Dinner & Diatribes

[M4F] Dinner & Diatribes

SUGGESTION: I feel as if this particular script would sound the best in a slight Southern accent. Very subtle, of course. I’m sure you’ve played Overwatch at one point. Think Alcide from True Blood, or of McCree, but without all the heroics of course. But, if you can’t do it, or don’t want to – again – you don’t HAVE to. I’m not here to tell you how to live your life.

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[formally] I see you’ve finally arrived. Come on. Have a seat, right across from me, (murmured) *your Alpha*. Good.

No, no. Nothing’s wrong – [suddenly] and you’re not in any trouble, girl. Not you, anyhow.

You may work in the same house that I own and live in, but I haven’t seen you around in weeks. How have you been? (brief pause) Fine? That’s good.

You look nervous, love. You haven’t looked up since you stepped in the room and saw that I, along with my beautiful wife, was here, and that you’d have to sit in the only empty chair available: right in front of us.

Is something the matter? No? Nothing?

I find that hard to believe, considering your cheeks are redder than the fire behind me and your hand has not ceased shaking since you arrived.

I know you’re wondering why you’ve been invited, but I’ll get to that in a moment.

Now, I –

(long pause as she interrupts)

(quiet, quick laugh) I know you’re sorry about that. You couldn’t help yourself. It‘s nothing. Water under the bridge. But I did not send for you to come here to talk about that. No.

What then?

Well, love. [casually] I’m sure you’ve heard some of the rumours running around. It started amongst the maids, when one of you little lot claimed to another to have walked in on an unexpected sight. There is a . . . domino effect in gossip, I suppose, isn’t there? It started with one . . . and fled to another, and another, and another, and so on and so forth.

Ah, yes, but they are not *just* rumours, I’m afraid. Some of them are *true*. *Very* true, I’m afraid.

Oh, which one? (chuckle lowly)

Something tells me you didn’t believe it before, but I fear the rumours of your *Luna* are true.

[to yourself] Though, truly, how accurate would it be of me to say it *that* way?

Don’t lie to me. You don’t have to. I know you’ve heard them. *I’ve* heard them. Although, unfortunately, [in controlled anger, irritation] I was the last.

But yes, they *are* true.

My wife, this beautiful woman sitting beside me, [rough] is a *dirty*. *lying*. *whore*.

Oh, there you go again. Blushing. Though why this time? Is it because it’s the truth, and you know just by looking at her that what I’m saying is not a lie? Is it because I’m married to her and I’m talking about her like she is some common hooker on the street corner?

[matter-of-factly] I could very well have had both of them executed, or even killed them myself, but I *didn’t*. Instead, I chose to be . . . *merciful*.

[cruelly] (laugh) I could pay a fraction of what I give her, and get three times more than I receive in turn.

Can you believe that she committed adultery against her husband, against her *Alpha*? And for a man who is not even her real mate? Can you believe it?

It’s hard to do so, isn’t it?

[gentle] Yes. I thought so.

Even I can’t believe it . . .

(deep inhale, quick huff)

Y’know. I never thought that I’d find my mate. And after Marie’s was murdered in battle, I decided I might have no other choice than to settle with her. At the time, I didn’t mind. I suppose I would’ve considered her a very good friend. But, of course, things have changed.

She’s started fucking a regular wolf behind my back.

(lengthy inhale)

So, why are you here, then? Hm.

Do you know what you are? Born to a half demon mother and a human father. Yes? Good, good. But it’s obvious, as for what happened a few weeks back, that you don’t understand *why* you can’t control yourself around me.

You must’ve concluded by now that – even before I told you – another whisper is true. Marie is *not* my mate. We were never meant to be together, so of course, why wouldn’t I end up regretting ever having done so? But I didn’t have a choice. Not that you would know, but a pack is at its strongest with an Alpha *and* a Luna. It wouldn’t be fair of me to hold them back from that either, even if I would be the one at a disadvantage.

I suppose I should’ve seen it coming.

Do you know how long we’ve been married, girl? [firmly] Don’t shake your head at me; speak up. [repeated after her] “No, Sir.”

[almost inaudibly] (growl low)

Fourteen years. Fourteen damn years of me suffering behind closed doors – of which, I haven’t realised until recently. Fourteen years of me fucking another woman. (long pause)

And then you came around. I wasn’t sure at first – when I saw you, that is. But after the little . . . incident with you, I’m quite certain *now*.

(standing casually, moving around the table behind the listener, footsteps)

I’m sure you, [sarcastic] *my dear Marie*, have already guessed it. You’re an intellectual, girl; have you any ideas?

(growl) Say it again. “No, Sir.” – Again. [firmer] *Again*. Louder, girl.

(long pause)

(gently grab her throat, push her head up by her chin) You strode in with poise, amongst the group of new domestic servants behind Edna, the head maid. She was practically lunging, and you’re the only one who ever managed to keep up with her – although I assume that must have something to do with your nature . . .

