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        Dragomir's office is not particularly ornate, but certainly highly functional. Everything the man could need, in his space and utilized well. The tone of the room is quite contrast, most of things within are either light or dark, with very little grey utilized throughout.
        A large desk in the center, with an equally large chair behind. A couch along one wall an assortment of books and tomes lining shelves along the walls. Very old scrolls hang along the walls, depicting each of the precepts of the Litany written out in long form - with various accompanying stories, tales, myths and legends about their origin. The items are truly a very old family relic and quite prized.

        Dragomir is seated in his office, the door left open and word has been sent that he is receiving people. Other members of the tribe have been coming in and out and having discussions with him as they needed.

        Natalia arrives and steps inside as she closes the door behind her. She's wearing a very much new outfit rather than the worn sundress and red cloak she's been sporting since she arrived in Prospect. Though perhaps she's taken a different approach to the Little Red Riding Hood motif. Natalia is wearing a red, sleeveless blouse with a deep neckline that reveals her cleavage rather obviously, The blouse itself is tight against her form and a red skirt takes over at her waist. The skirt itself stops at mid thigh, combined with her top it reveals much of her pale arms and legs. On her feet are a pair of strappy red heels that give her a few more inches of height. She paces inside and smiles to you a bit nervously, perhaps hoping to meet with your approval.

        Dragomir appears to be studying some paperwork for the moment, looking over some documentation when he hears the door close and he lifts his head to look up towards you. The man is wearing a light grey suit with a thin white dress shirt left mostly open beneath. The man's chest is largely revealed, as well as the multiple tattoos beneath on his left side. The man's intense blue eyes lift to consider you thoughtfully, and his nostrils flare instinctively.
        "Good afternoon Natalia, you can lock the door and come in inside." He begins shuffling some of the papers together, and motions to slip them down into a drawer and out of the way to clear his desk off once more.

        Natalia paces forward and stops on the other side of the desk from you, her hands folded together in front of her as she fidgets a bit nervously. "Good evening Eye of the Storm-rhya. I wanted to come by and show you that I've.. done as you ordered. I hope it pleases you?"

        The man leans back slowly, studying you with those intense blue eyes of his and a half-gloved hand lifts up to motion you around the desk so that he can see you better. "Ahh good, you took the initiative. I had found something for you that I had meant to bring over last night. I am sure you are happy to be more presentable for me now." The man turns, pushing his chair out just a little bit enough to reveal his lap as he gazes over you.
        The slightest growl emits from within the powerful man, and his hand lifts absently to brush at his face and to stroke the slight beard there. The suit is obviously nicely fitted to the man's powerful frame, hand-stitched and perfectly measured it would seem.

        Natalia steps around the desk when she's gestured over, standing just beside you now as you push back from the desk. Her eyes scan over you briefly before she looks to meet your gaze. "Yes, it's proper for me to look presentable to you." She responds in a whisper, "I'm sorry I wasn't there last night. What.. what did you wish me to wear for you?"

        Dragomir shifts slightly more, when you come that close and he nods his head, looking you over and considering the outfit. "You are good with your hands, you were mending your previous outfit it appeared. This one fits nicely." he extends one of those powerful hands of his, as tips of his callous fingers touch the flare of your hip and he motions to turn you around slowly so he can look you over more thoroughly.
        "A dress I found that may work nicely.. though I am not sure of measurements or those things.. so it may not fit admittedly. I thought you could try it on though." The man leans in towards you, as he reaches for one of the lower drawers by your feet and draws it out to reveal the fabric of another dress bundled up within the drawer.
You sense Dragomir growls slightly more as his nostrils flare and he draws in more of your scent so close.

        Natalia's eyes close when your hand brushes along her hip, turning slowly as you indicate for her to do so. She swallows again and then nods her head, "I had to learn to mend my own clothing. It was cheaper than buying new ones." She then turns and looks down to that bundled up dress, bending at the knee to reach down and pick it up before she begins looking it over curiously. "You would like me to wear this?"

