Sois à Moi CHAPTER 1 ~ Phantom x Flame, OC ship story!

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Prelude to rape and slavery.

My two OCs, Phantom and Flame, who is also called Lordie or Floof

Phantom's paragraphs are written by a friend on Wolfery; I let them play Phantom.

Lordie ref -> https://d.furaffinity.net/art/lordiefloof/1677527014/1677527014.lordiefloof_2fc499f2-37a2-41a3-adc8-eae59bd5891e.png

Phantom ref -> https://d.furaffinity.net/art/lordiefloof/1680633733/1680633733.lordiefloof_c70841b6-f3ac-4a5f-a2d0-bb19b26fddb0.png

Sandy (servant) ref -> https://d.furaffinity.net/art/lordiefloof/1678198441/1678198441.lordiefloof_f164ef89-d623-4eab-b7a3-368d636db713.png


Phantom holds his Lordie's paw as they stroll along the beach, himself of course looking fabulous and on the way to his special spot, where he's arranged to have two lounge chairs beneath an umbrella set up, and drinks.

Flame is a purring, blushing bundle of floof, bouncing along beside Phantom, who is about a foot taller than them, the big black male standing at about 6 feet.

Lordie's tail swishes against Phantom's own, too shy to twine, but definitely thinking about it.

Phantom smiles down at the cute thing, reaching up to brush a finger up against their cute blushing cheek. It's been a delight these months, playing with him, and today is going to be no different. He settles down in his chair and takes up the pre-arranged lemony iced tea with a spritz of tropical fruit, smiling over at them before having a sip and admiring the ocean.

Flame settles down in the unoccupied chair beside Phantom and sips as well, loving the summery taste of it! He curls his tail around his legs and flicks his ears, returning Phantom's smile with a cute lil grin of his own.

"Y'know. I'm glad I met you."

Phantom smiles broadly in that lazy way he has, projecting casual confidence.

"Myself also, my leetle pet," he says, and turns back to the sea. After a few moments, his head tilts to the side a bit. The mention of 'pet' gets him to thinking about how tiresome it can be to only have the same kinds of toys to play with all the time, the same pets to keep.

He sips his drink some more, and says, "Tell me, darling, have you ever had a coctail mixed personally for you by an expert?"

Flame zones out for a second, his ears perked as he savors Phantom's deep accented voice.

"Hm? Oh. I don't think I have," they say, slightly intrigued. They peek over at Phantom, fire-swirl eyes meeting ambers.

"Why do you ask, you calling yourself a professional?" they tease, gently poking at Phantom's shoulder.

Flame blushes at all the affectionate names, not once thinking that they might mean something more.

Phantom likes his little wave, of course.. but, he thinks as he looks over at his lover, perhaps it's time to shake things up a bit. He puts on his best smile, a real winner of a smile for a real winner, just barely showing his fangs but clearly in a pleasant way, and laughs softly.

"Non non, not myself, though I am." He brushes his paw against his own chest, digits fiddling with his fur there for a moment. "Non, a professional in my employ, my plush little joy. Yes.. yes it is settled. You can come to my home, and we will have a light lunch and coctails and.. yes."

He smiles, that grin getting wider, a hint of a canine incisor visible, a hint of something it would be best if Flame would catch, but.. likely won't, love-struck as they are.

"Yes, I think you and my p... professional will get along just fine. And then you and I can have a lovely evening.."

He sips his tea.

Flame settles in, having a drink as well. They listen to most everything Phantom says, ears flicking, though they zone out again now and then, which is induced by Phantom's sweet voice. They watch the waves lap at the beach, tail swishing leisurely; they hardly notice Phantom's pauses here and there, simply enjoying his company.

"That sounds lovely... What sorta place d'you live in?" they ask, dismissing the notion of Phantom's residence possibly being the condo just down the shore.

Phantom says, "Hush now, my delicious little pet, and enjoy the sea for a few moments and your last free.. sips of your drink, togezer with me, in peace." He smiles, a definitely nice smile, and a certainly handsome one, over at the cute little fantaurien.

Flame, being Flame, blushes harder and flicks his tail a little, back and forth. He finishes off his drink, hardly registering what Phantom is talking about now, therefore entirely missing that little... slip-up.

Together, they spend a few minutes enjoying their drinks and the fresh breeze in the tropical paradise, before he guides Flame up and down the beach a short ways.

"Up here; I know where we can get a better view, my dumpling," says Phantom, grinning, brushing his flawlessly peticured handpaw against the young and smitten fantaurien's shoulder.

Flame trots along at Phantom's side, chewing the stem of the drink's umbrella.

"A better view?"

Phantom without any further discussion leads Flame up to the condo and up the steps. Before he does, though, he presses a button on a small fob he has on his keychain, which sends a signal to a certain individual, instructing them to be ready for guests. They know what to do to avoid any punishment, which they desperately want to avoid, so they'll do just fine.

By the time he reaches the door, it's opened by an adorable little fantarien, who welcomes the pair inside. Phantom leans over as he passes by and whispers instructions for the coctails to be prepared, including a 'number 5 special' for the cocktail for his new guest.

Phantom gestures expansively to the oh so soft and comfy couch, "Make yourself at home! Sit, sit, my beautiful little candle."

Flame's horns light with candle flames at all the attention, and they settle down on one of the luxurious couches, close enough to Phantom for max comfort while still maintaining a respectful distance.

They curl themselves up and watch the little servant boy scoot off, whose ocean blue tail disappears into the kitchen.

Grinning, Lordie looks around, appreciating how spacious the place is.

