Rated M for Mature ;p

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Vulpes enters the small room, his eyes cast about her work space in all directions. The sight of a bed makes him raise his eyebrows.

"Just what are we doing here?," he asks, turning to face Flora.

"Perform any acts of wrath lately?," she asks unexpectedly.

Vulpes makes a show of searching his mind.

"Ah no, nothing comes to mind."

Flora smirks, of course not. "Guess what a little bird just told me? The Emperor destroyed an entire family line and even had their manor torn down for some unknown slight."

Vulpes smiles mightily, sending a delightful chill down her spine.

"Husband," she purrs. "What did you do?"

"I did it for you and the children," he says, still smiling as he moves closer.

Pleasure and satisfaction course through her body, "Tell me about it, spare no detail."

Vulpes feels content as his wife smiles upon him. This is what he missed, someone that understood.

"During my interrogation of Miranda, it was found that her Uncle, the former General Marcus was the driving force behind the attack."

"Oh I remember General Marcus," Flora says, giving a brief impersonation of his scowling face. "He hated your guts."

Vulpes smiles, "He thought to control the throne through her."

"I guess they forgot who I am," her husband continues. "In the early morning hours, I struck. Soldiers were placed around the compound and all the ways in and out of Flagstaff was monitored. Marcus and his family were dragging into the courtyard in their night clothes, any that refused or resisted were immediately executed. He knew why I was there, he didn't deny anything as the charges were read aloud. They were all were made to watch as the manor was set ablaze. It was glorious! Afterwards, I had them hauled away in chains, guilty of treason. The women and children were sold off. The men put to death by Deathclaw."

"A Deathclaw?, " she exclaims, amused with the mental image of soft men running for their lives from a relentless monster.

"Yes my love, it was the only way," he grins wickedly. "Had the beast dragged all the way from Sloan."

"How long did they last?," Flora inquires.

"Oh, about twenty minutes, " he replies casually. "It took longer to corral the beast afterwards."

Noticing her brilliant smile, Vulpes throws an arm around her waist, drawing her close, "Does that satisfy you, my queen?"

In truth, they were all dead, he didn't need problems cropping up later, no loose ends. The auction was merely something to humiliate Marcus further and serve as a reminder to others of his absolute power. Miranda was the only living member of her line, something that he hopes to remedy once they all return to Flagstaff. Perhaps it will be something he and Flora could share.

He goes to kiss his wife but is prevented when her hand seizes his jaw, pushing his head up and away.

"Not so fast, my dear husband," she says firmly in a sweetened tone. "I told you earlier, you still still need to pay for your part."

Vulpes looks down at his wife, her hand still holding his jaw.

"What would you have on me?," he asks.

"I want you to kneel,' she states. "Can you do that or is your pride still too large? "

"As you command," her husband responds.

Flora smirks, removing her hand, "There's a good boy."

Down on his knees Vulpes takes her hand, surprising her.

"Flora, my love, my wife, the mother of my children. Will you come back with me to Flagstaff?"

Dumbfounded, Flora stares at her husband and his stupid, hopeful grin. A mountain of memories and emotion surges, holding her so tightly she can barely breath. Part of her longs to give in and graciously accept his offer while the wild part of her bays for retribution. Snatching her hand away, Flora harshly slaps her kneeling husband. The look of shock on his face brings a toothy smile to her face.

"Save your honeyed words for your whores," she snarls.

Dark thoughts gather behind her husband's bright blue eyes as he begins to recover from the shock of being struck. Flora moves quickly, grasping his chin in her fingers, holding it tightly.

"I am not one of your whores," she hisses. "You will address me as your equal or nothing at all. Do you understand?"

He continued silence draws another snarl from her, "Speak, damn you!"

Vulpes gives her a hard look before nodding his head. "I understand," he says flatly.

Flora purses her lips as she retains ownership of his chin.

"I know you can do better than that," she coos. "Try again."

Vulpes gives her another firm look.

"This will happen," she states clearly, staring deep into his eyes. "If you are not willing, say so and leave."

Flora grins, watching her husband look away.

"I do not wish to leave," he states. "Not without my family. "

"Then try again, my love," she says sweetly, releasing his chin.

Vulpes gives a soft sigh as he gathers himself.

"Flora Isabel Santos, daughter of the Ancients, Wild Goddess of the Mojave. Would you consider returning with me to the Capital?"

"Much better," she purrs, caressing his face.

Her husband gives a soft smile under her touch.

"It pains me that you no longer see me as your equal, " Flora begins. "I remember a time when you demanded that others acknowledge my worth. I know it was those lazy, pompous, lecherous Senators that convinced you I was only a mere woman, pity that you believed them. I meant what I said earlier, all I did was for you. I wanted you to be proud of me."

Vulpes says nothing, his gaze focused on the floor of her work space. Flora sighs, bringing his attention back to her.

