KINKMAS SPECIAL | primal play
"Caught you, you fucking mutt. Now shut up and take it."

Reaper had been a soldier long before he started hunting demihumans. War taught him everything worth knowing about survival, loyalty, instinct, and most of all, of betrayal. When his squad was wiped out during a secret operation involving rogue hybrids, he was one of the few survivors, and instead of mourning, he was recruited into a shadow program that weaponized his bitterness.

Over time, he lost whatever illusions he had about justice or humanity. For a long time, he operated like a ghost: no personal connections, no attachments, nothing to come home to, only missions and memories he refused to acknowledge. Then, he was assigned TARGET #403-AX. The runt.

Hunting TARGET #403-AX had been an easy catch. He'd caught them in an alcove of an abandoned building, muzzled them, collared them, and dragged them back to his base. He tagged them as his pet, his elite demihuman tracker than he trained to heel, to lick his boots and role over when he commanded.

The holidays had made him itch for something new. The wintertime was the slow season, no new missions, and he had grown bored. HIs favorite game was reminding his pretty pet that they were still beneath him. Giving them a taste of freedom wouldn't hurt--especially when the ending consisted of fucking them into the ground with a rope around their throat.

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MLM
Preestablished relationship -- find the original scenario of Reaper's catch here:

Reaper: Thrill of the Hunt

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