Wild

It started as a joke.
Evie had found a beautiful Emerald green and silver striped tie when she was out picking something for his birthday.
It was a beautiful color - and Warren often wore green accents.
She seemed more excited than Warren did when she got home. He'd sat on the couch and read the newspaper.

"Surprise!" Eve beamed when she came in. Warren looked up, and smiled back.
She made her way over to him, and sat on his lap. "Ash will be in daycare all day. What would you like to do for your special day?"
He shrugged. "No big deal. Maybe have a dinner that we don't have to cook ourselves?"
She kissed him. "That would be nice."
Warren ran his fingers trough her hair.
"We should get ready to go." He noted , barely removing his lips from hers.
"Do we have to?"
"Only if we want to eat."
She gave a whining moan, but pulled him to his feet.
They both skipped the shower, and changed into nicer clothes.
Evie managed to pull him into another kiss.
"Oh!" She gasped in his mouth. "I almost forgot; I got you something!" She pulled the brightly colored box out of her bag, and handed it to him.
He slowly unwrapped it. "This is the first birthday present I've gotten in years."
"Really?"
He nodded. "I've been living alone for a while."
He pulled the top of the box open and saw the brilliant green bow tie in the bottom.
It was pure silk, and seemed to reflect in his eyes.
"It's beautiful!" he held it up, admiring the details before tying it around his neck, pulling his collar down around it.
Evie smiled, and adjusted it so it sat strait and centered on his neck.
"Thank you, my love." Warren smiled and pulled her into a kiss wrapping his arms around her waist.

They settled on a resteraunt, and had a pleasent dinner.
They took their time and enjoyed the meal. Evie sat across from him, and her eyes kept trailing down to the bow he often ran his hand over. It barely covered the leather band behind his shirt.
It seemed to be a comforting move for him; like touching the bowtie calmed his nerves.
'He always looked handsome,' she thought, 'Why does he look so damned hot with that bow?! It's not like he never wore a bowtie before.'
Warren noticed the look on her face, and furrowed a brow playfully.
"Something wrong?"
His voice called her back to the present. "Oh, nothing. Just admiring how good you look in that bow."
They continued eating, but Evie felt a wetness growing within her that only semmed to get stronger as the day let on.
Evie slid her chair around, closer to her mate and rested her free hand on his.

'That's it,' she decided. 'He's getting some for sure when we get home.'
She was planing to give him a little 'birthday treat' later, but it may happen sooner than she expected.
Warren quickly and easily picked up the smell of her desire, but played it down, like he knew nothing. He was aware if he said anything it could set her off, and the last thing he wanted on his birthday was to get banned from such a lovely resterant.
When they were full, Warren payed the bill - Evie had fought him on that, saying it was his birthday; and he shouldn't have to pay, but in the end he won - and started home.

Evie kept her hand squarely on his thigh, rubbing and squeezing on occasion.
"Whoa, now!" Waren stated once after a particularly close rub, "Let's cool it off a bit. At least until we get home - you nearly made me swerve!"
She laughed, and kept her hand on his thigh, but stoped moving it.
He felt her deire rising and the scent of her lust sent him into his own. Which, in turn set her off further.

By the time they made it to their door, their faces were already flushed.
Waren managed, after some struggiling, to get the key in the door, and pushed it open, Evie tackiling him and kicking the door closed behind her.
Warren scooped her up, and carried her to their bed gently placing her down on it's soft comforter.
He started undiong his shirt, but she stopped him. She loved slowly, disrobing him. He allowed her to take charge, as she pulled his jacket off, tossing it carelessly across the room.
She undid the top few buttons, and pulled the collar through the bowtie, leaving it around his neck over the leather.
Warren raised an eyebrow. "So this is what we're doing?"
She laughed. "Apperantly so." she continued un-doing the buttons.

"As my Queen wishes." He bowed to her.
'Oh, god,' she gasped. She loved seeing her Alpha Blutbad Mate so submisive to her.
And he knew it.
Warren started slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse. It was beautiful on her - a cream color with dark brown cuffs on her sleeves.
He'd noted before the cream looked a little like the fur on her chest.
She finished with the buttons, and tugged the shirt out of his pants. She knelt on the bed so she sat eye-to-eye with the Blutbad, and ran her fingers under the fabric, gently pushing it off his shoulders, falling to the ground.
Where she was, she had a good view of the new bowtie. She took it in her mouth and tugged, pulling him ever closer.
He gave a playful smirk.
Her eyes opened at what she just did. "Oh. I. . I'm sorry." She blushed and started to turn away. Warren caught her face turning her to look at him.
"It is perfectly fine. You have collared me; Do with me what you will. I belong only to you."
She smiled, and asked; "Is there something you'd like to do special today?"
"My love, every time is special with you. I can't believe you chose me out of so many eligeable bachelors."