        The hand remains on your hip, even as you lower to draw the dress from the drawer. The material is very soft, silken quality and the color is a rich emerald tone. "It seemed like it would match your hair.. I am no expert in such things. It may be a bit small. You may try it on, and we can see for ourselves." The chair is turned just enough that the man is facing you now. His thick thighs spreading enough to either side as he watches you. The fitted pants giving little disguise to the outline of the man's masculinity.
        He reaches back his free hand, extending his hips towards you enough that his hand can reach into his pocket as if looking for something but coming up empty-handed for the moment.

        Natalia tilts her head a bit as she studies the material, feeling it along her hands. She doesn't get to handle expensive clothing very often. But then you ask her to change into it and her cheeks start to turn a rather red color as well. She nods her head slowly and sets the dress down on the desk before her hands grip her blouse. She hesitates for just a moment, turning to face you curiously as she watches you paw around in your pocket. Finally she pulls her blouse up and over her head before neatly folding it and placing it on the desk. The skirt follows next, slipping down her shapely legs and stepping out of the skirt before she lays it on top of the blouse. She stands there before you in a red, lacey bra that reveals her cleavage rather obviously now and is thin enough to hint at the flesh beneath, as well as a matching set of panties. And of course those red heels. She picks up the dress and unzips the back so that it will be easier to slip into. Or perhaps possible at all.

        A nice dress indeed, rather open backed and slim fitting. The soft material enough to reach mid-thigh and the front of it hooped low. Certainly a beautiful design, revealing and formal in the same measure. The movement and rustle of clothing draws another flare of the man's nostrils and a deeper intake of that scent that comes off your soft skin. A more pronounced growl boils from the man's thick chest and he he settles back slightly as those intense eyes of his eyes watch you. The hard ridge of his arousal presses against the fabric of those pants as he does, and his half-gloved hand reaches slowly towards another desk drawer, blindly and with less enthosiasm it would seem.
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        Natalia is a rather lithe woman to begin with, but she looks at the dress and eyes it critically. It is a bit small it seems, but she needs to slip it on to really tell. She glances over as you begin grasping for a desk drawer, not really knowing why you're doing that but not questioning it all the same. Her cheeks are bright red and the color is spreading along her skin as she suddenly feels rather warm under your scrutiny. She begins to slip the dress on, hir hips shimmying a bit back and forth as she tries to wiggle into place, the tightness of the dress is going to press her breasts up and out more through that neckline as she takes a shallow little breath while working it on. "A.. a bit small.."

        Dragomir takes a moment, closing his eyes for a second and then lifts his gaze once more to you. The hand reaching for the drawer pauses in that endeavor for a moment enough to reach forward to motioning to help you. The other hand draws you in closer against his inner thighs as he starts trying to help lift the fabric and helping to adjust it without damaging it. "You.. have a bit more curve to your body." He turns you slightly, to face away from him as he starts to help try to get the fabric over the bra. Perhaps the garment isn't meant for that kind of undergarment it seems. The man's calloused hands smooth along your soft skin as he positions you and works to help you, or help himself.. difficult to tell now.

        Natalia takes a couple awkward steps forward when you motion her forward, her eyes closing when your hands begin to brush over her to help her with the dress. She turns her back to you when you move to position her like so, her own hands trying to work the dress up but it becomes clear what the problem is. She sighs softly and reaches behind herself to unclasp her bra before she slips it off of her body and tosses it forward on the desk next to her other clothes. She has her back to you at least and she starts to pull the dress up again. It fits better but it's still too small, her breasts threatening to squeeze out of the dress. "It's.. a beautiful dress.." she murmurs to you.

        Dragomir growls slightly more, pinching his eyes closed and then lifts them open against once more. His hands caress down the length of your body, your hips and along your thighs until they find skin again to hold you. It would seem he has surrendered to the limitations of the dress and he nods, "Perhaps you can modify it the little bit it needs. I will look very nice on you." The man turns slightly, back towards his desk - his thigh drawing you with him as his free hand reaches for that drawer once more. The small amount of space that leaves you pinned between him and the desk though as he does so.

