[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]The mall seemed to be overflowing with people, making the dragon feel just the tad claustrophobic. But she pushed through anyways, sighing softly as she worked around, searching for any kind of store that would help her on the quest of deciding on furniture for the baby's nursery. She walked from one store to another, occasionally snapping pictures and sending them to Gianni, not looking at prices, as she'd promised. She shook her head, a faint fond smile on her features of the thought of the vampire who was helping her, spoiling her even though she fought him with being spoiled. She giggled faintly as she moved towards a few more stores, slipping into yet another to look over the basinets, the cribs, the changing tables. Anything that looked nice. Though it was starting to follow a theme. Cream colors. Pastels. Nothing bright, aggressive, or anything of the such. She moved out of the store soon, walking down the large hallway of the mall, making her way towards the food court, purchasing a sandwich from subway, and a small drink. Finishing the sandwich quickly, she sipped the drink as she walked around, eyes dancing as she searched for the next baby inspired store to go into. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song!

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There was something about this order that had him excited. It was a challenge, to be certain. A predator like him take on another predator? A fucking dragon? Well, if that didn't get one's ego up and going - in every way possible - he didn't know what would. The intel he had on her was slightly disappointing. Pregnant. It almost felt like a waste. Hell, he could kill the unborn little shit. Plant some of his own in there. It was his nature, really. But if all it took was a little punch to the belly...? That wasn't nearly satisfying enough. He could just wait. Yeah, waiting it out would be pleasurable. Then as soon as the squalling little shit was out, he'd rip it to shreds in front of her. It was an excellent plan.

Along with excellent plans, he really enjoyed this one. Taking someone in broad daylight in the midst of a huge crowd? It was downright poetic.

Ah, there she was. He saw those cascading brunette curls that reached just high of her mid back. The way she walked proved the load she was carrying inside her was growing well. He smiled at people as he passed, long blonde hair earning quite a few lustful glances from passing women.

He walked up behind her, totally at ease. With his longer stride, he was able to come flush at her side. He put an arm around her shoulder, a laugh on his lips as if he were naught but an old friend come to say hello. No one noticed anything out of the ordinary that he observed.

In a whispered tone, he leaned in close to her ear to say, "You do exactly as I say or I'll rip that precious baby of yours right out." It was said in such a calm manner that there could be no mistaking the sincerity of it. "Act like we're friends and you know me. Do it right and you'll not be harmed."

Yet.

But she didn't need to know details.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px"]Phallon moved through the mall with an ease that came with having no qualms with the world at the moment. Of course, it was hard to be at odds with the world, when in the tender position she was in, a child growing in her belly, her future unwinding and turning out to be becoming very bright. As she heard someone walking up behind her, she shifted to the side, allowing the individual to pass only to startle when the stranger came flush with her, an arm throwing around her shoulder. All action to push away froze at the calm manner he used to speak to her with. R-rip out her child? Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, though a faint spark showed the fire that the threat to her babe had created. "Who are you?

[/color]" She muttered back, eyebrow raised with the question that was more of a demand, but she was quick to obey, forcing her shoulders to relax, letting him keep his arm around her, and playing the part of 'surprise run in with a friend'. "And who the hell do you think you are threatening my child.[/color]" She added. She had a bad feeling growing in the pit of her stomach . . . but if it meant playing along with what ever act he was giving to keep her and her child safe until she could get out from beneath him, then so be it.

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She was ballsy, he'd give her that. Brave and stupid. The hell kind of idiot back-talked to a dangerous kidnapper ready to hurt them right upfront? He admired it greatly. Were she a lioness, he'd have taken her into his own pride immediately. A little spice always livened up the night.

"Keep talking, princess, and I'll do more than cut the little tyke out of you," Jaime murmured into her ear. The pleasure in his voice from the thought was plain. Momma always did say he was a bad liar! Too bad she hadn't know how much of one he really was until he'd slit her throat.

"This way," he ordered, leading her through an employees only exit that was currently unmanned. He knew because he'd already crunched on their faces minutes before. Pushing outside, he took a breath a the fresh air. Well, as fresh as the heat off the asphalt of the parking lot could be. Jaime dug in his pocket to pull out a cigarette. He bit on the end while he pulled out his lighter. With his arm still wrapped around her shoulders, the flame lit close to her cheek as he placed it close enough to the end of the butt to get it smoking. Jaime took a drag before blowing it in her face. "Oh, my apologies. Shouldn't smoke around pregnant women, should I? All kinds of nasty happen to the little growing buggers, I hear." He grinned while he blew another lungful of smoke in her face.