"But that's why you are here, to regain my allegiance?"

"It's more than that," her husband speaks, sensing his opportunity. "I didn't realize what I had until it was gone. Mars has blessed me with a second chance, a chance to make this right. I know that I am unworthy of your love and devotion but if you'll allow me, I can try to make it up to you."

"Pretty words mean nothing without action, " she counters.

"What would you have of me?," he asks. "How can I prove my conviction?"

Flora smiles, "I'm glad you asked. For starters, I want you to strip."

Vulpes gives a wolfish grin, "As you command, my queen."

Despite not wanting to appear too eager, Flora watches her husband disrobe. Familiar scars and marks come into view. Bearing only a wide grin, he stands naked before her inviting her gaze. Her eyes linger on his hardening member.

"Kneel," she commands after having viewed her fill of his body.

He kneels at her feet. Flora extends her hand, cupping his cheek as Vulpes leans into her touch.

"I missed you," he says, staring into her eyes.

"I missed you too," she replies.

It was true, no one quite understood her like Vulpes. His sudden appearance had reminded her how much she did miss him.

Flora caresses her husband's face, before running her fingers through his hair.

"You've disappointed me," she says, snatching his head back.

"I'm a disappointment," he repeats.

"I'm going to punish you."

"Please," he whines.

Flora smiles, "All I good time. But first we need to find you a collar, so we can show everyone who you belong to."

"Yes," Vulpes says.

"Who do you belong to?," Flora asks, her hand cupping his jaw.

"You."

"Who?"

"You," he says louder. "I belong to you, my queen."

"Yes, you do and you always will," she smiles. "Now give me a kiss."

Vulpes leans forward, placing a kiss on her clothed mound.

"Very good," she praises, caressing his cheek. "Now let's find you a collar."

Flora looks around her work room, eyes searching when she spots it.

"Close you eyes," she orders.

Vulpes closes his eyes, hearing Flora walk away. She comes back, standing before him. Something silky touches his skin, making him flinch.

"Stay still," Flora says.

A narrow strip of cool, smooth fabric trails along his shoulders, before it winds around his neck. It tightens for a brief moment before Flora adjusts it, the silk ribbon travels down his chest across his nipple. It continues downward until it touches his erect penis. She winds the ribbon around his member before pulling it taunt, the cool fabric encasing him.

"Open your eyes," Flora commands. "Look at yourself."

Vulpes casts his eyes downward at his wrapped appendage.

"This is a gift, your gift to me and only me. I will unwrap my gift when I am ready to enjoy it."

"Yes," Vulpes replies.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, my queen,."

"Very good, my pet," she replies. "Now let's get a collar on you."

Vulpes sits still as Flora threads another red silk ribbon around his neck, her face filling his field of vision. He takes the moment, enjoying the look of concentration on her face as the cool fabric tightens around his neck.

"You shall not talk until I remove this collar," Flora states. "Do you remember our word?"

Vulpes nods, "Deathclaw."

"Excellent!," Flora says. "Now be a good boy."

She turns her back to Vulpes as she gets undressed, carefully folding her clothes, making the moment last. Flora turns around, feeling his gaze upon her. Having to work outdoors again had toned her body, reminding herself of the time before children. Of course the stretch marks on her stomach and breasts would always be present, same as the scars that covered her shoulders and thigh. The bullet wound near her heart, testament to the fantastical allegiance Flora once carried for him. If she was being truthful with herself, the flame once carried for Vulpes had fizzled from raging inferno to just barely flickering embers, but if handled just right, those embers could used to set the world afire.

Vulpes remains kneeling, his bound erection bobbing in the air. He reaches out to caress her thigh, only to have his hand smacked away.

"No," Flora says sternly. "You have not earned the right.

He growls, earning another smack.

"No!," she says, pointing a finger in his face.

Vulpes nips at her finger.

"You keep that up and I'm going to whip you!"

Her husband leans back and huffs in frustration.

"That's more like it," Flora says, patting him on the head.

"Stay," she commands as she walks across the room to the bed.

Straddles the corner of the bed, she opens her legs wide.

"Here," Flora orders.

Like an obedient dog, he crawls over, kneeling before her. Flora leans back, her fingers reaching for her folds, feeling Vulpes' intent gaze. Watching his face, she explores her honeypot with teasing fingers.

"Open," she commands.

Vulpes opens his mouth, accepting her moist fingers. She watches as he eagerly laps the juice from her fingers. Amused, Flora places three fingers in herself then into his mouth. As his tongue runs over her fingers, she begins to thrust her fingers in and out of his mouth. She works four fingers into his mouth, pushing them further into his mouth until he gags. Flora smiles, withdrawing her fingers from him. Feigning disgust, she wipes her fingers across his chest.

