How to Train Your Great Dragon (Myrrh/Kiran from Fire Emblem) (Patreon)

(Notable tags for this one: public humiliation, petplay, bsdm... but all consensual, don't you worry!)

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“Myrrh… you can’t keep doing this…”

You knew you weren't going to convince her at all, but you had to say something. It was an obligation-- a way to remind her that you hadn’t succumbed to her control just yet. However, your words lacked the weight necessary to make the manakete pay attention to you.

Myrrh simply refused to acknowledge what you had to say. The only hint that she was even listening came when she gazed up at you curiously, but you suspected it was to gauge your reaction.  The manakete continued to circle her tongue around the head of your cock, this time with increased vigor upon seeing your pleasured face. Despite knowing that this impromptu blowjob had come at a poor time, your face of satisfaction wasn’t illustrating that to her at all.

Just in case there was still a part of you resisting her, Myrrh opted to gobble up over half your shaft into her humid mouth, treating her taste buds to one of her favorite foods.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy what the girl was doing, but her attempts to disperse your thoughts and make you focus entirely on her weren’t entirely successful.

After all, you were just in a crucial war meeting.

It was an incredibly important one, but despite knowing this, Myrrh had strolled in and asked for your presence, stating she needed you for something important. You had hoped the severity of the situation, namely the threat of Niðavellir, would prompt Alfonse to refuse her request.

Instead, rather than do what you expected (and hoped for, for the sake of your sanity), Alfonse had chosen to approve her appeal, believing that she was genuine.

...which was odd. Why? This wasn’t the first time she had pulled this stunt and got you out of a meeting. This kind of thing happening once or twice wouldn’t be so farfetched, but nobody seemed to care about the consistency.

If you had to make a guess, Myrrh looking all agitated and saddened when she showed up was probably very convincing for the prince, enough to justify your temporary absence… especially when she said she only needed to borrow you for a few moments! The Order knew how reserved and shy the girl was, and contrastingly how close she was to you. It made some degree of sense.

But still!

Of course, you didn’t really mind, especially when this was the end result, but you had to return eventually! Ironically, if you had just relaxed and let her do her business, you would have come quickly and returned to the meeting before you knew it… but you doubted it would have mattered, since you had a feeling she was desiring more than that.

It was difficult to believe sometimes that Myrrh used to be quite the patient girl. She used to wait for you to finish before whisking you off somewhere, but in the past few months, she had grown oddly impatient. You had your suspicions as to why, but you didn’t know for certain.

Deep down, you knew this constant demanding of your attention wasn’t a healthy thing for her nor you, but you really couldn’t complain when it felt this good!

...you weren’t given any more chances to think after that, for Myrrh, as if sensing your inner dilemma, decided to sink more of your dick into her inviting cavern. You groaned as your shaft was soaked in an extraordinary amount of wet saliva, complimenting the warmth of her mouth wonderfully.

You and Myrrh had been doing these kinds of things for a while now. Years, in fact. Ever since you summoned her, she had gradually become more and more infatuated with you, and here you both were now, reaping the benefits.

Gone were the days of her being ridiculously inexperienced. She knew exactly what to do, and always performed admirably.

But she had yet to learn how to control her enthusiasm.

Myrrh ended up overexerting herself by greedily taking too much in, enough for her gag reflex to interrupt her. She forcefully ejected your cock, coughing several times, granting you the clarity you needed to properly scold her. Regardless of how wonderful it felt, you needed to at least tell her to calm it down a little.

“Myrrh, I’m not kidding,” you spoke more clearly. “You can’t keep dragging me out of meetings like that.”

“I’m sorry…” she murmured, already eagerly returning to your shaft by planting messy kisses across it. “I can’t stop thinking about it… your cock...”

Did she really have to say such things in such an adorable yet sexy tone? It was not helping your stability!

But you knew one thing for certain. This kind of approach wasn’t going to work. Fortunately, you did have something else in mind, even if it was a tad cruel.

“Myrrh, listen to me,” you spoke, backing away from her so you knew she’d listen. You stared at her, narrowing her eyes to show how serious you were, and you hoped she’d buy it. “If you keep doing this kind of thing, I’m going to have to punish you. Do you understand what I mean by that?”

The manakete’s eyes widened just as you had hoped. The solution was clear. You had to deprive her of what she wanted, allowing her to re-learn a little patience.

“P-P-Punish m-me…?” Myrrh sounded… strange. Her voice lacked the expected sadness, instead having a nervous stutter to it. She bit down hard on her lip, struggling to avoid eye contact momentarily, but she dispersed her nerves and spoke… very quietly. “H-How will you p-punish me…?”

...the sheer curiosity leaking from her tone was not what you expected.

It was clear she was misinterpreting what you meant by that… but you supposed it was your fault-- your wording was vague.

But you were curious now. What would happen if you answered her in the way she was hoping for?

Because of how shy Myrrh was around you initially, you had opted to treat her gently during intimacy, which worked well at the time.

But lately, she had sometimes grown annoyed, telling you not to coddle her when asking if she was alright. She had claimed you were treating her far too delicately, like you were placing her on a pedestal because she was a dragon.

But whenever you asked her to elaborate, and how you could make her feel better, she was quick to return to a typical embarrassed state.

Perhaps it was time to change that. You knew Myrrh was not just the reserved girl she presented herself as to others. Deep down, there was an adventurous and curious side to her, held back by how new this all was to her. Myrrh was far older than you, after all, but had never been granted the opportunity to truly explore what life had to offer.

Not until her journey through Magvel, and now her even grander adventures in Askr. Even so, there was still a lot for her to get used to after centuries of the same.

You leaned in closer, enough to tickle her ear with your breath. You were perhaps more curious than she regarding how she'd react to what you had to say.

“Myrrh…"

"...y-yes…?"

"I will pin your adorable little body down, and I will have my way with you. I will be rough, and won't treat you delicately at all… even if you scream. How does that sound?”

There was a lot more you wished to say, but it was best to start gradually. She was already getting turned on by this if her shivering was any indication.

“...a-and…?” she asked, her curiosity helping her confidence severely.

Her response was good. It was enough to convince you to ramp up the intensity.

“Is that not enough for you?" you continued to whisper, loving the effect your voice was having on her. "Then I will tie you up. I will choke you. I will make you my personal slut.”

