♥Ŝħåŧŧĕŗēđ ♂ şő ♀ βęàūťífű∫∫ŷ♥ ⌠⌠Mature∏Private⌡⌡

There are endless ways for people to be broken.
...mentally...
...emotionally...
...physically...
...spiritually...
There are just as many ways for them to be broken.
...abuse...
...neglect...
...loss...
There are just two options for those broken people.
...struggle to heal...
...give up and die shattered...
Regardless of they were broken, regardless of how they are broken, regardless of if they heal or if they pass on,
They all have one thing in common.
They are
Shattered so Beautifully

♥Ŝħåŧŧĕŗēđ ♂ şő ♀ βęàūťífű∫∫ŷ♥ ⌠⌠Mature∏Private⌡⌡ Balan

Six feet two inches of bad attitude and pure contempt, Balan had teal eyes that said he would fuck you, kill you, and forget about you in one night if he wanted to. He had a body women wanted to have pressed against them and men just wanted to have. Even without trying to maintain it, he had a sexily sculpted muscles that screamed of power and held himself in a way that spoke of self control. He was a dark bad boy that rocked his look without trying to.

That was what made him stand out, that late Friday evening, as he stood in line at the grocery store.

The small town of Stalkholm was tucked up in the mountains, not far from a highway so there was a never ending flow of new faces, most dirty and treated with an unwelcoming air. The town had a plaza where the super market, two fast food places, a bowling alley, movie theater, and arcade framed three sides of a square parking lot. That was the hub of all life in the small town.

That was what had made Balan choose to visit the mom and pop store at the edge of town.

Despite the fact that Stalkholm was perceived as tight-knit and protective of insiders, everyone in the area treated him like a stranger, even though he had lived there for over twelve years. When he was a preteen, he had moved into the large manor at the top of the hill that over looked the town. He had lived there for most of his life with his grandmother. They were the only occupants of the giant house and since neither were seen often, there were many rumors of them being inhuman.

That was not the only rumor, but it was the only one that he really cared about it.

Taking a step forward, Balan counted the two people in front of him. Amazingly, it felt like he had been in line for hours, despite the fact that the granny in front of him had only rung up on person. The young man was hardly patient with it.

His mind was distracted from the rumors and the wait by a whisper. Two of the women in the back isle were whispering about him. Shaking his head, he listened to the whispers.

"I heard he is a demon!"
"Come on, you can't buy into that stuff."
"It's true!"
"Yeah, but it is also true that he is filthy rich."
"...Okay, I get your point. He isn't bad looking either."
"Exactly! Look at that ass. Jeans have never looked better."
"Really!" She laughed and then added seriously, "but I still think they are right. There is something...different."
"That is what makes him hot."

Balan's lips twisted in something that could almost be called a smile...almost. There was no joy, no emotion behind it. Rich, he was. Inhuman, he proudly was. If only they knew. The girl that talked big would piss herself and make a run for it. He had seen it a million times before.

"This all you want, dear?" the old lady asked with a blind smile on her face. Though she wore circular glasses that covered most of her face, her eyes were still so narrowed there was no way that she could see.

Nodding once, Balan answered in a low, gruff tone, "That and a pack of smokes." Once it was all rung up, the werewolf headed straight towards the door of the shop.

Spoiler:

Car after car..
after car...
after car...
after another damn car...
... "Fuck..."

♥Ŝħåŧŧĕŗēđ ♂ şő ♀ βęàūťífű∫∫ŷ♥ ⌠⌠Mature∏Private⌡⌡ Neko-4

She stood on her street corner, showing the tools that she had. Her tail swayed in an inviting fashion from side to side. Her perky ears stood straight up. Her placid blue eyes stared into each and every car that stopped by her. She bent over and peered into a few driver side windows, giving a very inviting smile. Males would roll down their windows for a peak, maybe a little brush of her chest. Many of her customers were the "taken" kind. They seemed to be more of a challenge for her, and she loves things to be hard.