An idea pops into her head, a slight smile sits upon her lips.

"Stay," she commands as she stands and goes across the room.

Noticing Vulpes watching, she orders him to look away. Up in the closet, on an almost hidden shelf, sits a small box. With mischievous intentions, Flora brings it down. Inside sits a wooden dildo, one purchased from a passing merchant that specialized in items for lonely housewives. The man had offered to show her how to use it and they passed a wonderful afternoon while the children were at school.

"Suck," she says, handing him the dildo.

Flora smiles at the hardened look upon his face. She leans down, lifting his chin.

"Show me how you like your cock to be sucked," she purrs, running her fingernails down his neck.

Flora smiles watching his nipples harden at the sensation. She runs her hand over his chest before pinching each pert nipple. Continuing her hand down his arm, she lifts his hand holding the wooden phallis.

"Show me," she orders, her other hand caressing his back, bringing the tip to his mouth.

Vulpes opens his mouth, accepting the wooden cock.

"Good Boy," Flora coos as he runs his tongue around the head before sucking.

Closing his eyes, he takes the wooden cock, drawing it further into his mouth. Flora kneels beside him, her hands wandering his chest.

"Keep your eyes open," she instructs.

Vulpes opens his eyes, pulling the dildo out of his mouth. His tongue circles the head once before the cock delves back into his mouth. Flora makes a pleased sound as begins to kiss his neck, her hand wandering lower and lower. She stops just above the wrapped base, running her finger through his dark curls. Dancing her fingers along his bound length, she delights in finding a dampened spot on the end of his encased erection. Vulpes attempts to take the wooden cock deeply but is unable. He coughs, pulling the cock from his mouth causing ropes of saliva break and fall to his chin.

"Relax your throat," Flora instructs, tilting his head.

"Go easy," she adds, guiding the dildo back into his mouth.

Vulpes relinquishes his grip on the dildo as Flora takes control. She rises, standing before him, holding the dildo at her groin level.

"Open," she commands.

Vulpes opens his mouth, Flora places the head of the wooden phallus on his tongue.

"Show me what a good little cock sucker you can be," she growls, pushing the dildo into his mouth.

He gets to work, his head bobbing back and forth as Flora gently rocks her hips. She reaches down, caressing his head. Watching her husband suck her wooden cock was turning Flora on. She begins to ache from want.

"Get on the bed," she commands, pulling the wooden dildo from his lips with a soft pop.

Vulpes gives an apprehensive look but crawls on to the bed, awaiting her instruction.

"Lie down," she says, pointing to a particular spot.

Doing as he's told, Vulpes lies down, eyes focused on her, awaiting her next command. She straddles his waist, carefully moving until she is squatted above his face. Making herself comfortable, Flora lowers her pussy until she rests just above his mouth.

"Lick," she commands.

Using his tongue, Vulpes circles her clit, drawing a small moan from her. The sound encourages him as he begins to make wider strokes. She wiggles, flexing her hips as she chases the sensation. For a brief moment, he sticks his tongue into her, lapping up her juices. By the Gods, Vulpes has a gifted tongue, she thinks as he dips into her honeypot again. Flora can feel the beginnings of an orgasm as she pumps her hips. He alternates spearing her with his tongue and drawing circles around her clit, increasing the sensation, eager to assist in her release. Flora cries out as the wave crests and breaks.

Vulpes pulls her down onto his tongue, thrusting it in and out of her pulsing channel. Feeling the movement of his tongue inside of her and his greedy fingers kneading her flesh intensifies her orgasm. Flora rides his face until she is sated, falling away with a content noise. Breathing heavily, she locks eyes with her husband, who looks at her with hungry eyes, her juices spread across his face. She knows the collar will keep him in place until she can collect herself and continue her torture of him. Part of her wants to remove the collar and let him have her, to lord over and make her his again. The idea is appealing, causing the juices to flow yet again but ultimately Flora decides that she will have some more fun with her husband before giving herself over.

"Lay down," she commands.

Vulpes eagerly rolls on his back, his wrapped member standing tall. Flora walks to his sides, trailing her fingers down his side. With delicate fingers, she unwraps his cock, the head shiny with pre-cum. Using a finger, Flora touches his swollen head, rubbing the slick liquid around. Her fingers dance down the length of his shaft til she reaches his thick base. Encasing his shaft in her palm, she gives him a few strokes, feeling him twitch in her grasp. Vulpes thrusts upwards in eager anticipation.

"Down boy," Flora giggles. "You don't move a muscle. Do you understand?"

Seeing him nod in agreement, Flora rewards her husband with a quick taste. Her warm tongue swirls over his sensitive head. Biting back a moan, Vulpes fights to remain still. Anxious to torture him further, Flora takes him into her mouth, her tongue sweeping around the head of his cock, the taste of pre-cum bitter. Vulpes curses, his hands reaching out to her. Quick as a flash, she spits him out. Grabbing his chin, Flora eyes him fiercely.