You felt a little horrible saying such things to someone as precious as her, but you couldn’t deny that you had these fantasies too. It felt good to admit these things.

Fortunately, Myrrh responded wonderfully. Her voice grew rugged and unstable, and so did her balance. Her blush, once warm, was now boiling.

“...s-slut…”

She seemed to like that word. “Do you want that… slut?”

“I… ah.. w-want it…” Myrrh confessed, her voice growing increasingly unstable. “A-And so much more…”

Her statement piqued your interest. “More? Well then, tell me… what do you want, Myrrh?”

The girl swirled her mouth around a little, fidgeting with it just as much as her hands while she gathered her thoughts.

But her stubbornness worked in her favor. She wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass.

“I… h-have done some research…” she started. You watched her adorable facial expressions morph while she gathered her bearings. She had never looked this flustered before! “I like the idea of… being tied up… being put on a leash… becoming one’s pet… i-it is so d-degrading… and I… love that…”

Her confession was surprising, but not in a bad way. This girl was kinky, and the more you thought about it, the more it made sense!

Saleh, a man she knew from Magvel, was a recent arrival in Askr, entering the realm a few months back. He spoke to her incredibly respectfully, as if she was his queen.

You could tell Myrrh was not fond of how he addressed her, but she didn’t have the heart to scold him for it.

Now you knew it had awakened something within her.

A simple curiosity. No one had ever talked cruelly to her. What would it be like? To be treated harshly? To be degraded?

Myrrh wanted to experience what it was like to be on the other side of the pecking order.

...and considering she adored having sex with you, it was understandable that this desire had infiltrated this secret side of her life.

“Ah… s-slut…” she murmured. “T-That is a bad word to call somebody, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“...c-call me it… I want to be… your slut…”

“You already are my slut, Myrrh.”

The manakete girl looked like she was about to faint. She couldn’t quite handle all the things you were saying to her, but her giddiness was very prominent nevertheless.

This was entertaining.

But as much as you wanted to also entertain those fantasies of hers, you were pressed for time.

“Myrrh, I have to go,” you told her the bad news, but you continued before she could look at you with those puppy eyes of hers. “But once the meeting is over, I will come back. You have much to look forward to.”

Myrrh pouted a little, but she didn’t seem too displeased. After all, she knew that her time with you was going to be short, and that once you were freed, so much more could be done. She took a deep breath, gathering her bearings.

“Very well. I will be waiting.”

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Returning to the meeting, and subsequently engaging in it, was agonizing.

Everything you had said to Myrrh was beginning to properly process in your mind, and it was making you nervous. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to do such things to her… but the prospect was just as new to you as it was to her.

But you were actually prepared for something like this to happen. You had gathered quite the collection of items to use, fully intending to use them on her eventually… but you were hesitant to make that first step, just as she was. It was amusing to think this was progressing thanks to your poor wording and her misinterpretation.

When the meeting finally concluded, you rushed back to your room.

You were not shocked in the slightest to see that Myrrh was laid down on your bed fully naked, masturbating wildly.

This was a sight you would never grow tired of.

Her facial expression was a lewdful glee. Her wings flapped a little, a trait that often occurred whenever she was happy. Her legs stretched out as far as they could, and you could even see her toes independently curl back and forth.

“W-Welcome back…” her voice was tainted with lust, a byproduct of a recent orgasm. You wondered how many climaxes she had brought herself to in your absence.

While you were tempted to talk to her, you didn’t want to waste any more time.

You had left before you could cum. The prospect of completely dominating her remained at the forefront of your mind during the entire meeting.

...and now, you had walked in on her fingering herself while crying out your name.

Buried deep within your closet was a bag full of trinkets you had acquired during your time in Askr. You pulled it out, opening it up and selecting a few you figured would work for the occasion.

Myrrh watched with slanted eyes, the pleasure soaring throughout her body making it difficult to focus, but that soon changed when she saw you take out a collection of items.

You pulled out a coil of rope and a vibrator, believing they would be a good starting point.

But there was something else you wanted to do first, to really seal the deal.

“Myrrh, give me your dragonstone,” you asked her.

Her dragonstone was something she needed to transform, and she always kept it close by in case of an emergency. By relinquishing control over it, she was effectively submitting herself to you.

Myrrh knew this, which was why she handed it over immediately.

“Your hands,” you gave her your next command.

She raised them towards you without question, keeping them pressed together. The girl had really done her research, hadn’t she?

You watched her have an internal meltdown while you tied rope around her wrists. Her facial expression was an absolute joy to watch, but you remained externally stable, lest it ruined the atmosphere. You were just as nervous as she was, but the role you were taking would mean it would be bad if you stumbled now.

But your nerves were dissipating with time, and instead, a growing need to bully her a little was revealing itself. You had treated her so gently before, but now that you had tasted what it was like to be a bit dominant with her, you wanted to do so much more.

Which was why you took advantage of her current state, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed.  You pounced on her with rope in hand, forcefully locking her legs together so you could carefully seal them and prevent their use. Myrrh groaned at the sudden sensations, her voice amplifying in intensity as she felt your strong hands upon her.

She had no way out. Her dragonstone was no longer in her possession. She was completely at your mercy.

These realizations made her blush heat up, and her body shake in anticipation.

While her voice was a joy to hear, and you truly didn’t want to silence it… such things were necessary right now.

But before you did anything else, there was something that had to be said, just to help make sure everything progressed smoothly.

You leaned forward, whispering something into her ear. You then showed her your hands, slapping your fingers onto the palm of your hand three times. She took a moment to respond, but did so with a nod, mimicking the motion. If she later learned she wasn’t enjoying this, she now had a way to communicate that to you without words.

It was now time to grant this girl’s wish. It was time to make her yours. However, you knew that being slightly dominant with her wasn’t going to be enough. She wanted to be your pet, after all.

“You’re too loud, Myrrh,” you spoke with a harsh undertone. Her wings, while unable to move very much in her position, twitched. Keeping a hand pressed down on her stomach, you reached into the bag, pulling out the second set of items.

Taking advantage of the very complaint you were making, you surprised her by gagging her suddenly. Myrrh’s eyes widened when her ability to breathe, and more importantly, a way to express her joy, was hindered.

She shivered, but it was not due to fear. She was excited. Thrilled. As you made sure the ballgag was fully secure, you observed how she looked.

Such an innocent face tied up like this felt wrong, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny how hot it was.