        Natalia is operating with small steps in those heels, shifting over as you turn the chair and she feels your legs bumping against her own. Her eyes close when your hands are on her legs again and she trembles slightly, her own hands reaching out to grip the desk for help with balancing while she bends over slightly. "I'll see about getting it tailored. But.. it's usually harder to add to a dress rather than take away." Assuming of course those were the modifications that you meant.

        Dragomir manages to get his hand in the drawer, taking out some tiny vial and brings it swiftly to his face and snaps it. An intake of air through his nostrils and the burn which causes him to growl as he neutralizes his own sense of smell. There is a tension that overides his body for that moment, and he settles back into the chair and withdraws his hand from you as he does so. The chair is turned back slightly, giving you room once more to move as you so wish. "Ahh yes.. that makes sense." he admits.

        Natalia turns around and then leans back against the desk, sitting on the edge of it actually as she lets her legs slightly dangle off the end. "Dragomir.. we can't keep doing this.." She whispers, a guilty look on her face. "We both know where this ends. And.. it's not worth the risk."

        Dragomir has settled back into his seat, and those intense blue eyes lift to watch you, to consider you as he hears your words. The man turns his chair back to face you, letting your legs near his own once more. "This is difficult. It feels unnatural to resist this part of who I am, how I was raised. Every instinct within me demands this, and yet I am denying it. This battle is something i must figure out. You are fine Natalia, you've done nothing wrong." the man reveals a bit of his inner turmoil as his eyes settle on the soft surface of your thighs on the desk before him.

        Natalia shakes her head a bit, not shifting away when you come closer. "My.. family wasn't as progressive as things are here. Honestly I thought that I would show up here and the elder Mihailovich would just take me as a mate as a matter of course. I was raised to... be comfortable with this." She gestures between you and her. "But I have done things wrong. I haven't worked hard enough to say no to you. But.. I also feel like I'm not supposed to say no to you."

        "You're not. It is an important part of our breeding, and our Tribe. The purity of the line preserved over all else. Our family has suffered horrible losses, and many of ours were slain before they could produce heirs." Dragomir explains, and then he motions his half-gloved hands foward once more, along your thighs to touch your fair skin and caress, even as finger tips slip beneath the hem line of the dress to do so. The man's eyes look up towards you as he says, "You were raised in similar fashion as myself.. to bring Warriors into this world.. strong and beautiful children to grow within the body Gaia has given you for this very purpose." It seems he relates all too easily to the feelings.
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        Natalia's eyes close as your hand drifts along her leg and begins to press the hem of the dress up. It doesn't have to be pushed very far at all to reveal her panties as she closes her eyes. She shudders slightly and nods her head. "Yes.. that's the way I was raised too. But..." The complaint dies in her throat however, the retort never coming as she shudders under your touch.

        The man attempts once more to draw scent, though he has denied himself the ability to do so, and that is difficult. Dragomir offers calmly, "I want you to be happy here.. for you to fulfill your intended purpose to the Tribe and to find what gives you purpose and pleasure." The man's strong hands continue to softly caress your young skin, drawing you gently from the edge of the desk as he does so and watches you with those blue eyes of his. "Is that what you want Natalia?"

        Natalia slips off of the edge of the desk as your hands draw her forward, her gaze on you as the young girl's hands drift down to rest on your hands. She seems comfortable in your grasp. "I spent so much time running from my family, from all of this. But now that I'm back.. yes. yes that's what I want. It just feels right to me." Her eyes close and a moment later she shakes her head. "Dragomir.. we can't.." she repeats in a soft whisper.