"You live here! I thought you'd have a place in Sundown."

Phantom yawns softly, giving the impression of what he thinks of that.

"Non, well yes, but non. Zis is where I prefer to be. Zis.." he gestures, at the room, at the views out the wide windows over the expansive blue ocean and fine sands. "..is where I can find peace, and comfort, and.." when the servant returns with two glasses, placing one carefully on the little table in front of Phantom, and placing the other directly into Flame's hands, he watches him enter, a predatory gleam in his eye that transfers briefly to Flame when he continues; "and pleazur."

Flame takes the drink with a murmured thank-you to the servant, all the while listening to Phantom.

He reaches over, takes his glass, thanking his "lovely little ocean spray" and leaning back.. looking for all the world just what he is, a relaxed and comfortable playboy. "Tell me, my little pet. You seem to like it here. Do you.. want to stay here, perhaps, for a time? Vis me?" He eyes Flame over the rim of his glass, knowing from the downcast look and slight nod that his 'ocean spray' gave him that the number five is in that otherwise quite delicious coctail Flame has.

"I sink it might be time, soon, to move our relationship.." Phantom gestures, "forward." And his smile is.. sultry, sensual.

Flame takes a sip and looks over at Phantom at the question, blushing hard! "I uh- That- I think I'd like that. To stay with you." They swish their tail a bit, a big goofy grin beginning to grow on their sweet face.

Then their blush grows deeper until their nose turns red. "I... I uh... What- what would you mean by that?" they, although they have a hunch on what Phantom might mean. And honestly, it sounds good to them at the moment.

Phantom slides slightly closer along the couch, drinking from his cup and making a raising motion with his paw, encouraging Flame to drink more. The drink is sweet, and sour, a bit fizzy.. it's layered and fruity and delightful, and Flame can't even taste the fine, dissolved pill with its cocktail of chemical substances. The number five weakens powerful muscle impulses, ensuring normal strength during normal activity, but preventing violent outburst..or strong resistance. It also has an effect on the manifestation of extra-physical energy, dampening it to a minimum.

Flame hums and throws the cocktail back like they're at a tavern, enjoying the taste of it and relaxing meanwhile.

"Mhmm." Phantom laughs, softly, once Flame has drunk some more, and places his own glass down on the table after finishing it in one go. He licks his lips, looming now that he's so close up against Flame's side. He reaches up and touches their cheek with the back of his paw, his claw slipping out like a switchblade as his paw tenses. "Mmm. It's time to make it official, my pet. That you belong to me."

That claw moves under their jaw and lifts it, scraping against their skin, and his amber eyes fix on theirs.. powerful desire burning in there.

Flame doesn't sense the danger yet, as they're used to Phantom's flirty moves like this... but when he says that, they twitch their eyebrow pips, going rather still at the claw action just in case he should slip.

Flame meets Phantom's eyes, shifting about a little. They flick their ears back, soon flattening them a little, "To... belong to you?" The only thing they can think that means is marriage, but they're somehow certain that's not the case...

Meanwhile their paws twitch a little, and they have half a mind to swat Phantom, tell him what the boundaries are... but they feel lazy, or tired, somehow, though they've hardly done anything today.

Phantom's eyes hold a terrible burning passion that Flame hadn't seen before, making the larger fantaurien suddenly seem.. even larger, more imposing. Something about the way he moves has always had a grace to it, but now his body language is.. possessive, his other paw taking the glass from their handpaws and placing it down carefully. "Such a guud little boy you are, you know zat? Mmm.. you will be, at any rate."

Flame blushes harder at this praise, but doesn't speak up yet.

The claw holding them hostage moves, lifting Flame's muzzle higher.. higher, forcing them to expose their throat, that claw starting to actually cut the skin, but if Flame moves too much that sharp claw might pierce into his muzzle! He moves his free paw to brush it over Flame's exposed throat, running his pawfingers through that mane, lightly raking his claws through it, down their front over their chest and over their belly.

Flame can't help but whimper at the cutting claw, forced to tip their chin up further to avoid more... severe injury. They squirm, their leg twitching, the attached hock digging into the couch beneath him while the paw hangs off said couch.

They swallow reflexively, showing the lack of an adam's apple; his tummy is muscular if still a fair bit... floofy, probably from so many hearty dinners. He's tensed, but that drug worked well, so that he can't move a lot, much less resist! Otherwise he would be quite strong, being the sturdy northern type.

If Flame is looking, he might just see something red and black and dribbling beginning to emerge from Phantom's lap.. it's all moving too fast, so sudden, and something is off about it. Then he says, leaning his muzzle down to that exposed neck, breathing warm breath over it in a huff, and a low growl drifts from the handsome, hither-to sweet and sophisticated Phantom that Flame had grown used to.

Their eyes catch a glimpse of that rod emerging, and know what's coming, their abdomen tensing even before Phantom's paw gets there. They shiver at his breath, at his growl, their ears flattening in some form of fear, feeling rather than seeing the predatory air of the big black male.

"Yes, belong to me, my pet." Phantom's paw slides down to touch them on their special place, sliding over their sheath and sac and riding up beneath, without asking, without preamble, his handpaws spreading and groping like he owns the place.

"But I-" they begin, scared of what might happen if they protest too much, if they push their luck. Their sheath zings at the slightest touch, drawing a little intake of breath from them, another series of squirmings... They begin to whimper and give tiny growls, their sex twitching at Phantom's intruding fingers! They aren't a virgin, hell no, but they aren't well used yet, tightening up whenever his fingers push inwards.

This particular area will be such a treat...