But you weren’t done with her yet, and seeing her glistening eyes gaze up at you reminded you of that.

“Sit up,” you ordered her.

Myrrh struggled. She was not used to these new restrictions, and seeing that struggle take place in realtime was adorable.

But it was probably best you abandoned the idea of seeing her as cute. It would just hold you back.

You had to play your role perfectly, and that included responding appropriately whenever she didn't listen.

Every fiber of Myrrh’s body reacted upon feeling your hand grasp her throat. Her body quivered. Her wings twitched. Her eyes widened. It was a beautiful sight.

“I told you to sit up.”

Upon feeling your hand leave her, she did so rather easily. You wondered if it was because she hadn’t been giving it her all, or perhaps…

“Good girl,” you commended her. “Now then, are you ready to be my slut? My pet?”

She nodded slowly.

You reached back into your bag, pulling out a specifically designed cloth with one purpose. You moved behind Myrrh, roughly pulling her backwards so you could blindfold her, and as you did so, you felt her wings once again twitch around your arms.

With your manakete lover now completely at your mercy, it was now time to have a little fun.

Your latest toy was a vibrator that you had bought with the sole intention of using it on her and nobody else. Amusingly, you had actually intended to give it to her as something for the girl to use whenever you were busy in a meeting, but an opportunity to do so had never presented itself... until now. You felt Myrrh fidget upon hearing the buzzing sound of the vibrator, and it made her instinctively open her legs… as much as she could with her ankles bound together, at least.

You slid a curious finger down her crotch, feeling up her drenched folds, and the reaction of your finger alone was immense. Myrrh had it bad if she was this sensitive already! Observing your finger, you noticed how soaked it was in her fluids, eradicating any doubt that this girl was absurdly turned on.

When you pushed the vibrator up against her clit, the squirming got worse. Far worse.

Myrrh couldn’t control herself. She felt good. Beyond good. It was an incomprehensible kind of pleasure. She bit down hard on the ball between her teeth, piercing it with how sharp they were. It allowed her moans to leak out at a slightly higher volume, but she still felt frustratingly contained.

“Ahh… ahh…” no comprehensible words could escape her mouth, and it wasn’t just because of the gag.

It was astonishing to watch her body react so wildly, and you helped intensify that by using a spare hand to play with her nipple. While her breasts weren’t particularly big, her nipples were wildly erect, and extraordinarily sensitive.

“Does my pet like being played with?” you asked her, knowing full well she was incapable of asking.

She tried to. She really did, but she just couldn’t! So many things were holding her back, and it was beautiful seeing her get all frustrated over it… as much as she could, anyway, for the pleasure was madly distracting.

You did feel some pity for her, however, and you were curious if she did have something to say. Therefore, you granted her an opportunity. You undid the gag, allowing her to speak, but before she did so, you laid some ground rules.

“Myrrh, you are allowed to tell me one thing, and one thing only,” you informed her. “Don’t waste this opportunity.”

“Ah… ah…” she groaned, her voice reaching levels of instability you had never witnessed before.

“Is that all you can say? Very well then-”

“N-No!” she forced a response, panting fiercely. “I… w-want you to…”

Myrrh was struggling immensely, and while it was tempting to silence her once more, you would be a cruel master if you did so now. Some cruelty came with this kind of trade, you supposed, but she was fortunate you were curious.

“Want me to what, Myrrh?”

The manakete bit down hard on her lip, trying her very best to focus, and her efforts paid off. “...w-want you to… t-take me out… for a w-walk… because… I-I’m your pet, r-remember…”

You had to double-- no, triple-check, that you were understanding what she was asking of you correctly. Myrrh’s request was equally thrilling and frightening. You knew she liked the idea of being put on a leash, but you didn’t assume that meant she actually wanted to be taken for a walk!

Was she aware of what this would mean? Many would see her. Many would see you. How would you even begin to explain what was happening?

The logical side of your brain was understandably telling you that this was a terrible idea.

But the horny side of your brain was saying the opposite.

One was winning this battle.

“Oh?” you sounded intrigued… and you were. “I didn’t know my little manakete was this much of a slut. Are you really willing to risk ruining your reputation for this thrill? Everybody will know how much of a whore you are…”

Myrrh took some time to respond, mainly since your own reply had set her off quite a bit, and you were still using the vibrator to play with her clit. That wasn’t exactly helping.

“Y-Yes…” she whispered, sounding like everything you had said had turned her on even more. “I want that…”

The manakete was facing the same kind of battle you were. The idea aroused her immensely, but brewed a fear just as strong. She wasn’t too worried about random heroes seeing her; she could use her reserved status to her advantage, as not many would actually recognise her humanoid form. In battle, she purposefully made sure she was always in her dragon form unless near a familiar ally. She had already heard the stories of many of the other dragonkind present in Askr receiving quite a bit of attention because of their heritage, and she didn’t desire that at all, and now she could use this preference of hers to her advantage.

But she was still worried for one simple reason. Anybody from Magvel would recognise her. What would they even say? What would Saleh say? What would Ephraim say? The thought feared her. She adored the idea of being your slut, but she didn’t know if she was ready for the others to know how much she really liked these things.

“Then let’s make you look presentable, shall we?” you cut off her thoughts.

This was going to look suspicious no matter what, but at the very least, you could make sure her reputation wasn’t harmed in the slightest. As for yours… you could at least reduce the damage. You had a good excuse in mind.

As good as an excuse could get with this kind of situation, that is.

Myrrh’s hair wasn’t too long and it was partly held together by two buns that helped give her a twin-tail style.

You had admittedly never seen her differently, but it was time to change that. You carefully removed the bands keeping her hair tied up, and upon seeing her hair drop down messily, you found her slightly altered appearance fitting. She looked a little more feral, fitting for a pet.

“Retract your wings,” you gave her your final command. It was a convenient ability of the manakete to decide whether or not to show their wings or not, and while you honestly adored them and how their savage appearance contrasted her cutesy appearance, they would stand out too much. As soon as you saw the wings retract back into her body, as if they never existed to begin with, you returned the gag to her mouth. Myrrh accepted it gladly, as if she had grown accustomed to it and liked how it felt.

The final step was the leash, which wasn’t difficult to attach to her neck. Since she was being taken for a walk, you undid the restrictions around her legs, but kept her arms sealed.