"What did I tell you?! Speak!"

"To not touch, my queen"

"You must want me to punish you," she grins.

"Please," Vulpes whines.

Flora smiles, "Since you can not control yourself, I will have to restrain you."

Finding some thin rope, she binds his hands to the railing above his head.

"Be still, " she growls. " Or I will leave you for the night to cool down alone."

Vulpes nods in agreement.

"Good Boy," Flora coos, stroking his cheek gently.

"Now where were we?"

Returning to his cock, she is delighted to find the tip glistening once again. Using a wide stroke of her tongue, the pre-cum is gathered away. Keeping eye contact with her bound captive, Flora takes his length in her mouth. Hearing his sharp intake brings her great delight. She gently bites on his swollen head before taking his length again, allowing her teeth to rake down his tender flesh. Flora continues further, nipping at his tightened sack, running her tongue over the sensitive skin. Feeling him shift under her greatly amuses her. The look of want of her husband's face encourages her to move onto other activities. Flora crawls up his body, til she sits just before his eager cock.

"All in good time," she coos, rubbing herself against his base.

She lays on his body, sandwiching his hard cock between them.

"How bad you want it?," Flora teases.

Her husband responds by arching himself into her. She responds in kind, working herself along his length, her slick folds caressing him. Pulling herself further up, Flora feels his firm member resting against her entrance. Vulpes growls in frustration as she teases him, wiggling against him.

"Not yet," she croons.

She shifts, rearranging herself to once again envelope him in her slick folds. Kissing his chest, Flora works herself back and forth, using her warmth to tease him. At times, she slides forward enough to feel the head of his cock press against her entrance, only to deny him and slide down his rigid shaft. Effectively riding him, she rocks her hips as she glides up and down him. Vulpes pumps his hips in hopes of obtaining more sensation as the thin rope tightens around his wrists.

"Let's see how well you can control yourself," she says with half closed eyes, her mind starting to fog with desire.

Flora kisses him, his lips conveying what he cannot say.

"Stay very still," she whispers, breaking off his hungry kisses. "You move, I stop. Do you understand?"

Vulpes breathes hard, nodding his head. Flora kisses him soundly as she shifts yet again. This time she pulls herself forward, freeing him from her folds. Slowly backing up, she feels the firm poke of his slick cock. Locking eyes with him, Flora pushes back, feeling him enter her. Releasing a soft moan, she continues to take him.

"By the Gods, I forgot how big you were," Flora breathes when his cock is fully seated within her.

Vulpes breathes through his nose, his eyes closed tightly at the sensation of being inside his wife again. Slowly she begins to rock her hips, her husband had yet to open his eyes. Eager to get a reaction out of her captive, Flora lifts herself til almost free of him before slowly impaling herself. She repeats this action, each sequence quicker than the last. On the fourth rotation, she is rewarded by a smothered moan from Vulpes. Satisfied, Flora returns to rocking her hips, leaning forward to gain the most sensation. He fills her nicely as she acts on pure need. With soft moans and breathy cries, a telltale warmth begins to grow between her legs. Her body demands more, she needs him now. Reaching up, she pulls the loose end of the red ribbon that encircles her husband's neck, watching it tighten before loosening and unspooling from around his neck. Vulpes opens his eyes, watching his wife ride his cock.

"Fuck me," Flora cries, feeling her pussy begin to flutter.

"As you command," he grins, pulling himself free, the thin rope snapping like thread. Gripping her hips, he begins to thrust up while pulling her down to meet him. The sound of flesh on flesh, along with Flora's hedonistic cries fill the small room. Eager to feel his wife cum upon his cock, Vulpes angles for her spot. His efforts are rewarded as he feels her crest, throbbing wonderfully around him. Holding her hips, he continues to thrust, prolonging her orgasm til she falls upon his chest, spent.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for quite a while," he grins, slowly moving below her.

It feels divine to lay with her again. A firm thrust makes her moan, music to his ears.

"Enough," she calls. "I can't."

"Yes, you can," Vulpes coaxes, increasing his thrusts. "Roll over my love, let me take care of you."

They exchange places, Flora lay splayed on her back as her husband kneels between her legs. The sight of her so open and vulnerable stirs him. Vulpes crawls over her, holding himself above her as he settles into place. Kissing her tenderly, he slides into her, giving a soft moan against her lips when he fully seats himself. Despite telling himself that he would be gentle, Vulpes fucks his wife. His need conveying into quick, hard thrusts. Flora works her hips, holding onto him as he pounds into her, while little noises escape from her tender lips. With a low growl, he buries himself to the hilt as he cums.

"I love you," he says against her lips, kissing her softly.

"I love you too," she whispers.