by Fur and Fantasy
Nc-17 for M/F Kinky sex
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file
It was the end of yet another week at Enforcer HQ, and most of the day shift had gone home already.
Sergeant Yolanda brushed her hair back with her hand, and took a deep breath before opening the door to Commander Feral's office and stepping in.
"Sir? There's some information from the squad's last case that I need to go over with you sometime. Maybe over dinner tonight?"
"Dinner?" the Commander looked up from his desk and fixed his eyes on her. "I assume there's some remarkably good reason that you can't just report like everyone else?"
"I could, if you wanted to take a few hours sitting in here going over it. These files," she held up the papers she'd brought in with her, "indicate a number of situations that the Squad might wind up dealing with in the future, depending on what is done with the information in them. When I went over them the first time around, I spotted several concerns I had, and I thought it would be more comfortable to go over them elsewhere."
"Indeed? How thoughtful of you." It was impossible to tell what Feral thought of the idea, his face and voice holding their notorious even neutrality. "I suppose you have somewhere in mind?"
"Have you ever gone to Flaherty's? Good food, and they usually leave you alone if it looks like you're busy. Used to go there when my old partner and I were sorting out case info."
"I see." He fell silent for a few moments, making notes in the file open on his desk. "I haven't the time to receive an extensive report today. What I do have is a private table at Lumiere. Dress appropriately."
"Yes, sir. When should I be there?"
Feral considered the question briefly. "Half past six. That should give us ample time to consider your concerns."
"I'll meet you there, then. Thank you, sir." She turned around and walked out of his office, slightly more spring in her step than there had been on the way in.
Yolanda walked into Lumiere wearing a lavender evening dress that, she hoped, would fit in here. She hated trusting to somebody else's fashion sense, but it was better than using hers.
She was carrying the files, to keep things looking proper, when the maitre'd approached her.
"Do you have a reservation, miss?"
"I was supposed to meet Commander Feral here?"
"Yes, miss. This way, please."
She followed him into the dining area, and paused for a moment when she saw the Commander sitting in his dress uniform. Licking her lips and trying to focus on not stumbling, she continued to the table.
"Hello, Commander," she said, taking her seat.
"Good evening," he replied evenly. "Would you like to order entree?"
"Is there anything you would recommend? I honestly haven't the slightest idea what half these foods are," she blushed slightly, but figured it would be better not to try faking it, especially somewhere like this.
Feral smirked and turned his head slightly, attracting the attention of a waiter. "Entree," he said crisply, "Grande salade jardin pour la femme, et des crepes pour moi. Sil vous plait."
"Thank you. French never was one of my strong points."
She was silent for a few moments, trying to figure out what to say next. It didn't help that her heart was pounding a mile a minute. Then she remembered the papers she'd brought with her.
"Should we start on that information now, or wait until after we've eaten?"
"Why don't you give me an overview of the things that are troubling you?"
"The main issue is in the various places the funding seems to be disappearing from KinCorp holdings. Nothing easily traced, but we've already traced them down to several operations with connections to organized crime figures - the reason we got mixed up in this in the first place, instead of letting the accountants deal with it, if you'll remember.
"It could take awhile to find out exactly who in particular is involved, but there are possibilities that this could get big - Greg - Officer Fortuna - has some bad feelings about this, and he's usually pretty good about judging this sort of thing." She decided to wait for his response before continuing, hoping she'd get some sort of sign, but becoming increasingly frustrated with the lack of signs from him that she would or wouldn't make a complete ass out of herself if she said what was really on her mind.
"I see. This could warrant a thorough investigation of all those involved, although with the scandal it will cause in the media I may have to take things in hand personally. What you are suggesting is not something to be undertaken lightly." The waiter returned as Feral finished speaking, setting a fresh salad down in front of Yolanda, and presenting the Commander with a small pile of savory crepes. "Merci," he said with a nod.
"Thank you." When the waiter had left, Yolanda thought for a moment.
"That's the main reason I thought I should bring it to your attention. Although the Squad's recommendation was more along the lines of find out exactly who the money was going to, which individuals were siphoning the funds, and deal with them on a case-by-case basis." She raked her lower lip with her teeth as she looked at her salad. "There's another issue, as well. A personnel issue, of sorts."