Kayden, her most recent client, was a father of three and married to a beautiful workaholic. She had no time for him, or his extensive sex life. When he first laid eyes on the beautiful Neko, his heart dropped. He took her home the first time and they played a little cat and mouse, but soon they started sex. He was always against fucking in his wife's bed, but all other parts of the house were game and the little Neko loved every place. Soon things changed fast and she was being taken to his work during his lunch break and having some intense activities right on his desk. Eventually they made it to Kayden's bed, and everything went sour. Kayden's wife happened to be an Inu and she almost instantly smelled the fur of the Neko, left on her bed. Kayden stopped visiting with the Neko and stayed faithful to his family.

Sure she lost one client, but there were always more newer ones, just waiting to get a taste of this pretty pussy cat. It would only be a matter of time for her to find another replacement. And sure enough one was right on his way to her place, her corner. He pulled up in his Mercedes and smiled at her, nodding his head. "How much?" he asked as he rolled down his window. "If you have to ask, you can't afford..." she started walking away, but he grabbed her wrist. "Oh please, just come ride me and we can talk details later.." Having her back to him, she smiled a wicked smile. These males were the easiest to collect from. She turned her eyes to his brown pools of melted chocolate and nodded her head. "Get into the back seat." He quickly obeyed and she entered his car.

After making him cum and herself cum about 3 times, she was satisfied. For now. She had gotten quite a large sum for the deed and smiled as she tucked the money into her bra. She brushed her tongue over his dick one last time, thanking him. His eyes rolled back into his head and he begged for more, and she was about to comply, but something caught her eye. No, it was someone. "Sorry hun, duty calls" she said as she exited his car. She dusted off her clothes, pulling her skirt a little higher up than before. She watched the male from across the way, just exiting the grocery store. He was handsome. He was stunning. She wanted him. She had to have him.

Rika slowly made her way over to him, her tail swayed slightly, but not too fast. She was excited, but very good at showing it. As she approached, she smiled up at him, "do you need help into your car? I'm sure I could be of service". Then a familiar scent touched the tip of her nose. It was familiar. It was rare. A sly smile crept onto her tender face.

Cat

Balan knew what he was smelling before he consciously realized he had caught a scent. Despite the fact that he really would have preferred to not vary from his path, his eyes flicked around. It was odd to smell others that were even similar to him. Inus and nekos were considerably more common than weres, such as Balan, himself. However, even they were treated like monsters, maybe even more so. It was rare to see an inu or neko that wasn't reduced to a sex item.

When his eyes landed on the beautiful, delicate Rika, he saw that she was no different. He felt no pity for her. Only contempt.

"No," he answered her, the one word all he needed to express his disinterest. Yet, his body was attracted to her even if his mind was not. It had been a long time since he had held the warm flesh of a woman. It made him want her. But he was a perfect example of mind over matter and he didn't let himself get tempted by the neko.

Continuing walking, he headed straight towards the edge of town. He would follow along the street for a while and then there was an unkept, dirt road that went straight up to the manor.

Rika smiled as he rejected her. It wasn't a happy smile, but one of a challenge. "Game on" she thought to herself. She purred in silence as she slowly followed him. Hiding in the shadows, she was hot on his trail. She loved cat and mouse, and in this case, he was the mouse. She followed him onto the dirt path. Although she felt a little scared, she was still eager to taste the mutt.

As they approached the mansion, she stared up in awe. "He's rich!" she cheered to herself. Her tail expressed her happiness as she plotted how to gain entry.

Though Balan could smell the feline creature behind him, he refused to face her. In his mind, so long as he stubbornly refused to acknowledge her, she was not actually there. He knew logically that she was, but figured she lost her influence if she was treated as unimportant. Of course, he knew cats and knew that this would probably turn into a game to her. There was no way to discourage her from it either.