You stood up and observed your prize. You almost felt guilty making her look like this, but it was unbearably hot seeing her in such a state. It was taking an extraordinary amount of willpower not to just pounce on her here and now.

Though it was satisfying to see her like this, you figured some finishing touches wouldn't hurt. You watched her quiver as you inserted the vibrator into her pussy, the unexpected surge of pleasure making the girl stumble as she tried to stand on her two feet. For good measure, you pulled out a dildo, tickling her butt momentarily before shoving it in there too. This one would vibrate at random times, and you were looking forward to seeing her react to it. You grabbed one last thing from the bag and placed it into your pocket, reserving it for later use.

There was nothing left to do now, other than show the world your little pet.

“Let’s go get some fresh air, Myrrh.”

All Myrrh could do was nod. You started to walk towards the door, the tug of your leash prompting her to follow. Though there was a temptation to let you drag her, the grip on her neck was a little too strong, therefore she walked slightly ahead of you. This way, she could present herself better to those curious, and prove herself as a pet. She still stayed close, however, for she couldn't exactly see currently.

"We'll go to the plaza, and then head back. That should be enough for my pet to get some exercise, don't you agree?"

Myrrh murmured something incomprehensible. It was all she could do.

Finally, you left your room, holding Myrrh's leash with a tight grip. With the way she was presented, you wondered if she'd be interpreted as a pet… or something else.

Nobody was outside initially, but it wasn't long before somebody came across this heresy.

The first poor person to encounter you and Myrrh led to an amusing situation. Sakura took a few seconds to process what was happening, only to screech and run. Doing so summoned several of her nearby cleric friends, and they were just as speechless after realising their friend wasn't in danger.

"W-What is this…?!" Maribelle was struggling to comprehend what she was seeing.

“Oh, this?” you tugged on the leash, smiling at them as if what you were doing was completely innocuous. “I’m just taking my pet out for a walk.”

You ignored them after that, taking advantage of their shock to walk through them easily. Myrrh mumbled very quietly, but the way she was twitching indicated being seen like this was stimulating beyond belief. You were sure the gifts you had given to her were complementing how she was feeling too.

Myrrh was still fearful that someone she knew would see her, but she'd be lying if the thrill from that fear was adding to her experience. Interestingly, the reactions from the girls were stronger in shock than she expected. This kind of thing was certainly unusual, but was it really as taboo as she thought it was? She had read a few stories that featured this kind of sexual activity, so she assumed it was a rare activity, but their reactions implied it was something more forbidden than she first thought.

But even if this activity wasn't orthodox, Myrrh didn't mind. In fact, the promise that this kind of surprise would be common was exciting for her. She wanted to hear their screams of shock! She wanted to hear their disgust. She was tired of being treated like some higher deity even when she tried to avoid it. This feeling of being worth next to nothing-- nothing more than a pet… this feeling was what she had been desiring! It was so new and exciting!

And she kept hearing it! As she was escorted through the halls of Askr's castle, she heard all sorts of varied reactions. She loved all of them. The shock. The horror. The anger! It was turning her on more and more, and she was very happy she had a vibrator and dildo to help keep her mind numb. She wanted to moan, but she couldn't let her voice free, and even that was turning her on when further! She was defenseless. She was being shamed. She truly was a pet… and the more she heard and the more pleasure she felt, the more she started to believe she was perhaps less than that.

You were adoring watching the way her body was reacting to everything. Despite being blindfolded and gagged, she was still communicating so much emotion through her twitching and gurgles.

Truthfully, you were shocked you were able to keep your cool. Myrrh was not receiving as much disgust as you were, as despite how horrific her situation was, you clearly looked like the culprit. You heard their murmurs clearly. The women especially were whispering vile things, painting you as a monster for daring to torment a young-looking girl in such a way.

There was a thrill in the idea that they couldn’t do a single thing about it. You were the Summoner. You could theoretically be as cruel as you wanted to be, and it wouldn’t matter due to the importance of your status. Askr was lucky you were only willing to give this treatment to your special manakete friend.

Countless more heroes were similarly terrorized, though the diversity of heroes meant opinions on the manner weren’t always the same. Some were oddly interested in what was happening. Some even expressed positivity towards what you were doing, finding the sight intriguing and entertaining. You had no idea what conclusions they were reaching, for every single individual kept their distance and thoughts mostly to themselves. This was absolutely going to be the talk of the Order for the day.

Myrrh was beginning to struggle, and you could guess countless reasons as to why. You didn’t need to read her mind to know she was experiencing all sorts of emotions.

Fortunately, you had a way to make sure she didn’t fall behind. You reached into your pocket, unravelling a riding crop that you had stored earlier for this kind of use.

As she began to slow down, you struck her. It was a hit without much weight behind it, but it was enough to startle her. Myrrh tried to scream, and to those watching, it truly looked like you were torturing her. To you, however, you saw and heard the bliss they could not.

“You are too slow, my pet,” you scolded her, raising your voice so all could hear.

“M-Monster…” you heard someone mumble.

“The Summoner is vile…”

“I can’t believe they would do this…”

“Someone should stop him!”

“We can’t. They’re the summoner!”

“What if they come for us next?!”

Their words were entertaining. You had no idea you’d have this much fun playing the villain of sorts. Your nerves were no longer present. They had been gone since the first step outside, as by that point, the damage had already been done. You were confident your excuse would repair your reputation somewhat, but you didn’t focus on whether it would or not presently. Myrrh still needed to be shown off to the town.

You soon learned that escorting your little dragon through the palace was simply the appetizer.

The reaction of the town was intense. Everybody knew who you were, but not everybody knew you personally. Your personality was shaped by your feats, with some rumors sprinkled in, of course.

But you were certain that nobody was expecting this. Heroes and citizens alike watched in shock and horror.

Interestingly, a few Askran soldiers were the first ones to confront you directly.

“You… are the Summoner, correct?” one of them asked. You nodded. “What… is this?!”

“I understand what I am doing is certainly strange,” you admitted. “But I have a good reason for it all.”

“I hope you do,” another soldier commented. “I do not want to doubt the authority of the Summoner themself… but, this is quite the terrorizing display.”

Terrorizing, huh? The word sparked an idea in your mind.

With a spare hand, you tightly grabbed Myrrh by her hair, pulling her closer to your body. You observed her momentarily, enjoying the sweat dripping down her body, as well as the drool pouring out of her mouth. Despite being outdoors, she wasn’t shivering. Was it due to her dragon heritage, or was it because her body was that hot?