"Indeed?" Feral arched an eyebrow as he looked at her across the table, his hands slicing the crepes and lifting them to his mouth apparently of their own accord.
Yolanda sighed and tried to keep her focus.
"Frankly, sir, I'm falling for another officer. It hasn't negatively affected my work, and I don't expect that it will, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to focus on things outside of work."
Feral gave her a sharp look and set his cutlery down, surprising her with his ability to focus on her even more intently than he had been. "I see. You realize that this could be a serious matter? Some leeway can be given, but this is not the Academy where you can simply sleep with whomever you choose."
"Understood, sir," Yolanda started to seriously reconsider the possible ways she could get out of this one. "The main reason I haven't mentioned it to anybody yet. I thought it would be better to bring to your attention before it became a more serious issue."
"The ... object of your affections doesn't know about the situation then?"
"Not to the best of my knowledge, sir. Don't know how much longer that will last, though. It's hard not to let anything show. There is one other person who knows, but I don't think that she'd say anything about it."
A smile unfolded across the commander's face. "Are you entirely sure about that?"
Yolanda gave an inward sigh of relief, hoping the smile meant she hadn't screwed up too badly.
"Sure that she wouldn't have said anything - mostly. Sure that the tom in question doesn't know," Yolanda blushed deeply, "I rather hope that I'm wrong."
Feral chuckled softly. "I have been doing this for an exceedingly long time, and it takes a great deal to slip something past me. Even something so simple as this."
Yolanda shrugged sheepishly. "Can't blame a girl for trying? After all, if I could keep a handle on it, it'd probably save a lot of trouble all around. Just not as good at it as I thought I was."
"Whereas I managed to get you into an expensive restaurant and an evening dress without so much as spiking your suspicion." He picked up his cutlery again and went back to eating. "And, just as a hint, toms will tend to notice when an avowed lesbian starts showing an interest."
"I'll make a note of that," Yolanda smiled as she started on her salad. "I suppose the next question should be, what next? I honestly wasn't sure if I'd get this far."
"That is the thing to consider," Feral agreed as he worked his way thorough his entree.
Yolanda thought for a moment. "Well, I do have a few ideas about where to go next, but I don't know if that's quite what you had in mind at this point."
Feral chuckled softly. "Even you might be surprised by the things that go on in my mind."
She cocked her head slightly, a quirky smile on her face. "Pleasantly surprised?"
"That would depend on exactly what you find pleasant."
"Just how blunt would you like me to be, Commander? There's quite a bit that I find incredibly pleasant that surprises some people."
"Yes," he said slyly. "I know. You should be aware that I have no intention of simply beating or whipping you though. I am not such an amateur."
Yolanda murred appreciatively, thinking about what he might have in mind.
"Sound like very pleasant thoughts. I have a very short list of things that I don't usually enjoy, Commander. And some of those are up for negotiation, as some people know."
"Understand this," Feral said softly, suddenly becoming much more intense again. "I will make you moan, I will make you scream, I will make you beg. I may or may not choose to fuck you. If you give yourself up to me then you give yourself up completely."
"Understood," she said, remembering a few nights she'd had that fit that description to a tee - enjoying the thought that this could be longer term immensely. "I'm not exactly new to this myself, sir. Frankly, the only issue I've had before was finding somebody I could trust that much, that long."
Feral leaned back, raising his eyebrows curiously. "Me? You have unusual taste, especially for someone who's been running around after women."
"That may be. But they are my tastes. I've been looking for somebody I felt I could trust like that for a long time. And, in the end, it's just who the person really is that matters, isn't it? Moreso than the equipment they bring with them? Just haven't met any men I felt that way about. Up until you."
"Far be it from me to dissuade you. I've noted your significant endurance."
"Just which sort of endurance have you noted?"
"Many sorts. You've proven to be most ... resilient."
"Thank you. Would you happen to be planning on testing that resiliency?"
Feral chuckled softly, finishing up the crepes and setting his cutlery down. "I intend on surpassing it."