She kissed him again. "Flatterer. You know what I mean."
"I do."
She knew what he wanted; he wanted to loose controll; to not have to worry for once.
"You can." She whispered into his ear. "I will bring you back."
It stunned him. Not so much her words, but that she seemed to read his mind.
"I will never let you loose yourself. No matter what, I will keep you here. You will not be lost."
His whole body seemed to relax. "I would like that." He sighed as he closed his eyes.
"We can do it. Together there is nothing that can stop us."
She reached below him, and rubbed his hard erection through his pants, the sudden contact made his body buck to her.
She smiled, and alowed him to pull her blouse off completely.
Evie fiddled with his belt and zipper, but got them down as well.

Soon he stood before her completely naked, save for the Emerald green bowtie and leather collar around his neck.
She traced a few of the old scars over his body as sentualy as she could, knowing each one held a story.
"Come on," she beckoned to Warren, 'Let's get wild."
He started panting, but hesitated a moment more.
When he caught her expression, one of complete faith and encouragement, the fear subsided.
'Evie will bring me back. She won't let me loose myself. I trust her, just as she trusts me.'
He took a deep breath, and a glint of red passed through his eyes.
"If you're sure."
she nodded.
"Remember our safe word."
"Grimm."
"I figured that was a good safe word." Warren smiled as he pulled her pants off.
"A Grimm is enough to stop ANYTHING!"
He rubbed the inside of her thighs, they wouldn't be going slow this time, and he wanted to make sure she knew just how much she meant to him.

When they were both satisfied they were ready, they nodded to each other, and it began.
Warren grabbed her mouth in his and roughly took her in a kiss. He, at the same time, ran his hand down her stomach, pressing gently on her clit.
He grined as she threw herself to him.
Rubbing his erection against her, and pinning her hands above her head made her cry out.
"Oh, god! Warren!"
"Do you like it when I do this?"
The tip of his cock rammed itself into her clit.
"YES! Please! Dominate me! Make me submit!"
He rubbed himself to her a few times more, then stopped suddenly, grinning like a pervert.
"Oh, you want me to dominate you, huh?"
They both knew this was only a game, but Evie honestly loved him taking over in a Dominant Alpha attitude. She could come right now just thinking about him acting this way.
She had never been with a Blutbad before, but this was how she had imagined it would be. Only it wouldn't be a playful game, as it was to them. Any other would have taken her mercilessly without a thought about her.

Warren made it an extreamly pleasureable game.
"Yes! Warren, please!" She mewled at him, trying to make any submissive noise she could think of to encourage him further. "Be my Alpha!"
"'Alpha', huh?" He tugged her up, and pointed to his cock, standing at full attenetion.
"Then I think you'd better do something about his."
She smiled briefly -she knew this was a game, and tried to look as submissive as possible for it. She refused to break character - and took his massive cock as far as she could into her mouth.
She held his balls beneath him, but before she could start sucking, he held her head, and gently thrusted himself. He made sure the thrusts weren't deep; he absolutely refused to risk hurting her.
She was lost in it, smiling and purring around him.
She looked up at him, and found he was watching her, the green bowtie shining around his neck.
'You have collared me; Do with me what you will. I belong only to you.'
Oh, god!
She closed her eyes, and purred louder.
He pulled out a while later stroking himself.
She whined at the absence, but looked into his eyes, pleading for more.
She took to licking up and down his length, noting every vein, every ridge on him.
"Now, now," he scolded, "what say we take this further?"
She nodded eagerly, wondering what he had in mind.
He motioned to the bed, "Kneel down." She did as told. She knelt on the bed, her rear facing him.
Warren pressed his body against hers' and probed her with a finger. She was tight, and very wet.
He smirked again, placing another finger inside her, folowed by a third.
She gasped, and arched to him.
He gave a deep chuckle, and she smiled at him. "More."

The words stunned Warren. Sure it was kind of her idea to go 'wild', but he'd never thought she'd ask like that. 'She really must like it when I take controll.'
He was about to speak the words he'd always said when she asked for something. 'As you wish, my Queen.' But he thought better of it. He was supposed to be donimant today.
"What was that?" he wiggled his fingers around within her.
"MORE!" She gasped. "Please, Master! Fuck me more!"
He withdrew for a moment, and she turned to see if something was wrong.
He looked stunned, but he shook his head to clear it. 'It's just a game.' he reminded himself, and contunued.
"Ohh-hh. So we're finally accepting our roles." He roughly rubbed his fingers against her opening again.
She bucked, and moaned. "Y-yes! I am your bitch!"

He looped his free arm around her chest, and pulled her to his chest.
She arched against him, grabbing a hold of the bowtie.
She could feel his hot breath at her ear.
"I like to hear that." He growled.
"It's true. Please, Master! Please fuck me!" She tried to turn and nip at his jaw, but he held her in place.
"I'm not sure my subordinates should be giving their master orders. But I'll oblige, as you have never failed me before." He grabbed some of her hair, and she moaned happily.
"But you do not give me orders."
She nodded, very pleased how this was turning out.
Warren made sure he never hurt her by accident; everythig he did, as rough as it may seem, was calculated. She knew she could trust him, and he trusted her in return.