It was best to answer the question that the majority of the people around you were too scared to ask. “Citizens of Askr, this… thing... is an Emblian spy. The war with Embla may have slowed down, but make no mistake, they are still trying to gain every advantage they can. This one refuses to share the information they have learned, and for this reason, we have been forced to take drastic measures to make them talk. This was an order given to me by Queen Henriette herself! Both she and I did not wish to commit such a nefarious act, but with no shortage of threats to Askr, we must be extremely vigilant.”

You breathed in, listening carefully to all the conversations taking place around you. Many thought this whole ordeal was quite frankly, very fucked, but shockingly enough, people were starting to understand. Some called it a necessary evil, and some were so convinced that they started speaking horrific things about the captured girl.

Myrrh heard it all. She heard people telling her that she hoped she’d rot, and that she deserved to be punished even more for threatening the kingdom’s safety. It didn’t matter that the story was all fabricated; they believed it, and that meant the spite in their voice was very real.

She was gradually beginning to understand that her extraordinary enjoyment of this was far from the norm… but she didn’t mind. Myrrh took in every last insult, and she silently thanked them for it-- it was turning her on immensely. She thought she had already reached the pinnacle of arousement, but she had no idea how wonderful it would be to be this degraded.

She felt so good! The vibrator inside her was tickling her in all the right spots, and her sensitivity had increased dramatically thanks to the sheer humiliation she was experiencing. Her ass was being equally stimulated, with the random vibrations always catching her off guard thanks to her numbed mind.

Myrrh wasn’t sure if things could get crazier than this, but she was soon proved wrong.

You bit your lip when you saw two very familiar people approach the scene you had caused. One looked understandably unnerved, while the other looked more curious than anything. You had no idea how this confrontation was going to go, but you couldn't ask for a better pair of twins to show up.

You felt it was fair to at least alert Myrrh to their presence, lest the greater surprise of hearing their voices made it easier to figure out her identity. Additionally, you wanted to make sure her reaction was recorded in your mind, for it was bound to be very memorable.

“Ah, Prince Ephraim, Princess Eirika, always a pleasure.”

Myrrh froze, her quivering stopping momentarily. As she processed what you heard, her shudder returned with a vengeance, and now she was barely able to stand. Never had her legs shook so much. It was like she was in the midst of a blizzard, and in a way, she was, albeit an internal one.

She was starting to make all sorts of noises too, many highlighting the calamity soaring throughout her body. Myrrh was experiencing a fear unlike any other, while simultaneously under the effects of absurd pleasure. Such a combination was already mind-boggling, but now she couldn’t even think.

You carefully watched the display in the corner of your eye.

“I listened to what you had to say, and I must ask one thing,” Ephraim spoke sternly. “Is this truly necessary? I understand that information is vital to the war effort… but this seems… excessive. Do you not agree?”

Eirika opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing did. Instead, she diverted her eyes to your prisoner. The princess’s fixation confirmed your own suspicions-- Myrrh was moving too much.

You sighed, grabbing Myrrh’s hair roughly and pushing her onto all fours. The abrupt action caught the twins off guard, but you spoke before they could retaliate. “I will admit this to you two only, but this thing is not a spy. It's worse than that. It is an assassin, and it almost managed to kill the prince and princess. The queen was not happy about this, and tasked me with punishing this girl. I do not take pleasure in doing this… but I understood her anger, for I was also present at the assassination attempt.”

You explained in whispers, not wanting to inform the crowd of an alleged assassination attempt. A spy was one thing, but an assassin lurking around the castle? That would cause significantly more panic.

Despite her body having fallen to the ground, it did not stop Myrrh from wiggling quite a bit. If it wasn’t for your knowledge of how she was truly feeling, you’d be very disgusted at your actions.

To some extent, you already were, but you had little choice but to make the act look convincing… and it wasn’t like your partner disliked it, so you didn’t feel that bad. You were also equally looking forward to what Myrrh had to say after this was all over.

“...I see,” Ephraim still didn’t seem too keen on the idea, but he could at least understand what led to such events. “I did not take the queen as such a person.”

“In her defense, she almost lost her children,” you added. “She was furious, and I didn’t exactly want to invoke her wrath either. I hope you can understand.”

Myrrh would not stop moving! She could not keep still one bit, and you were eternally glad you had mostly silenced her voice, for even the muffled moans were becoming quite high in volume.

Interestingly, Eirika had not averted her eyes from her for some time either. She was naturally shocked by the display, but that wasn’t explaining why she kept her eyes on it.

Then you saw her eyes widened, and saw her back away ever so slightly.

The princess had figured it out, hadn’t she? Ephraim wasn’t exactly dense, but he had focused too much on the action itself rather than the individual. Eirika, having compassion even for a woman with alleged offenses, had analysed the situation a little further, uncovering the truth.

But she refused to say a single thing. You couldn’t blame her for keeping quiet though.

“I understand,” Ephraim spoke. “To think... that even monsters can have such innocent appearances. We must keep our guard up at all times."

Something said by the prince stirred something within Myrrh. You believed it was impossible for her to squirm even more exaggeratedly, and yet here she was, proving you wrong. You tugged tightly onto the leash, restoring some authority to the girl, but she was being overwhelmed by such intense pleasure that you soon lost what you gained.

“E-Ephraim… we should go…” Eirika muttered, sounding quite cloudy herself.

“I told you that you didn’t need to come and see such depravity, Eirika,” Ephraim scolded her.

Eirika bit down hard on her lip, not letting go until she forced her eyes away from the tortured girl.  “I-I know… but I… had to find out answers as well…”

Hearing Eirika’s distorted voice eradicated any doubts you had. You wondered if Myrrh had picked up on the tones too, but her presently unstable state made you skeptical of that theory.

Ephraim sighed, taking his leave. Eirika stood still momentarily, unable to help her from gazing at the person you were dragging around one last time. She looked at you briefly too, her expression indicating all sorts of emotions. You saw confusion, shock, and even some anger. Her mind was in shambles… but not nearly as much as Myrrh’s was.

Speaking of the manakete, her mental state was disastrous. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she was on the brink of insanity. Therefore, you decided now was a good time to return to your room, lest she break so much that she'd never be able to recover.