He led her to the black van parked in front of them before opening the back door. The cage was still there, waiting for its newest passenger. "Get in all quiet like and we'll get along just fine," he told her.

There was a clang as the door they'd come out of burst open. A security officer with the hardened look of a veteran officer glared down the barrel of the gun he had trained at Jaime. He looked at Phallontine with a smile that looked as venomous as a snake's. "Might want to cover your ears, sugar," he whispered in her ear before stepping away from her, hands going up. Until he pulled the one he'd had in the back of his jeans. There was no hesitation as he fired, hitting the officer in the head. The pistol had some kick! Brain matter and bone shards plastered like macabre decorations on the door before Jaime grabbed Phallontine roughly by the arm and shoved her into the cage with little ceremony.

"Time to go!" he said pleasantly as he slammed the cage door shut and slid home the padlock to seal her fate. "No worries. You've got some time to hatch an escape plan, darling. We've got a pit stop to make." She sure as hell wouldn't like it.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon was nervous, but it didn't mean she'd be meek or submissive. She was just getting back into behaving like a dragon, and like hell this was going to make her some pathetic little girl. She did flinch at his comment, growling faintly back, "Don't call me princess.

[/color]" She retorted, even as she forced a fake laugh from her, as if he'd told her a joke, not threatened her. She kept with him, gaze searching for an escape even as he lead her through an employees exit, expect them to get caught, only for him to soon push the door open that led outside. He lit his lighter then, and instantly in response to the fire dragon, it flamed a bit higher the closer to her skin it got, drifting over her pale skin with the touch of a lover, but not burning her. Of course, when he blew the smoke in her face, she rolled her eyes. "You're not sorry in the least, but it's hardly a matter. Fire Dragon, sweetheart, or did they not tell you the species of the girl you're trying to kidnap . . . Fire Dragon means smoke or fire does nothing to me, nor the young I carry.[/color]" She snapped back, before he led her to a van, and she flinched back at the sight of the cage. Oh hell no. She growled instantly, halting, even as he told her to get in.

Of course, she didn't have a chance to disobey before the door behind them clung open, and relief spread in her eyes when she saw an officer pointing a gun at the man. She flinched at the venomous smile sent her way, instantly worried when he told her to cover her ears. Of course, the moment he let her go, she bolted, though she didn't get even three steps before the sound of gunfire was held and her eyes stared in horror at the sight of the downed guard before wincing at the rough grab the man made for her arm, as he shoved into the cage. She growled angrily as the cage door slammed shut, the padlock closing and for a moment, worry made her brain turn to mush, before eyes narrowing when he mentioned a pit stop. Good. she'd be ready. The moment the bastard opened the door, she was flying home. And he'd regret trying to take down a dragon.

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Feisty! He liked that in his women. However, what he didn't care for was women who talked too much. And for fuck's sake, did his lionesses love to talk! Even during sex, they just had to blabber and mewl like annoying little cubs! This brave, frightened little lamb wasn't proving herself to be much different. Still, Jaime approved of the way the scent of fear kicked up when she saw the cage in the van.

Be afraid. It tastes so sweet.

He drove without a care in the world, even whistling a cheery tune as he maneuvered the van through traffic. The shifter reached over to turn the radio up, singing along as if he didn't just kidnap a pregnant dragon and have her caged mere feet from him.

"Comfy back there, darling?" he asked, grinning in the rear view mirror. "It's alright. We'll be home soon."

He was heading for her home. Some extensive research had already been done on her without the shifter needing to do much more than find her and nab her. But with such an empty house just ripe for a destructive session calling...it couldn't very well leave it. Her benefactor or whoever he was - some vampire - was away on some business for a few hours. Jaime knew he had time.

He swung into the drive of the large house, thinking it far too expansive for just a girl on her own. After parking, he walked around to open up the back and gave a cheery grin. "Honey! We're home! I think it's time we did some redecorating. I was thinking the sheets needed to be a bit more...mmm...red."

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Opening the cage, he gripped her arm hard, yanking her close to him and dropping his head to sniff at her neck hungrily. "We'll have a grand ol' time."