At the front door of the manor, he paused briefly, digging the key from his pocket. As he searched for it, he glanced at the feline and warned her, "It looks like rain tonight. Might want to get back to town and find somewhere to stay." It wasn't concern but annoyance in his tone. He didn't want her there.

With that, he walked into his home, closing and locking it behind him. Balan went to his kitchen and began to cook. The smell of it was simply delicious. Living on his own for so long had made him into a talented chief.

She continued to follow him, even after his warning. This was a game to her, and the ball wasn't in her court. As he entered the house, she heard the lock behind him. Her ears twitched, but she wouldn't give up. Rika never gave up. She started walking around the house and then she felt it, light at first. A raindrop landed on the tip of her pink nose. "Oh no", she whispered to herself. It wasn't long before the slow and few drops turned to many and fast. She walked around the house and could smell the cooking. Her tail pressed along her body, was soaked, along with all her clothes. She came around the house until she found a window that had light coming from it. She raced to the window and saw her little mouse, eating at the table. Her stomach grumbled and she placed both hands on the pane. She mewed quietly, but loud enough for the dog to hear. He ears pressed tightly around her head, as she began to shake from the cold. Surely nobody would let a little kitteh freeze.

Oddly, the werewolf set the whole table every time he fed himself. Something about the routine of laying out the dishes, arranging the food onto platters, and lighting candles made his days seem more manageable. It was the small segments of schedule that helped him as he desperately clung to his sanity. He was a wolf, a canine, a social creature. Even if he didn't see it, his current lifestyle was slowly destroying his mind.

Leaving all of the curtains and blinds open, he eagerly opened up his home for the magnificent show that mother nature was going to put on. Already he could hear the music in the distance and knew it wouldn't take the lights long to show.

By welcoming the storm, however, he made it rather easier for illumination to show out and the feline to find him. For a moment, he stubbornly refused to look at her as he watched the dark, threatening skin. He made a bit of a show about enjoying his chicken Parmesan and the 1957 white wine he had picked out to accompany it and the French bread. His mind lingered on those things, trying to distract himself from the bosomy beauty that was pressed up against the window.

It barely worked for the first second. Then she meowed and he felt his walls crumbled.

Groaning and hating himself already for what he was about to do, he pushed away from the table and stood up. Practically storming through the house, he went to the front door, unlocked it, and called, "Come here you damn cat!" Waiting for her to show up, he pointed threateningly and told her, "You steal anything, you break anything, you make an unneeded mess, and you're ass is out. You are to cause me no trouble. I am not a kind person and I am not helping you. Do you understand this?" Once again he paused, this time for her agreement. Receiving it, he stepped aside so she could enter and told her, "The first door is a bathroom, dry yourself of before joining me at the table."

With that, he snapped the door shut behind her, locking it once again, and returned to the table. Rather than begin eating again, he followed etiquette and made up a plate for his guest. The table was a small one, but Balan still didn't want her between himself and the window, so he set her to his life side. They were a bit too close, but he was more concerned with watching the sky than what she would think.

Rika perked her ears as she saw him move quickly from the table. She was somewhat frightened, but also overjoyed. Then she heard his voice. It was deep and sexy. She ran to the front door and stood before him, making sure her wet breasts still looked desirable. His voice was still sexy, even when he threatened her. She wanted to jump his bones right then and there, but maybe a hot shower would be a good idea and get the stench of the other male off of her.

She walked into the house, looking at the walls and noticing how expensive and old everything looked. She finally made it to the bathroom and dropped her bag of things down. She opened it only to find that all the contents inside were soaking wet. "Damnit," she mewed to herself. She looked around the room and saw a towel and a rope. A smile slid across her face. She stripped her skimpy clothes and stepped into the shower. As the warm water hit her body, she released a moan of enjoyment. She wasn't about to please herself in the lone bathroom, no she would wait until later tonight to pounce on him. As she washed her hair, she sang aloud. Her voice sounded of an angel's, soft and beautiful.