I hardly noticed you at the time, outside of the fact that you were neither wolf nor human. Not fully, anyhow.

It was only when my Beta pointed you out at the gala that I did take notice.

(letting her go) Get up. Take off your shoes. Climb on the table. Yes, I’m serious. Climb on the table, on all fours, girl, and stay there until I say otherwise.

Mm. You hesitated, though that’s just your intuition speaking. You should be wary. You should be a little scared, a little frightened.

Do you remember that night? Those young, male wolves – they weren’t much older than you – had come up to terrorise you in the middle of the floor. You probably couldn’t have fought off all of them, but I’m sure one or two of them might’ve received quite the bite had you done so . . .

Was it because of your station that you didn’t? Or because you didn’t *want* to hurt them?

Everyone was starting to stare. Almost everyone. But . . . no one did anything. They ripped that pretty little dress of yours; your nipples were showing, and so was your stomach. What you were wearing could hardly be considered a dress before, as thin as it was, but when they did that? *Hmph*. (or do a low whistle if you can; I can’t do I don’t blame you)

[quietly, almost lost in thought] You looked right at me from across the room, and I think I saw tears in your eyes. You were about to cry, but you were in front of so many people – and so many of them already looked down on you like you were some foul creature beneath them.

You weren’t about to let them see you cry. No. You were about to run out and go home, and cry and scream into your pillow, weren’t you? But you stopped in your tracks when you met my eyes.

I don’t know what possessed me at the time to step forward; give you my jacket, and drive you home. Even back then, your face was redder than an apple. Were you that embarrassed, or was it your attraction to me? Even if there were tears in your eyes.

(quickly push the skirt of her dress over her ass and smack it) Ah, ah, ah. Don’t move, girl. You can gasp, but stay right where the fuck you are.

(smack her ass a few more times, quickly) There’s wet spot on your panties, girl, and your juices are starting to soak the insides of your thighs. In fact, you’re fucking dripping down them. Does this really turn you on? That much? Being watched by others as I tease you – which, long-standing the few – include my wife, the wolf she cheated with, my Beta and my female Gamma and I think even she would like to have a piece of you right now.

I’ve only now just begun to touch you [appreciative] and those sounds you make when I strike your ass. My god.

You are absolutely soaking and we can smell it. All of us. Every last one of us. [roughly] And it is absolutely, undeniably fucking sweet. Did you know that?

You haven’t been formally introduced to Luther. This is the man Marie has fucked a thousand times without my knowledge.

I suppose . . . I suppose it is somewhat due on my part. Lately, I haven’t had the energy to give her what she so desperately wants, the little slut. I fucked her until she came, until I came, and went straight on to sleep. And at some point between now and then, we stopped sleeping in the same bed.

Why don’t you, sweet *Maria*, take my seat. [quickly] Oh, no, no, no, honey; I insist. (brief pause) Good.

Valentina, please, have a seat. You, too, Gray. [amused] Wouldn’t want you to have to stand for the show.

[slower, paced, take your time] Now. There are two women right in front of you; Marie, to your left, my . . . *wife*, and Valentina, my Gamma, on the right. Beside them are Luther and Gray. They’re going to watch as I fuck you.

You seem surprised. What? Did you not realise where this was going? I’ve turned you around, told you to climb up on the table – on all fours, no less – slapped your ass, and commented on the state of your sopping wet pussy. Did you not think that it might come to this point?

You haven’t tried to stop me as of yet. Did you wish to continue or did you want to stop, girl?

(long pause)

(sighing) No reply.

(fist her hair, whip her around so that she’s sitting up facing you) Tell me, girl. I need to hear the words come out of your mouth – [firmly] Do you wish to continue? If you say ‘no’, you may very well leave at this moment and never say a word or even spare me a glance ever again. I won’t say I won’t be a little disappointed by your answer, but it is yours to give.

Do you wish to continue?

(another long pause)

“Yes, Sir.” (deep growl) Good girl . . . Now let me take these panties off you, and set them to the side. There. Look at that, you’ve already created a wet spot on this cloth.

(exhale) You look like you’re struggling over there, Luther, Gray, Valentina. You’re even squirming in your seat, Luther. Are you alright? Marie. Look beside you. Down. Further. Is there a tent in his pants?

(long pause)

[with cold amusement] Yes. That’s what I thought. Do you see that, Maria? Your precious little boy toy almost can’t keep his hands off himself just by the scent of her desire alone – can you imagine what he wants to do to this girl? What he would, if he could.

That’s a fucking jackass, Marie. A real jackass.

*Tsk*, *tsk*, *tsk*.

[back to the listener] (audible, lengthy inhale) The more I rub my hands up and down your thighs, the hotter you get, the more juice flows out of your cunt. My goodness, I can’t believe how much of it there is.