“Get up,” you ordered your pet. Your voice took some time to be processed, and you gave her the time necessary to complete the command. Myrrh was still in quite a frenzy, but she was at least stable enough to walk.

Any chance of the girl making a recovery any time soon was fruitless. Word had spread quickly regarding what you were doing, and with that came a rampant increase in degorative comments.

You had to commend Myrrh for keeping it together… well, at least not losing it entirely. People were starting to say incredibly nasty stuff, and if you were in her shoes, you’d be incredibly unnerved. Some of the things they were saying were actually daunting you a little, even if they weren’t directed at you at all.

Then again, you weren’t exactly turned on by insults, unlike her. It was a little astonishing to believe that this girl was legitimately having the time of her life.

As you gradually returned to the Order’s main base of operations, the number of citizens decreased, whereas the number of heroes amplified.

Many familiar faces were seen conversing about the repulsive things you were doing.

“They say the Summoner has captured a monster that wears the flesh of a young girl!” L’Arachel somehow didn’t sound distraught at what she was witnessing. If anything, she seemed impressed by your actions, and perhaps a little jealous that she was not the one asserting justice. “It looks like the rumors were true! How fascinating!”

You were starting to notice that Myrrh was only reacting so viciously whenever she heard the voice of someone she recognised. The mere idea that someone could recognise her was having a larger effect on her than she initially believed it would. Still, she wasn’t reaching the same level of intensity she displayed while you were talking to Ephraim.

“L’Arachel, do you not see what is happening?” Tana was quite the opposite. “No one, not even an enemy, should be treated in such a way…”

“This is the ugly, but sometimes necessary, part of war,” Innes commented. “I am certain the wrench had it coming. If it bothers you, Tana, simply do not look. Perhaps you will feel better if you remain a naive pampered castle brat.”

Myrrh groaned, reacting quite positively to the harsh things Innes had to say to her. The man was usually quite blunt, and the tone of his voice indicated he saw her as nothing more than a monster.

Naturally, Myrrh loved that.

“How could you say such things, Innes?!” Tana was nowhere near pleased. She stormed off, leaving a regretful Innes to chase after her. Myrrh mumbled, perhaps a little frustrated that some additional opportunities at being insulted had been taken away from her.

It wasn’t enough to sadden her, however. Many had horrible things to say about the captured Emblian spy. Even more had things to say regarding their opinions on how the spy was being treated, and both you and Myrrh were surprised to hear there was more approval than disapproval.

You weren’t sure if it was a pleasant or shocking revelation. You were literally dragging around a naked girl on a leash with all sorts of sex toys strapped to or in her holes.

Not just any girl either! A dragon! Some people saw this girl as a higher deity too, and you were treating her like this, and they had no idea! Even though Myrrh was very insistent on you not treating her any differently, part of the reason you had treated her so delicately up until this point was due to that subconscious knowledge that she wasn’t an ordinary person. Her significantly older age yet younger appearance was absolutely an influence.

But this restraint of yours being lifted was making this harsh treatment significantly sweeter. You were desecrating her-- a dragon, someone who was far more powerful than you, and she could do nothing about it (not that she would) because she had willingly offered you the source of her power.

This was helping you realise how you had remained so focused. The mere idea that Myrrh was letting you do this eclipsed any fear of your reputation being ruined, or how people would react. You wanted more than anything to give her a good time, and while the reasons behind it were certainly unconventional to say the least, she absolutely was having an amazing experience.

Myrrh was experiencing quite the range of feelings too, but a new one had revealed itself; she was fatigued.

She had been out on a walk for a while by this point, and her draconic heritage meant little when she was using her humanoid form.

But the constant walking was the least of her problems. She had been under the spell of constant pleasure that refused to leave her body in the slightest, and it was this fragility once again that was causing her problems.

Her body felt too good. It couldn’t comprehend any more pleasure. She ached all over, and it was as horrible as it was mesmerizing.

...but all these extraordinary feelings were nothing compared to the constant close-calls.

Ephraim had seen her. He hadn’t recognised her, and she was glad for it-- not because of the reason one would expect… but rather because he would have never called her a monster otherwise. To hear such vile things come from his mouth… it was nothing short of heavenly.

She was a little messed up in the head, wasn’t she? Then again, she knew exactly why she was adoring this. When an individual experienced so much of anything, there was always bound to be a curiosity regarding what experiencing the opposite feeling would be like… especially when one wasn’t fond of how they were commonly treated.

Myrrh hadn’t expected to love it this much, however.

Eirika was someone she did not know as well as Ephraim, but the possibility that the woman had recognised her was making her mind equally as boggled.

Would she tell Ephraim, or would she remain quiet? She’d never know the answer to that question, and the subsequent dread was thrilling!

L’Arachel, Tana, and Innes were minor contributions to her absurd state of mind, but she looked forward to the consequences of them witnessing this. They’d likely talk about it at some point while she was present. She’d have to do her best not to blush!

Hundreds of years of being treated one way had really made her desperately desire something new, hadn’t it?

Myrrh couldn’t think for much longer. The dildo in her butt was vibrating again, and it always snapped her out of her thoughts… whenever they were comprehensible… which was rare. She was shocked that no one, especially you, had commented on the ridiculous amount of fluids dripping down her legs. She didn’t need to see them to feel them.

But even as her mind started to turn to mush once more, a few thoughts remained prominent in her mind, stubborn regarding their departure.

She was horny. Very horny. Dangerously horny.

...and these toys were starting to grow a little old.

Perhaps it was a good thing she was experiencing a great deal of fatigue. The temptation to pounce on you and have her way with you right there and then was too great. The mere idea of your excuses crumbling down as she took you in front of a large crowd was tremendously hot.

What would they say? What would the people she knew say? What would Ephraim say if he happened to come across the scene?

She was able to somewhat hold back her salivating, but no longer.

But she’d have to continue being patient for some time, unfortunately, for somebody was waiting at the gates to the palace. Their expression was painted with all sorts of emotions, and you naturally couldn’t blame them considering the situation.

“...I thought the rumors were just that-- rumors,” Alfonse spoke, his voice tainted with all sorts of confusion. The poor prince couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “...why are you doing this?”

His tone suggested he was in disbelief, but at least willing to hear your excuse. “Your mother ordered me to do this, Alfonse. I take no pride in what I am doing.”

