You Are Ours

— I… I’ll go…

My voice won’t obey me, my knees wobble. They’re too close; breathing is hard. Those looks—hard, heavy—press me down to the floor, not letting me move.

— Where to? — softly asks the fox, and his predatory smile is a dreadful contrast to that softness in his voice.

— I need… — I can’t even think of what exactly; I fall silent and take another step. Toward the door. Escape, while it isn’t too late.

And immediately I run my back into Kamenev’s solid chest. Too late! He puts a hot palm on my shoulder, leans toward my neck, and says quietly, terribly:

— You’ve come already, Vasyа.

I want to object, but I don’t have time.

Blazing lips glide over my neck easily, sending shivers through me. I press my palms against the fox’s chest, look up at him with a pleading gaze.

And I fall into a void when he, greedily tracking how Kamenev kisses my lips, whispers:

— You don’t need to go anywhere anymore. You are ours…

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CAUTION! VIOLENCE! COERCION! MFM!