        The shift forward doesn't place you in his lap, but his hands also do not yield more, lifting the hem of the dress up as you move forward. The man handles your body as though he owns it, without reservations for such things as your bodies vulnerability to him. "You will not run anymore.. now you are with me, and you will find your place once more." the man's voice is soft still, avoiding the screach of the jackal as much as he can. Those strong hands have risen higher, and the tips of his fingers scoop behind the back of your thighs gently to find the swells of your young ass. The hard shaft of the man's thick length of arousal still pressed to his suit pants just beneath your young body.

        There's a soft sound from her throat, a little gasp as your hands stroke up her legs and then come to grip her ass. Her eyes close and she trembles in your grasp, her hands reaching down to rest on your wrists as you make that declaration. There's a raw mixture of emotions in her now, she feels like she's approaching a point of no return. "Dragomir.. your mate. If she ever found it this would break her heart."

        The man's hands begin to withdraw, slipping down slowly and allowing you to move more freely once again. "There has been so much confusion.. and upset. So many factors and so much anger." He slips the chair back slightly and he offers, "But I will not have you feeling out of place, or as though you are not welcome. Tell me how things are going with Death Before Dishonor." he sits back, letting you shift as you will, though certainly not rejecting you either.

        Natalia lets out a shuddering gasp as you pull away, a sudden tension escaping her as she slumps forward a bit. You ask about Rian and she looks down at her hand, at that engagement ring on her finger. She purses her lips and then her eyes close, feeling a guilt all her own suddenly before she shakes her head. "Good. He's sweet and loving. He wants to make Fostern so that he can take me as his mate."

        Dragomir nods his head and he offers, "It will be good for him to become Fostern and to take you as a mate. That will give you the chance to serve your Tribe, and to bring Warriors into this world with Honor. That will please me." though obvious by the man's manner, he would just assume handle that here and now, and doubtlessly with rigorous enthusiasm. "You can change back to your dress, it fit better."

        Natalia was clearly willing to take the effort necessary to carry your child, but worry for Felicity's sake is truly what gave her pause. She nods her head at your words and slips out of the dress with.. some effort. Of course she's not wearing a bra and as she squeezes out of the dress her bare breasts come into clear view, her face scrunched up in a bit of effort as she tries to /squeeze/ out of it.

        As you work to get undressed before him, the man doesn't make much effort to withdraw or give you more space to do so. He probably could, but you seem to have his attention at the moment. No doubt the shape and curve of your beautiful breasts by the intensity of his blue eyes upon you. The man's hands lift, as though offering to help you if you need it, the touch of calloused fingers find your soft skin to hold.

        With your help she squeezes out of the dress, a bit of a gasp escaping her lips when she feels your hands along her skin. She steps out of the dress and leans back against the desk again, her hands resting on the dress as she stares at you. She stands there completely nude now except for her panties and heels. Her eyes close and she lets out a small breath, "I.. should go.."

        The man watches, considering you and hearing your words. Then slowly he begins to rise, his powerful frame against your soft nubile one, with only the desk behind you to support the sudden nearness of his body. Once more those nostrils flare, the desire to smell your scent and discover all the truths and secrets that lie within. That tense moment of him so suddenly there, apon you - and those eyes looking down against your face and he offers, "You please me." and then he offers further, ".. your being here.. your.." his words trail off.

        Natalia gasps as you press up against her and pin her against that desk. Her eyes shift up to your face and she stammers for a moment, the words not coming clearly. Her hands press against your chest though not in an effort to push you away. But then she sees that ring on her finger, the ring from Rian. She hesitates for a moment but then finds the will to say, "You have to stop.."
        It is rather clear that Natalia is arroused, her hard nipples pressing against your chest when you lean into her, she will go through with this if you push for it, but she fears for the consequences.

        Dragomir is aroused, quite aroused.. and when you are a predatory rage-filled monster, arousal is a serious and very real thing. It is obvious by how close he is, and the press of that thickened groin in that moment is quite intention-filled. "I would never take from you without your consent." he explains, and then he starts to back up some so that you can have your space and he motions towards your bundled clothes and whispers, "I will step out, so that you can get changed without disturbance." perhaps knowing full well, that he's a breath away from claiming you.