Lying to the prince wasn’t your proudest moment, but it was a necessity.

“I can’t believe that!” the prince snapped back, but seeing him bite down on his lip, you wondered if he was contemplating the possibility.

“I couldn’t believe it either, Alfonse,” you responded. “But it’s the truth. I don’t blame you for not believing me, but go to your mother and talk to her. She’ll explain everything.”

Alfonse paused, making motions with his mouth that indicated he wished to speak, but he could not find the words. He breathed in, trying his best not to avert his gaze, lest he see the state of the girl by your side. The less he saw of her, the better.

“...very well,” he finally gave in, and you had a feeling he would. It would not take him much time to verify your claims, after all, but you had prepared an excuse for whenever he discovered your lie and demanded the truth. You had high hopes he would believe it thanks to the plausibility of your prepared answers, and he would subsequently spread the “truth” to the rest of the Order, thus saving your reputation… and Myrrh’s reputation too as a result.

Alfonse left, taking some of the soldiers with him while he headed towards his mother. You internally sighed with relief, but knew time was of the essence. You now had to bring Myrrh back to your room and hide her before you heard the inevitable bangs on your door.

“Come on, Myrrh,” you pulled on her leash, noticing your pet wasn’t moving very much, outside of the constant squirming, of course. Doing so snapped Myrrh back to the horrible yet happy reality she was in, prompting her to walk in unity.

As tempting as it was to show off your little friend to the number of individuals who hadn’t kept up with the news as you passed by them, you opted to increase your pace, not wishing to waste any time.

Soon enough, you were finally back in your room, and fortunately enough, nobody seemed to see you walk into it.

Myrrh was still as wobbly as ever, and considering there were no outsider eyes on you now, you figured the least you could do was help her on the final step of this memorable journey. You knew she had adored everything you had done, but that didn't prevent you from feeling a little bad about it all. Myrrh shivered when she felt your hands coil around her chest and legs as you knelt down, and she yelped when she discovered her feet were no longer touching the air.

You were hoping to princess-carry her to the bed, but you soon realised that this counted as treating her delicately… and Myrrh was not a fan of that. She wiggled out of your grasp, using her innate strength to break free from the bonds keeping her hands together. It didn't matter that she was missing her dragonstone; she was still tough despite her current petite appearance.

She tore apart everything restraining her, and as she treated you to the most sinisterly adorable pout in existence, you weren't sure what to think. You had certainly annoyed her, but was it because of what you just did, or was it the entire event?

...considering she had just tore apart her bounds with ease, you had a good feeling it was the former. What was especially crazy to believe was she could have done this at any time. You had to praise her restraint, though it had clearly done a number on her.

Myrrh was unbelievably flustered, but there was a fiercity to her expression.

You soon discovered why, and it was all thanks to her eyes.

Her eyes, typically a crimson red, had morphed to a verdant green. Her pupils had expanded a little vertically too. It was a little odd, but it wasn't like you had seen her eyes like this before.

During moments of intense intimacy, you had noticed this change. It was a sign that Myrrh had given in to her primal urges. Usually, this was a very good thing, as it amplified not only her voice, but how hot and tight she was down below. Her arousement would soar through the roof, and she'd turn into a girl who craved nothing but your cock. It was ridiculously hot.

However, this was a rare circumstance where the change wasn't a good thing.

You were pressed for time. Any moment now, there would be knocks on your door, and if you didn't answer them, then you had a good feeling it would be forced down.

"Myrrh, you need to hide," you told her the bad news. Her iris expanded, and her breathing intensified. She did not like what you were saying. "Just for a little bit, okay? Until Alfonse comes here and leaves. I have an excuse in mind that I'm certain will free of us suspicion, so just hold on for a little and-

You weren't given a chance to finish your sentence as Myrrh tightly grabbed you with her arms, flapping her wings wildly as you both took to the air. It was only a slight height increase, enough to take you over to the bed and drop you onto it, and it shut you completely up. As you landed on it awkwardly and tried to process the sudden strength she was displaying, you turned over, only to yelp when Myrrh landed on you abruptly.

Her body was a wonderful sight. She was boiling red, and her wings wouldn't stop flapping. Her neck still retained the mark of the leash, and her open mouth displayed her fangs.

"I can't wait any longer," she finally spoke… and her voice was tainted. It didn't sound like Myrrh at all. The calm, cutesy voice was barely present, instead dominated by a constant growl that sounded unbelievably feral. "Take your clothes off now, before I tear them off."

You did as you were told. You weren't going to get out of this, and the best you could hope for was that she'd climax fast. Fortunately, her light weight made her order rather easy to fulfill, and upon feeling her warm hand coil around your shaft, you shivered at how tight her grasp was.

Myrrh smirked sinisterly. “Good boy.”

What an interesting tone of voice for someone to adopt after how they were just treated...

That grin of hers didn’t last long as she lowered herself, gobbling up the entirety of your cock into her drenched pussy. The boiling temperature was the first thing you noticed, followed by the tightness of it all. These were familiar feelings, but each one had been turned up to eleven. Myrrh was extraordinarily worked up, and she groaned loudly while she adjusted to experiencing such amplified pleasure.

But Myrrh soon regained her composure, leaning forward and tightly grabbing your wrists, pushing your arms back as much as her smaller height would allow. She gazed up at you from her resting point, grinning at you while letting out an unending giggle.

“Your cock… feels so gooood…!” she moaned, but it did little to remove that smile of hers. “I’ve been waiting so long for this, you know… so long!”

Myrrh’s grip was shockingly strong, leaving you no choice but to just let her fuck you. Naturally, you had no complaints about that, but it was certainly a new experience! The submissive Myrrh you knew was no longer present, replaced by this sexually thirsty girl who had been suppressed for so long.

She rode you at a gradual pace, but once it was no longer satisfying for her, she sped up dramatically, treating you to the delightful sounds of her thighs crashing against your own. Her confident face was unable to be sustained for long, slowly transitioning into one very lewd. You were used to Myrrh hiding her face out of embarrassment during these moments, but here she was, showing you her sexually tainted face in all its glory.

The heat around your crotch was escalating with each pound as well. You weren't sure if this was a trait unique to manakete, but Myrrh's pussy could heat up extravagantly. It wasn't unbearable, however, as she'd produce significantly more fluids to compensate.

