For my part in the hop today, I'm featuring one of my first releases, back from 2010, "Omarati"
Everything changed for werewolf Calliph after the Shifter War. Now nothing more than a slave and plaything to human Prince Obyn, Calliph finds himself on the Golden Magus, sailing across the sea with his owner. But fate has something more in mind for Calliph in the form of First Mate Mateo—who just happens to be Calliph's Omarati—his soul mate . . . and a werecat. Heartbroken, Calliph knows he can't stay with Mateo—he is forced to follow Obyn wherever he leads. Years later, when an attack at sea lands Mateo in the hands of vicious pirates, the cat discovers that, though time has changed some things, his bond with Calliph is eternal.
Obyn dropped to his knees. "Bind me."
Calliph fished around underneath the bed, retrieved the rope, and stared at the bundle as if it might suddenly come to life. He wound the rope around Obyn, pass-by- pass, conscious of every soft gasp, every excited tremble.
"Tighter. That's it." Obyn looked up. "Now fuck my mouth."
Calliph shook his head, bewildered as always by the feral gleam in Obyn's eyes. He shed his breeches, his face burning with shame when Obyn snickered at Calliph's still-flaccid cock.
"You're going to have to do better than that," Obyn said.
Calliph stroked his cock vigorously, willing himself to harden. He rubbed the tip across Obyn's lips and tried again, pumping his cock and imagining all manner of erotic acts.
Obyn, bound, kneeling before him, didn't arouse him; Calliph didn't want Obyn the way Obyn wanted him. Didn't help that Calliph's inner wolf longed to dine on Obyn's flesh but not in any way Obyn would've wanted. His wolf stirred, reminding him of what could have been if not for that damned magical collar he wore.
Calliph hung his head as he worked the knot loose. He had angered Obyn tremendously, and though Obyn lacked the gumption to force himself on Calliph, Calliph knew the man would find a way to punish him.
Obyn touched Calliph's collar; his magic radiated through it. Another reminder of Obyn's power over him . . . as if he needed any.
"Perhaps you'll be in a better mood tomorrow night."
But he wouldn't feel any different tomorrow than he did now. Calliph's cock wouldn't rise tomorrow, or the next night, or the next, or any night in the foreseeable future. At least, he doubted it would. His cock hadn't risen in weeks, despite Obyn's repeated attempts. Calliph jumped when the door slammed behind the man's retreat.
"You're a fool," Calliph chided himself. "And you're more trouble than your worth," he growled, glaring down at his cock.
Two hundred years had passed since the end of the Shifter War and the beginning of his life as a slave to Obyn's family. In that time, he had served them loyally, sometimes, willingly. Obyn's mother, Queen Anatra, and her husband, King Torat, were good to their slaves, as their parents had been, and those before them. But Calliph never imagined their progeny would demand so much of him.
At the thought, he shuddered and his cock shrank impossibly smaller. What bothered him about Obyn wasn't the man's tastes, but that he demanded those tastes be indulged. Calliph didn't like hurting others, not even when they wanted it. Not anymore. What Obyn asked of him was too much to give, too much like the man Calliph had once been.
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