As she stepped out of the shower, she dried herself off with the towel and then placed it back on the rack. She grabbed the robe off the hook and wrapped it around her curvy, naked body. She walked out of the bathroom and found her way to the table. The house was huge. He must have been richer than anyone she had ever called a "client". She sat down at the table and looked down at her food. Her stomach grumbled, but she would be polite. "Thank you so much. I am sorry to be a bother, but I had nowhere else to go." Her voice was soft and meaningful.

Spotting the feline's new attire, his body reacted with arousal. He wasn't one for ropes, but the cat wore them well. Forcing the perverted thoughts away, he turned his attention to anything but her body. "Then maybe it wouldn't be wholly out of place to examine your life's path," Balan answered with a smile, and despite the fact that his tone was practically warm, the words were barbed and meant to be cruel. When he did heard her stomach grumble and did something that was slightly out of character for himself. Instead of just tucking in, he gestured at the spread before them and assured her, "You may eat as much as whatever you want. I am not your mother and don't care what you preferred." Then he lifted his knife and fork and began to eat again. His eyes remained on the window as he ate and he ignored any attempts at conversation. He did not bring her in to be social. He did so out of contempt for the way she let herself live. He would let her feel no uncertainty about that.

When he had finished his meal, he stood up and gathered the empty dishes before venturing into the kitchen. Turning on the hot water, he did the mundane task with practiced ease. Despite the fact that he was doing them by hand, there was a dish washer just two steps away. The werewolf had a natural distrust of electronics and figured that if he did it by hand, he knew that it was done well. Letting it go otherwise would be the product of nothing but laziness.

Locating the feline again, he told her sternly, "Follow me." Wordless and brooding, he led her through the halls to one of the guest bedrooms. The bed inside was a four post canopy bed. The curtains were a hazy, semi-transparent pink, the blankets on the bed were a pale pink, the thick carpet on the floor was nearly an inch thick and was a soft shade of purple, the walls were oddly dark, but the white ceiling and sky light on the ceiling opened the room up well. There was a dresser beside a door that led to a small bathroom and the far wall had a walk in closet.

Standing by the door, Balan informed her blatantly, "There are white dresses in the closet in many sizes. You may borrow one if any fit. You will be sleeping here. There is a washer in the closet, so please tend to your things so I don't have to see you flaunt your skin." Cold, calculating, he hid his attraction to her very well, except for the fact that his eyes stayed on her beautiful body nonstop. The way her soft flesh was pressed by the rope and held a healthy flush...he wouldn't think about it.

Turning away, he left and warned over his shoulder, "You aren't to wonder about my home or I shall throw you out." With that, he left to his room. Oddly, his room was not the master bedroom of the place. Even though his grandmother had left him the house, he couldn't seem to take her room. It was just too creep.

Instead, he slept in a room that wasn't quite small that had a cardboard thin, green carpet, a full size bed in one corner with no sheets an a comforter piled on top, and random personal effects scattered over top of the dresser and on the floor. This was his room and that was how he liked it.

Stripping naked like always, he flopped on the bed and rolled once to cover himself with the blanket. His eyes closed and his breathing evened, but he wasn't truly asleep.

Rika finished her meal rather quickly. She had learned to eat fast, since she never really knew when she would get her next meal or from where. One thing was for certain, she wished it would be here. The more she looked at him from across the table, she started to purr with excitement. Her coos of enjoyment were quiet and low. Her tail rested against her thigh, calm and waiting.

After dinner was finished and he took the plates, she began to think. Here she was dressed in a robe, tight against her body. Finally he spoke to her, telling her to follow. As he led her to the room, she listened to him with a smile. "You aren't to wander around my home or I will throw you out". and as those words came out of his mouth, she couldn't help but to smile. Immediately she looked around the room. She walked over to the dresser and looked at the dresses. They were very white, and very covering. This was both something that she did not enjoy.