"Y-yes, Master! I'm sorry. I deserve to be punnished."
"Indeed you do. You will make me come at least twice. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
He pulled his fingers out of her, and pushed her so she was laying on her stomach on the bed.
He once more pinned her wrists down on the bed, and pulled her head up with his other.
They both took a moment and looked into each others' eyes. He was checking to see if it was still ok, and to give her a chance to use the safe word.
As if an agreement passed between them, he continued.
He took a deep breath, and rammed his hard cock into her dripping center.
He trust vigerously, holding her hair back.
He thought of something, and took her wrists, pulling her arms behind her, holding her on his erection.
"Oh, god! Ohh!"
"Are you ok like this?" he asked quietly, momentairliy breaking character.
Evie never lost a beat. "Ohh! Master! I love this! Harder!"

Encouraged he wasn't hurting her, he moved so he was kneeling on the bed, and, holding her arms still, thrusted harder, her body naturally swinging.
Her feet were still securely on the bed, and the movements caused every fiber of her being to scream with pleasure, and she came hard.
She was loving this to her bones; he had never been this rough to her. He pulled out of her, and lapped at the juices that came from within her. He was unable to resist.
"Master? Did I do good?"
Warren loked up and huffed. "So far. But what kind of. . . " he hesitated at the word. "Bitch dosen't please her master?"
She lowered her head tilting it slightly. If she was going to be submissive, she had to do it right.
"Did I not please you?" She gave her saddest look.
He pumped himself, and motioned with his head for her to hold on to the headboard at the foot of the bed. She turned and did as told, letting a smile escape her lips.
He held her hips, and she braced herself for his penitration.
"Woge for me." He demanded, his face near her ear. She knew he loved it when she did, and quickly felt the rush as her human body changed into her fox.

He took a moment and looked at her tattered left ear. He was surprised she had asked for this. He never would have; he was too afraid it would make her think of Tayler.
But if she demanded it, he would obey. Despite this fun game, it was always Evie that was in charge.
He smiled, and got right back into character.
"Now, then, it appears I have to show you who's the master here." His voice became much gruffer, and she felt his claws dig slightly into her back. He had Woged, as well.
She let out another purr. 'Now things are getting interesting.'
Warren made one quick movement, and was inside her again, biting at the back of her neck as he rammed her from behind.
"Call out my name." He ordered.
"Yes, Master!" She moaned. "Waren! Your cock is huge! Oh, god! Warren!"
She pushed down on the wood, and arched to meet him. He, in turn, put a large hand on her shoulders, and held his weight on her. She came again.
When she came down from another wave, she turned to face him.
Warren shook his head. "Shamefull. You came before me, twice, and I not once."
She took his cock in her mouth again, sucking deeply.
Warren never had a moment to say anything.

She sucked greedily, nipping at the sensitive tip. Warren placed his hand on her head again, making sure he didn't dig his claws into her.
"Faster."
She obeyed. Suddenly he pulled himself out of her mouth with a slight pop.
"Open."
She smiled and obeyed, Warren holding her jaw. He puffed out his chest, and came.
She waited until he was looking at her, and swallowed. He panted a moment, then spoke again.
"That was once."
He wondered briefly what he should do next. He was never one for porn, but he almost wished he was. It may have given him some ideas what to do now.
Evie seemed to pick up un his loss, and turned her face away from him.
"Perhaps my Master would like to pleasure him again?"
"Yes." Warren agreed, unable to think of anything else. He would have to do more research if they were going to try something like this again.
"That's. . . that's what I was thinking." He tried in a mock bravado.
She nodded submissively. "Of course, Master."
Before she lowered her face to meet his member, he stopped her, pulling her face to his.
'Thank you.' His eyes spoke to hers'. She bowed her head in submisson, and went down on him.
She really wanted to take that bowtie of his in her mouth and use it to steady herself on him as he rides her, but for now, she would focus on their game.
She moaned and purred around him, and pumped away at his shaft.

'What should I do? I usually make her come at least one more time. I know this is a game, but I still want her to know I love her.'
He pulled himself out of her -with some difficulty; she almost refused to releace him - and pulled her back on his lap as he layed down against the headboard.

"That was odd." Warrens' eyebrow raised thinking about what had just happened.
"Mmmm, fun, though." Evie nuzzeld his chest. "I kinda like 'take charge Warren'. Gave me quite a thrill."
He ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face.
"It scared me a little bit." He admitted. "I was so afraid I would hurt you. Or bring back bad memories of your last."

"I think we can consider this my lucky tie." He laughed. "Though I hope I can use it for other occasions as well."

There was a reference in there, if you found it.
Comment if you think you've got it.

I do not own the original Grimmsters.
I only own Warren, and Evie.