Lift up your legs, put your feet at the edge. I want to see you. Spread them apart, spread your legs. Good girl.

Gentlemen, and Valentina, I’m sure you can see from that angle just how wet her pussy is. She is practically leaking. I’m sure I could already stick two, maybe three fingers in. But let me just rub that little flushed clit of yours with the pad of my thumb.

Already so damn sensitive. Your whole back came up off the table, and you yelped. When was the last time you took care of yourself, girl? Has it been a long while?

Ah, a very long while. I see. Oh, please; keep putting ‘Sir’ on the end of everything. [humorous] (chuckle) Are you trying to flirt with me?

Bring your knees closer to your chest. Closer. *Closer*. Good, good. Now, see. You’re exposed and your pussy is even more sensitive than it was before.

But you’re not going to cum yet, girl. Not without my cock in you anyhow.

(suck on your thumb)

[delighted] God, you taste even sweeter than you smell. Do you want to taste yourself? Ah, a craving nod.

(pull her up momentarily and kiss her, then push her to her back again)

[gently] I know I talked about him, but, girl, I am just as hard if not harder than he is right now. But for now . . . I’m just going to bring you to the brink of an orgasm . . . and pull back.

Your hand is over mine as I do this but you know you have no control over it, that’s why your touch is rather gentle, and your own fingers are loose. You already want to cum, don’t you?

(laugh)

I told you not yet, girl. Not without me inside you, to the hilt. You’re going to have to suffer for right now.

I might even make you beg. Later, though. Right now, I just want to mark you.

You may very well touch yourselves if you can not help it. I know I can’t.

(undoing you belt, though not dropping your pants) Look at me, girl. Do you see the size of my cock? All of that is going into your pussy . . . *right* . . . *now*.

(slowly sliding into her, quiet moaning) Oh, fuck. Goddamn, you may not be especially small, but your pussy is certainly *very* tight, girl. Oh, wow. I shouldn’t be surprised . . . [admittedly] but I am somehow. Damn . . .

(slowly sliding in and out, back and forth) You weren’t a virgin, were you, girl? No? Well, I wouldn’t have said that if I didn’t know any better now.

(growl) I don’t even have to tell you to wrap your legs around my waist, drawing me closer as I pull your ass to the very edge, practically off of it. My entire shaft is covered in your lust, girl. Look how hard your nipples are, poking through that white, lacy sheet of a dress.

[quietly] You don’t mean to be provocative, do you? You can’t help it; you just *are*. It’s written in your nature.

Gray. Valentina. Are you two close? [amused] Very close, huh! [understanding] I can’t blame you. She’s a sight to behold. Her heavy breasts bouncing ever so slightly against her chest, her back arching off the table with every thrust, her long, painted nails clutching the cloth at either side of her ass. I’m not sure what it is about a prominent collar bone on a woman, but the sight is tantalising.

Oh my god, look at that. Your fangs are peaking out between your parted lips. (lean over, grab a fist of her hair, and pull her head back) Look at them, girl. Look at Maria. She hates Blood-Drinkers, and yet she’s forced to watch her husband fuck one.

[to the wife, coldly] No, don’t look away, Marie. [harshly] Look at her, and look very carefully. Her heavy breath and her moans coming out of her parted lips. Do you see how bad she wants to cum with my cock sliding into her?

Isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you want to get fucked, wanted me to claim you? Was it in private or in front of others? I can’t remember.

(growling) Girl, tell her. Tell her you’re mine. Again, say it again. Tell her you’re going to cum all over your Master’s cock. *Say it*.

Fucking hell!

(suddenly fucking her rough until improvised orgasm, recover)

(breathing deeply to catch your breath) I think you screamed loud enough for the whole pack house to hear you . . . And you’re still cumming. [exhausted] Ooh.

Mm. Don’t worry, I’m not going to pull out, not until you’re done. Even still, I think we can for a second one.

Oh, is that clit too sensitive. I can tell by your little desperate whimpers, your uncontrollable quivering and twitching, the way you try to close your thighs even though I’m still very much between them. Let me slide even further into your pussy. Down to the hilt, there we go. Oh, the way your breath hitched in your throat, it’s like music to my ears.

I know that’s an unusual feeling, the head of my cock pressing up against your cervix as I rub your clit, but don’t say it’s too deep. You can take it, you can manage another one. You can cum again.

Fucking cum.

(improvised, quiet groans)

(long pause, still recovering)

[enphasised, almost like you’re showing her off] Look how hard she fucking came. Your whole body tensed with your back arched, and something tells me that image is going to be seared into my mind till the end of my days . . .

Would you like to come over to the other side of this table and suck her off of me, Marie? Maybe lick my cum out of her? Hm?

No? No, I didn’t think so.

Now, then . . . [coldly] Get the hell out.