As she turned around to thank him, he was gone. She sighed and dropped the robe on the floor. She remembered her bag was in the bathroom. "Shit" she said to herself. She poked her head out of the room and stared down both sides of the hallway. She tiptoed towards the bathroom. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She walked back to her room and dropped it onto the bed. She dug through her clothes and found nothing that she wanted to wear. She stared at the bed and then out the door. Would he really throw out a naked and beautiful Neko? She was gonna test it.

She crept out of the room and followed his scent to his room. It was weird that it wasn't the main bedroom of the house, but she paid no mind to that. She found his room and quietly let herself in. She stared at him, laying in bed. A cold shiver ran up her spine. Her nipples grew hard, whether from cold or arousal, she didn't know. Slowly she walked to the bed and crawled inside. The silk sheets felt amazing on her skin. Everything about this place felt rich.

At first she just laid there, staring at him, but soon her ears perked forward as she realized he was totally naked. She slowly slid next to him. Her cold body quickly grew warm against his hot one. Her hand ran down his side, feeling his thigh as her lips found his ear and whispered, "I want you". Her lips moved from his ear to his neck.

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Though he did hear the door open, he did not immediately react. Partially because he assumed it was the house. The old building always creaked and groaned, protesting its own existence by making a production over the changing temperatures at night. His stillness was also caused by curiosity. True he was not a cat that would be killed by it, but he was a canine that played victim to his inquisitiveness all of the time. He faked being asleep so that he could see what the tempting feline had in mind. Surely she wasn't so ignorant to think that she could over power him or something ridiculous as that. The only logical thing that he could think of was her coming to offer herself to him, which far from logical when he thought of it.

His ears practically twitched with each light step as the cat approached. When she climbed into his bed, he did not let his surprise show. His arms remained resolutely by his sides and though his eyes opened, they remained intent on the ceiling. Darkly, he asked Rika, "What do you think you are doing?"

"I want you."

The three words left the were stunned. In an instant, he was violently torn in two as the basics of his nature warred for control. One part of him, the part that was more human than anything, demanded he react with anger. This creature had invaded his home and over stepped her welcome. She was throwing herself at him and soiling his bed. The animalistic side of him, however, urged him to turn and take her. He could easily use her to please himself, satisfy all of his desires on her body. She obviously meant it when she said she wanted him, so there would be no resistance.

All he could do was remain resolutely still and wonder what in the hell that damn cat was thinking.

Though he help himself completely still, his body reacted without his permission. No amount of will power could keep a heterosexual male flaccid when a naked female was pressed so close against him. His manhood showed the response that he struggled to suppress. Genetics had done him many favors and left him well endowed. His large cock slowly grew erect as he reacted to the touch of her lips and body.

Rika ignored his question and continued as she had been doing. Her hand started to stroke his thigh. Her lips pressed hard against his neck as she opened her mouth slightly, allowing her tongue to like his smooth skin. "Mmm... You taste good," she purred as she lightly sucked and bit his skin. She could feel his veins against her teeth. The feeling was pleasureful to her. Her lips moved up to his earlobe and started nibbling softly.

Her hand slid to his crotch region. Once her hand touched it, feeling how large he was, she let out a moan. "Oh, that is rather interesting." Her hand slowly moved to the base and moved up the shaft to the head. She wrapped her fingers around the member and stroked him nice and slow, up and down. "Do you like that?" she asked him. She moaned as she left him growing harder. She felt herself begin to drip with arousal.

Balan felt himself become more aroused, though he was careful to keep himself as still as possible. Her soft body felt warm and perfect against him, though he didn't want it to. He wanted to feel disgusted and disgruntled by the unwelcome presence, and some part of him was, but not enough to throw her out. In fact, most of him was all too eager to keep her there, and that side of him spread as her hand moved lower. Despite the pleasure, he frowned and kept his eyes on the ceiling.

"I asked you: what do you think you are doing?" the werewolf demanded, his voice choked with pleasure and arousal. The smell of her desire was like a shot of lust straight to his groin, leaving him full erect and throbbing. His body demanded attention, and his self control was already wavering.