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[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Yes, she was scared. Yes, she wasn't sure what was going to happen to her. But hell if she was going to let that control her. She was fighting hard to come up with some kind of plan, especially after having been tossed into this damn cage. She curled into one corner, fingers gripping the metal mesh as she tried to peer up and out of the window to figure out where the hell they were going, hating the whistled, merry tune coming from the front of the van, before the radio was turned up. She ignored his question though, at least ignored it until the van started to slow, and finally parked, and she caught the scent of her home, her territory, and instantly the dragon was pissed, glaring as he opened the back and gave her a cherry grin, before he opened the cage door, grabbing her arm and yanking her up close to him. Her hands pressed against his chest, trying to push herself away as he sniffed at her neck, growling low in her throat, even as her fear at his plans stilled her tongue, trying to shove back, wings ready to morph on her back to fly her to safety. To Kats, or Liam, or Kao. Or someone. Instantly, she wanted to think of Keanu, before remembering he'd disappeared much like she was about to as well. It was only then that a different part of the situation connected. The two dogs hidden in her house ready to defend her. Taboo and Mocha. Instantly she played the part of giving up, tears leaking down her face as she hung her head, shivering and whimpering and shaking her head as if to beg him not to do this, all the while eager for him to take her inside and become dog chow. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song!

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Jaime wasn't so easily fooled, though he played along as well. When they did research, they did their research. How else would he have known where it was she lived? Knowing the security involved was a standard should breaking and entering while she was home been a route to take. Were his superiors here, this little side trip never would have happened. But it just wasn't possible to get the same amount of privacy with prisoners once they were in the warehouse. It just wasn't the same.

He knew about the dogs. Even debated about shooting them to make her as compliant as possible when walking through the door. Instead, he thought he'd give her a chance. One chance. "You'll want to put those mutts up all nice like, sweetheart," he drawled pleasantly. "Or I'll put a bullet in each of their heads before they have a chance to protect you. Lock them in a room and they won't be harmed. I wouldn't think of finding a way to make sure they can later.

"Because if that happens, not only when they get a bullet, but so will that baby of yours and I'll still take you. So you've got a choice here. Be the reason three lives - well, two and a half - are lost, or take it like a good little girl and save them."

He had no qualms about it. None whatsoever. He was brought in because he lacked the mercy that would keep other men from doing this to anyone, let alone a pregnant woman. The kidnapper released her arm, already seeing bruises in the outline of his hand. There'd be more to match before he was through.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon thought she had it worked out, thought she'd be able to get away, find safety - shelter - anything. But, as the man turned to speak to her, she felt the rising feeling in her heart plummet to nothing. The moment he threatened the dogs, she knew there was no way out that he wouldn't have already found a solution for keeping her in check. She bit her lip, ignoring the pleasant drawl that contrasted with his words, tears pricking in her ears as the fear started to surge forward once more, quivering when he add that if the dogs did try anything to him, she'd not only lose the dogs, but her child too . . . and she'd still be forced to be bedded by him. She shook, tears streaming down her face as she bowed her head, as obedient as the well trained dogs inside, her heart breaking into a million pieces. She felt the man release her arm, realizing only then how much it hurt before flinching at the handprint shaped bruise in shock, even as she quietly moved to enter her house, hating herself as she let the dogs into the sitting room off to the side, closing th door when they where in, her hand staying on the knob as she started to tremble. There was no more chances to escape. There was no more buying time. There was nothing but her trying to protect her child. And the man who found join in how terrified he as eagerly anticipated taking her in her own bed, her own sanctuary. The salty tears trailed down her cheeks as she turned to him, shaking, "Won't you please . . . . just leave me alone?

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"I will when I through with you,"

[/b] he assured, tone as pleasant as it had been when they first met. There was a switch loose in his brain. The one that signified empathy had been broken long ago - not that he minded. He quite enjoyed not having feelings for others.

TRIGGER WARNING!!

Jaime grabbed her arm again, dragging her through the halls at a quick pace now as anticipation rose in him and pooled blood in a distal organ. His breath had quickened, eyes dilating even as he opened the door to her vast bedroom and lifted her bodily onto the bed with the strength of his lion.

His dirty blond hair thickened, the scruff on his face growing while his eyes burned a brilliant yellow. Even his hands seemed bigger as he climbed on top of her, shoving her shoulders down until they were flush with the plush comforter. He was rough when pulling her jeans off, the force with which he ripped them down akin to rug burns.

He would have tugged her shirt off first, but he wanted to add insult to injury. Embarrassment and horror. All of it. Her panties where shredded by thick claws that were growing fast and he lifted the torn fabric up for her to see, smiling at the tears tracking down her face. "That's a good girl."