"That might be harder than you think," Yolanda took the last bite of her salad, and smiled at the Commander as she put her fork down. "Then again, I think I'd enjoy it quite a bit if you succeeded."
"I've done it to plenty of Kats before. Convinced they could take any beating I'd care to dish out, they succumb to other methods distressingly easily."
"Anybody who's gotten into a combat-heavy position on the Enforcers should be able to take a beating that wasn't intended to kill them, I'd think. With a few exceptions. The rest of it's the part that you have to work to deal with. Though a lot depends on what you mean by succumb."
"Hmmmm, I rather suspect you'll find out."
"I hope I don't disappointment you."
"I doubt that that will be an issue. If I did, you wouldn't have gotten this far."
"Good to know you have confidence in me. Something I've missed before."
Feral chuckled softly. "I do not accept the weak, or the uncertain. I find they make most dissatisfying playthings."
"I think I like that description - much better than some of I've heard."
"Well then, the question becomes this. Do you want to continue eating or are there other, more pressing, hungers to be sated?"
"After our conversation, do you really need to ask? I think I've had enough to eat. At least out of what's on the menu."
"Well then, shall we depart? I have an apartment near here."
"Certainly. Good thing I took a cab here."
"I have a car, naturally," he told her as he stood from the table. "This way."
Yolanda stood, quietly pushed her chair in, and followed him out to the car.
Feral's apartment was neat and well kept, with a spaciousness that spoke even more clearly of money then the stylish furniture. He padded easily across the room, doffing his jacket and leaving it resting over the back of the couch as he passed through into the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you. I don't usually drink," Yolanda explained as she looked around the apartment, slightly stunned. She hadn't known what to expect, but she certainly hadn't been expecting something quite this ... extravagant?
"Very nice place you have here."
"Not as spacious as the others," Feral replied as if there was nothing remarkable about what he was staying, "But it's close to work, which is definitely an advantage."
"I can imagine. Do you use this place often?"
Feral shrugged as he came back into the lounge, carrying a glass of dark red wine. "It depends on what's going on at the time. I suppose I might be here half the time, maybe a little less."
"Do you have anything you'd like to know about? Here I've been asking questions, and you might have some for me. Though you probably know as much about me as I do, between my file and the fact that I'm sure you could find out almost anything you really wanted to know."
"Near enough," Feral replied with a chuckle as he made himself comfortable on the couch, "Although we draw the line at installing remote cameras in Academy student's rooms."
Yolanda laughed at the thought. "You'd have gotten quite the show some nights, I'm sure. May I sit down?"
"Please, make yourself comfortable." He took a couple of swallows from the glass, watching her closely as she moved. "I actually have some familiarity with the exploits of your Academy class, as it happens."
Yolanda decided to take a chance and sat down next to the Commander on the couch, trying to gauge his reaction - but not expecting much luck, given her track record with him.
"Well, I'm pretty sure there were a couple of us that weren't too interesting. At least to hear them tell about it. By the way, the relaxed look suits you well. And here I was thinking that you couldn't possibly be any more attractive."
"Oh but it's the quiet ones you really need to watch," he replied with a grin, "Because you can bet any money they're watching you. Kats like Steven Roth, for example."
"Oh my. That guy was practically a monk - which, by that logic, means he can probably get us all fired. I think I'll remember that when his birthday rolls around again."
Feral laughed, a loud and surprising sound. "Oh my, if Roth is a monk then he must be part of a very interesting order indeed. If you're exceedingly lucky I might let you watch when he comes back to town next."
"Him? If we're talking the same guy, then he must be one of the best actors around. I'll bet he puts on an interesting show, though."
"He's smart enough not to broadcast his appetites, at least not in the sense that many people would pick up on. He's always an interesting experience."
"Tonight's just full of surprises, isn't it?"
Feral just smirked. "And so many more to come."
Yolanda murred and moved closer, leaning towards him. "And just when might some of these surprises start?"
Feral raised an eyebrow, looking her over with a speculative eye. "You think you're ready for that?"
"Do you think I'm not? And if you do, what might convince you otherwise?"