She let out a little giggle as she continued to stroke him. "I am thanking you." She moved her free hand to the side of his face, and pushed his head towards hers. He was reluctant, but she soon found his head where she wanted it. She looked into his dark eyes and then leaned in and started kissing his lips. Again he was reluctant, but she didn't really care. She wanted him and Rika always got what she wanted. She continued to kiss him and stroke his, now, stiff member.

After many moments of this, she removed her hand from his member and grabbed his hand. She moved it towards her own body and placed it on her womanhood, forcing him to feel her liquid desire for him. "Do you want this?" she cooed as she pulled away from his lips. She rubbed his finger tips against her clit, forcing her to moan slightly. "Please... let me repay you for your kindness," she bugged.

"Thanking me?" he repeated blankly. At first, he resisted the pressure of her hand, but slowly moved his head to face her. The kiss, he didn't return for a minute, but then, slowly, he started to kiss her back. The lust and pleasure egged him on, and while he had no interest in returning the favor, he was quite content to let her continue. When her hand drew away, he stopped kissing her, though he wasn't as resistant when she grabbed his hand. His fingers moved of their own accord when he heard her moan, though his lips remained pressed together in a tight line.

Even as he rubbed her clit, he refused to give her permission. The "noble" wolf refused to accept that he actually wanted the filthy cat...But his eyes smoldered and invited her for more, demanded she give him more.

Rika stared deeply into his hues. She kissed his lips softly, biting his bottom lip and pulling it from its place as she mounted him and slid her body down his, letting go of the juicy flesh she had latched onto. She moved under the covers and completely covered herself. When her legs were between his, she spread hers open, forcing his legs from being stiff together. She moved her head down and rubbed her face against his cock. It was warm and stiff. She purred with delight. She opened her mouth, releasing her tongue from it's cage and ran it up and down the shaft, making it all kinds of wet. One hand dropped between his legs and started massaging his ball sack in her hands.

She licked from the base of his cock all the way to the very head. Moving in slow circles on top, hitting all those wonderful sensory spots.

This time, he kissed her back eagerly, his tongue flicking out over her upper lip when she bit him. A groan of pleasure built in his throat when she slid against him, but he swallowed it. As she moved down, he took a breath, trying to regain the shreds of his self control. As soon as her hot breath ghosted over his cock, he nearly lost it. Gritting his teeth, his body tensed at the delicious flicker of warm moisture from her tongue. As she continued, a soft sound of pleasure escaped and his hips jerked reflexively. It took only a few minutes and then he started panting. A silent demand for more was obvious in the way he moved. He didn't want just her mouth. He wanted her sex, to get inside of her. The low growl that escaped him told her that she would give him what he wanted or he would take it.

Despite that, no words escaped him. The wordless, feral demand was all that he gave away.

Hearing his moans and whimpers, she smiled. 'Keep going girl' she thought to herself. She placed her warm and plump lips around his cock, taking it all in her mouth. He really was a big boy, but she was a pro at deep throating. As more and more of his length when into her mouth, she moaned around it, vibrating up and down it. After she had sucked on his meaty cock for long enough, she moved her head from him and climbed back onto his naked body. Her head poked from under the covers as she leaned to kiss his lips, moaning as she thrust her clit against his cock. Her juices mixed with her own saliva, made it slide with ease. His lips were soft and she loved the feel of them pressed against hers, but her womanhood was aching for him. She would answer its call.

She pulled away from his lips once more, moaning as she did. She slightly lifted her body and slid it into place. As her womanhood started to spread open from his head, she felt something she hadn't felt for a long time. Pain. Sure she was no virgin, but he was a very big boy. He was bigger than any male she had ever been with. But as wet as she was and he was, she pushed her body down onto him harder. "Oh fuck!" she screamed out as she finally got all of him inside of her.