She was currently breaking records with her humidity. The warmth was insane, and yet, she wouldn't stop getting more slippery. Myrrh used this to her advantage, ramping up her speed and how much she could gobble up with each thrust. Even though she looked pleasured beyond belief, it didn't disperse her smile at all.

It was enchanting.

Everything about her actions was enchanting! The uncapped speed of her riding… the constant flapping of her wings… the astonishing strength she was displaying…

But not quite as wonderful as how divine she felt around your cock, of course. Just in case you weren't feeling good enough, Myrrh’s pussy was becoming more compact over time, yet this didn’t hinder her movement in the slightest. The constant friction was too much, and finally, you gave her what she had been craving.

You didn’t have an opportunity to warn Myrrh, but she didn’t have a chance to warn you either. Just as you reached your peak, you felt her pussy tighten up so much, pairing well with the dramatically enhanced sensitivity of your member. Myrrh grabbed onto your shoulders as she experienced the wonders of both orgasms, her fingers digging into your skin. The combination of both pain and pleasure was nothing short of wondrous, and you groaned louder than you usually did.

“Look at you…” Myrrh whispered, leaning up as much as she could to whisper into your ear. “Filling me up so much, like a good little pet…”

Her words made you realise that the roles really had been reversed. She had dominated you successfully, and while her adorable appearance hadn’t really set the mood perfectly, you couldn’t deny her strength. She had her way with you, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t thrilling to be pinned down and fucked like this.

...by such a petite girl, no less! There was certainly a unique appreciation that wouldn't be present otherwise because of that.

"Hey…" Myrrh murmured. “...you can give me more, right?”

...perhaps it was foolish to think that one climax would be enough for this girl. She had been tormented so much, after all. How many orgasms would it take to satisfy her?

But you were still worried.

“Myrrh, but they’re going to come-”

Her soft finger slid across your lips.

“I don’t mind them watching,” Myrrh giggled, leaving you speechless. How were you even meant to process that? Before you could even think of any sort of response, she started to ride you again, the sheer sensitivity of your recently-climaxed dick ruining any chance of logical thought. “I’m not stopping until my pet fully satisfies me…”

This was too good! The absurd serenity echoing throughout your body was numbing everything from your mind to your muscles. Myrrh continued to plop her body up and down with no sign of her energy depleting. Her adrenaline was contributing so much energy that she undoubtedly would crash and burn… eventually.

But for the time being, she had more than enough strength to fuck you silly. Your cock constantly pushed up against her cervix and slid against her walls, and not once was the bliss decrementing.

What felt like an eternity passed as Myrrh did nothing but ride your member, gifting your ears with all sorts of beautiful moans. It was only when you finally heard the knock on your door that you finally snapped back to reality, for you had no choice but to. It was both good and bad timing, in the sense that Myrrh finally looked satisfied if her dreamy expression was an indication, and that you now had little time to act.

“Open up!” you heard Alfonse’s demands. He called out your name, sounding agitated and panicky.

Myrrh’s disorientated state allowed you to lift her off your body. She was sleepy and barely functioning, leaving you no choice but to improvise regarding where she was. Your initial plan was to release her from her bonds and let her leave quietly, or have her sneak out your window. The former wasn’t an option for obvious reasons, and the latter wasn’t something she could accomplish in her current state. Therefore, you did the only thing you could currently, and prayed that it would work. You guided Myrrh underneath the covers, and made sure to cover your bed with all sorts of random items and equipment, blending well with the shape of Myrrh’s hidden body.

Once you retrieved and put on the rest of your clothes, as well as quickly kicked all the littered bondage underneath the bed, you finally opened the door, thankful that they were at least patient enough not to barge in immediately.

Alfonse was there. So was Sharena, Anna, and Henriette.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t hear-”

“You’re okay!” Alfonse sounded… relieved?

“We were so worried about you!” Sharena was on the verge of tears.

...something wasn’t right here. This was not the reaction you were anticipating.

“...um, has something happened?” you had planned to act confused, but now you genuinely were confused.

“Well, that confirms it if they didn’t know,” Henriette commented.

Such a vague comment…

You had expected them to demand the real reason you were dragging Myrrh around on a lease.

You would then explain that you had no idea what they were talking about, and eventually divert the conversation towards the idea that perhaps Loki was involved. She was a shapeshifter, and something as chaotic and wild as this would be right up her alley.

“Loki was impersonating you,” Anna explained. “It’s probably for the best that you don’t know what she was doing, but don’t worry, we’re making sure everyone knows the truth.”

Oh.

Well… that was rather convenient.

“You look surprised, but don’t worry,” Alfonse added. “Loki made the mistake of doing something too wild. It wasn’t difficult for us to put two and two together, and realise it wasn’t really you.

From their perspective, they saw understandable confusion. You were confused, albeit for completely different reasons. “Oh… I see…”

You nodded as they explained the situation further, not willing to share the more intricate details… which was highly amusing. Sharena was flustered beyond belief, and Anna herself was struggling to keep it together.

“Well, we’re glad you’re safe,” Sharena commented. “We were worried that Loki might have targeted you directly.”

“I’ve been here all along, doing a lot of paperwork,” you explained, pointing towards your desk. Indeed, there was a lot of paperwork there… but they didn’t need to know that it was leftover work you hadn’t moved from last night.

“She likely knew you’d be occupied,” Anna theorized. “That’s why she believed she could get away with this.”

“I apologise for any inconvenience,” you yawned, scratching the back of your head. You kept up your aura of confusion, thankful they weren't auspicious in the slightest. “I wish you luck tracking down Loki. I really need to continue this work though. Is that okay?”

“Certainly. Just stay put here, alright? We know where you are, so if we see that Loki masquerading as you again, we’ll know for certain that it’s her," the commander gave you a reasonable order. You merely nodded several times, seeing them off.

When the door finally closed, you stood still, a look of bewilderment refusing to leave your face.

You had gotten lucky. Ridiculously lucky! What?!

Did that really just happen?

“Heeey…” a very familiar voice called out to you.

Myrrh looked a little more stable, and an adorable smile had formed on her face. The girl was ready to go after only a little rest, and her fatigue coming back with a vengeance wasn’t going to stop her. “I want more… more of your cock… your cum… inside me...”

There was no reason not to comply with Myrrh’s request. After all, you very much doubted you’d be disturbed for the rest of the night now.

The only unanswered question was who the pet was going to be this time.