this." Not a question. Vox's fingers twitched once—the only movement he'd made since appearing. "You're going to plaster 'Velvet' across every promotional material. You're going to make sure everyone in Hell knows that name and connect it with a submissive porn pet."
Valentino chuckled nervously and held his hands up. "There is no such thing as bad publicity. I am sure Velvet will understand."