Another groan escaped him as he felt her mouth surround him. She really was a talented creature. Her mouth worked wonders, bringing his raging arousal to a head, making him damn near desperate. Just when he felt like he couldn't hold off any longer, she moved up his body. He kiss her back, his hands finally moving of their own accord to wrap around her waist. His sharp nails scraped lightly against her sides as he glided her down to his cock so that she was mounting him. As she lowered herself, his hands pressed her downward. His hips rose to meet her as she moved down, trusting all the way up into her. Not giving her time to adjust, he used his hands to help her lift up again and then slide back down. A feral sound of pleasure escaped him as he drew her up again and then forced her down with more strength. As she began to adjust to riding him, he began to thrust up to meet her, his hands still jerking her hips back down and pulling her up. There would be bruises on her later, and he would be amazed if there weren't some forming already. Still, being gentle wasn't really one of his concerns. She was the one that had incited this.

Rika liked the feeling of his help. He was strong and although she could do it alone, she knew he really wanted it now too. Her warm juices dripped down the sides of his cock. Her walls tightened around him. Feeling him force deep inside of her, hitting her sweet spot, she moaned louder. She liked it nice and slow, but now that she was enjoying herself and his large mass inside of her, she started moving her hips faster. Coming up and down on him, hard and deep. She placed her hands on his chest and knocked her head backwards as she felt the pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh fuck me harder!" she cried out as a bunch of garbled words and moans flowed from her lips. She moved with him in a beautiful rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she screamed as her body started to convulse on top of his.

As the rhythm became set, soft sounds of pleasure continued to escape the dark male. As she came, her walls clamped down on his cock and the contractions of her pussy shot through his cock, driving his own arousal. A few more thrusts of his hips, and he came to the edge. With a moan, his body went taunt as he shot his load into her, flooding her petite body with his cum into her. When his orgasm finally ended, he slouched back against the bed, panting and feeling oddly worn out. However, it only lasted a minute before his eyes opened. Without warning, he drew away from her. Callously, he picked her up and carried her out of his room. Walking straight through the house, he opened the front door and tossed her out. In a dark tone, he told her bluntly, "I told you not to wonder the house. If you wanted to be my guest, you should have followed my rules." With that, he closed the door in her face. Turning, he walked through the house, intending to find her things to set outside for her.

[[You heartless bastard! *throws things at Balan*]]

Rika moaned one last time as his fluids shot into her. It was overwhelming and she found herself laying on top of him. Nobody had ever let her cuddle before, and just as she was getting comfortable, BAM, she was picked up and carried outside. Once landing on her bare ass, she looked up at him. Hearing his harsh words, her ears pressed tight against her head. She tried to speak, but his words were harsh and voice was deep with anger. She looked up and saw a slammed door in her face. She grabbed her knees and wrapped her arms around them, pressing it against her chest. The rain hadn't cleared up since she was last out there and possibly grew worse. Her body lost it's warmth and now shook in the cold as the wind blew against her bare skin. She had nothing to protect her. Her eyes welled up as the tears started to rush down the sides of her cheeks. Her cries grew to meows, loud and warring. Although she was full and pleased, she was now cold and wet once again and completely naked. There wasn't really anywhere she could go. She sat on the doorstep and cried until she could cry no longer. Her fist pounded on the door, mewing in desperation.

It was startling how easily Balan managed to block out the wails of the woman he had just bedded. Most of his kind would have still been feeling the afterglow protective/possessiveness. Not him. he had been so isolated for so long that his heart was closed just enough that it didn't effect him...His selective hearing was also very useful at the moment. Then he could choose to focus on the sounds inside of the house, rather than thought coming from just outside. Locating her belongings, he walked primely into one of the front rooms, opened the window and threw her stuff out. Slamming the window shut again, he turned and returned to his room. Since he knew he wasn't going to be able to get to sleep, he decided to get dressed again. Unlike some creatures, he had enough pride to not parade around naked.