Feral smirked, waving toward the open area of carpet before the couch. "Strip. Show me what you've got."
Yolanda stood and moved to the place he'd indicated. "Would you just like me to strip? Or are you in the mood for more of a show?"
"Just get naked," he said easily, "You'll put on a much more satisfying show when you're not trying."
Yolanda slid her dress over her head slowly, revealing her thick chestnut-brown fur as she set it down next to her. She reached back to open the clasp on her bra, and put it down with her dress, as her fur seemed to ripple with each movement. Finally, she slipped out of her shoes, glad to be out of the high-heels, and worked her panties off, glad that she'd chosen a dark pair for tonight as she noticed the damp spot in the center of them and the smell of her own arousal, now that she wasn't working to keep her hormones under control.
Feral smiled as he ran his eyes slowly down along her form, a lazy but approving appraisal. "MMmmmm ... very nice." He sat there for almost a minute, looking her over with hunger in his eyes, before standing. "Perhaps we should go through to the bedroom."
Yolanda licked her lips, her expression matching his.
"As you wish...Master." The last part was added after a moment's hesitation, hoping that she wasn't presuming too much - but given what he'd said earlier, she didn't think he'd object.
Feral smirked and led the way down a short corridor into his bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment in was spacious and tastefully appointed, although the thing that drew Yolanda's attention immediately was the rectangular metal frame standing in the center of an open space near the bed. It looked to be of a very solid construction, despite its shiny, chromed finish and had manacles attached to it at regular intervals.
Yolanda murred deep in her throat as her imagination started running wild. "Where would you like me?"
Feral smirked and walked across to the frame, setting a hand on it and turning to look at her without a word.
She moved over to the frame and took up one of the positions, waiting for any adjustments that he wanted her to make.
"Arms above your head," he instructed, "And legs apart."
She took the position he said, and waited for what he was going to do next.
He locked her wrists in place and then her ankles, after spreading her legs a little further. He lingered behind her once she was secured, his hands trailing up her legs, over her hips and along the curve of her ass.
She did her best to arch into his touch, her tail moving to the side almost reflexively as she purred. "Do you like what you see?"
"Oh yes," he said, reaching one hand between he legs. His fingers traced over her cleft in a frustratingly brief touch and then continued back to touch the pucker beneath her tail. "I assume you're accustomed to taking things inside here as well?"
She pushed a moment's frustration to the back of her mind, focusing instead on his touch, voice, and scent. "And I enjoy it more than most would expect."
"Excellent," he purred softly. He stepped away from her, and she could hear him opening a drawer and shuffling it's contents around. After a few moments he stepped around in front of her, holding a small bowl filled with a translucent reddish liquid and what appeared to be a pastry brush.
Yolanda smiled at him as she practically shivered in anticipation, waiting to see what he would do, keeping quiet as she remembered when she did this sort of thing regularly, hoping he preferred the same responses she had used before.
Feral dipped the brush into the bowel and lifted it to her lips. A familiar tingly burning sensation sprung up as it passed, not to bad to begin with but growing more intense as the liquid sat. "Chili oil," he informed her, "Quite potent."
Yolanda nodded as her eyes watered involuntarily, fighting the urge to lick her lips.
Feral smirked, his eyes fixed intently of her face as he dipped the brush back in the bowl. Lifting the brush again he swirled it around her nipples, first the left and then the right, painting broad circles around the peaks of her breasts.
"Oh, gods!" Yolanda couldn't help but respond as the entirely new form of pain and pleasure tried to take her over.
"Heh, gods have absolutely nothing to do with it," Feral said in a deep rumble as he pained the oil across her body, making two broad stripes that curved down from her breasts to meet just below her navel. "You're in my hands now."
Yolanda locked her teeth together to keep from crying out, and nodded, forcing herself to try and focus on Him more than on the burning pain that was spreading along her body.
He set the brush aside for a moment and laid one hand flat against her belly, smiling as he felt the tension running underneath her fur. His eyes raked across her body, lingering in some areas and passing over other but drinking in the sight of her all the same. "No piercings?" he asked, sounding somewhat surprised.