By now, his hair was more mane than anything and his mouth hung slightly open like a beast on the rut. Her shirt was finally torn between his hands and his lengthening teeth latched onto her shoulder as if to hold her in place while his hands worked to pop open his jeans. Her breasts were left to their own devices, for he had little need for them - this time.

One hand fisted sharply in her hair while the other braced himself over her. He shoved in forcefully, her center dry and unwelcoming. It didn't bother him any - he was used to the chafe - but he didn't imagine it was enjoyable for her. Good. She was an object. A thing to be used. She might as well be a simple hole for him to get off in, but she was rounder, softer. Far more enjoyable.

He pulled half out, only to drive himself deeper into her. Her cries and sobs went unheard and he grunted himself to oblivion. She wasn't the best ride he'd ever had. He preferred when they fought back rather than behaved like good pets, but she was also a good reprieve.

Jaime readjust his hold on her shoulder, his teeth driving in deeper as he thrust in again, harder. And again. Faster. As he reached his breaking point, the shifter released his grip on her shoulder and pulled out to let his seed smear across her legs and belly rather than waste it in her unresponsive depths.

She looked utterly broken laying there. It was beautiful. The swell of her belly begged for him to drive his claws into it and rip out that child and the yellow of his eyes burned brighter. But he turned away, stepping away from the bed. His jeans were zipped up and he wandered over to a dresser. Choosing the top drawer, he smiled sweetly as he found it was filled with panties. Grabbing a pair, he wandered back to where she still lay stunned on the bed.

Her pants hadn't even come all the way off, trapped at her heels by her shoes. Gently, he knelt down to pull them off and slide her jeans off completely as well. With her legs free, he slipped on the panties, bracing an arm beneath the small of her back to lift her up off the bed so he could get them all the way up and into place. The fabric trapped quite a bit of his semen against her core and it stuck to her mound. Everything about it shouted that he'd claimed her and his scent would stay there until he allowed it to be gone.

Jaime then pulled off his own shirt and helped her get it on. His broken little doll was limp in his arms and getting her jeans back on proved to be a bit more of a challenge. But once she was dressed again, his scent practically permeating from her pores in a most delicious way, he took a moment to bask in it.


"Welcome to the pride."

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[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Fear flooded through her as she looked up at male, the terrifying man looming over her, his intent obvious in the very pheromones he was giving of even as he spoke ever so pleasantly. He grabbed at her arm roughly, dragging her down the hall, her fear increasing when he made a beeline straight to her bedroom door, throwing it open and forcing her back onto the bed. She quivered as his hands pinned down her shoulders, the male climbing over top of her, his hands rough against her jeans. She yelped, struggling against his hold as he pulled at her jeans, forcing them down, whimpering as claws replaced his nails, shredding the panties beneath his hands, tears falling down her face, his words reached her deaf ears, another scream leaving as he tore her pants open, before sinking his teeth into her shoulder, holding her down with his weight, and instantly her dragon knew she was trapped, there was no way out of this one. Fear hit her hard as his fist tangled in her hair, the other hand braced next to her head, holding him over her, and she screamed again as he forced himself into her body, forced himself onto her. Her scream died down to a whimper as he pulled back, only drive deeper into her, the pain searing through her body, crying and struggling helplessly, to terrified for her own child to do more than squirm. She was at a disadvantage and she knew it. His teeth shifted in her shoulder, biting down deeper as he drove further in, harder, more aggressive, the dragon screaming beneath him, pain searing her from the inside, before finally he pulled back. She squeezed her eyes shut, her cries dimming to fearful whimpers as she lay on the bed, feeling his grip on her shoulder break apart, quivering beneath the heated and cruel gaze he leveled her with. She quivered as lay on the bed, terrified as he left, only to come up, feeling him slide her jeans off, manhandling her body like he owned her, dressing her himself as he lifted her up. She didn't fight this time, tears trekking down her face, feeling his scent coat her like a disease, even as her dragon screamed, cried out, sought out anyone to soothe her pain. He slide her panties on first, followed by replacing her jeans, using the two to officially trap his seed against her, his scent lingering heavily as he'd claimed the frail dragon and planned to keep her. He slid his own shirt off, before pulling it atop her, forgoing a bra as she lay broken and limp in his arms, dressed in only half her own clothes, his scent heavy and coating her from top to bottom, and as his words reached her ears, she felt her body quiver, fear heightening as his words confirmed what she hoped he hadn't done. Welcome to the pride. He had claimed her. And she could only fear what that would mean came next. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song!

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