Yolanda shook her head slowly as she worked to push down the burning, hoping it wouldn't get any worse until she'd adjusted.
"Let them heal," she explained, "too many places for somebody to grab if I got into a scuffle."
"That's unfortunate," Feral said softly, circling her navel with one finger. "I might decide to change that, later. How are you feeling?"
"I'm adjusting. Never done that one before - more intense than I'd expected. Incredible."
"You're awfully pretty when you've got you jaw clenched that way, fighting." He traced his fingers along under her chin as he said it, his mouth curling into a narrow smile. "But you've hardly begun to play this game."
Yolanda pushed the rest of the pain out of her mind, focusing on enjoying the new and varied sensations.
"If this is the first round, then the game must be phenomenal."
"There are five traditional categories into which these things generally fall. Sharp, blunt, hot, cold, and loud. That last one's somewhat unwieldy ... but I find that set somewhat limiting. I prefer to be more creative."
"I take it you've come up with new categories, then?"
Feral smirked, taking a pair of black gloves from his dresser and putting them on. "Some, although a great deal can be done simply by looking at them in new ways." He continued spiking as he picked up the oil again and walked around behind her. "For example, the burning sensation you feel now has nothing to do with heat. Most people simply consider this an amusing piece of trivia, but it has some interesting implications. It's possible to burn and freeze at the same time." He touched something to the back of her neck, slightly wet, bitterly cold, and yet still carrying the same burning sensation she could still feel on her breasts.
Yolanda inhaled sharply as she fought the impulse to buck her, head reminding herself that he knew what he was doing, even if she was in way over her head now. She could trust him not to go too far.
She repeated that mentally several times until she was sure she was convinced.
Feral chuckled softly by her ear as the sensation moved downwards along her spine. There was no trail of cold left behind as it moved, though it did leave a stripe of the now familiar burning sensation in her fur.
Once she was expecting the cold, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been at first, though the mix of feelings was unusual.
"That's definitely different."
"I'm pleased you appreciate it," he said as the freezing sensation moved further downward. "So many people simply expect to be beaten."
"If I just wanted a beating, I could have found a brawl to break up the hard way," she said as she steeled herself for what she thought was coming next.
He slipped the thing he was holding around her tail and pressed it up against the tight pucker beneath, pushing against it with a surprisingly gentle pressure.
If she'd thought it was intense before, this was a whole new level of experience, with no fur to protect the nerve-dense skin. She fought back an urge to protest, especially when she thought about how it would feel if he pushed it into her.
The thought was practically prophetic, as Feral steadily increased the pressure until she began to open up. It was an ice-cube, she realized as it began to sink into her body, although obviously somewhat enhanced.
A handful of things she could say were lost completely as she bit down and gripped the frame as well as she could, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to think about anything besides the blended sensations inside of her.
Feral kept pushing until the ice was completely inside her, giving her ass a possessive squeeze before wandering back around in front of her. "You're probably going to dribble for a while now," he told her with a smirk, "Although as wet as you are it probably won't make much difference."
Yolanda tried to relaxing as much as she could, adjusting as fast as she could so she could push her discomfort away, focusing instead on watching him.
"The company has a strong effect on me," she said, her voice slightly strained.
Feral chuckled softly, stroking her cheeks with leather-clad fingers. "I'm just playing with you girl."
She relaxed a bit further as the cold became a little less intense, and she got used to the burning from the oil. "Enjoying yourself then?"
"Oh yes, I think you'll do very nicely."
"Is there anything you want me to do differently?"
Feral shook his head. "No, not yet at least. If there is then you'll know about it."
"Good. I don't want to disappoint you, after all."
Feral smirked, stepping back as he could run his eyes along her whole body. "No, you seem very eager to please. Excellent. You realize of course that if I take you then your service will not be limited to this room?"
"Of course not. Never thought it would be, unless that was how you wanted it."
Feral smirked. "I would have thought you'd realized by now that I never accept anything but complete control."
Yolanda smiled back at him, almost a half-smirk. "I didn't say that I expected it, just that I was prepared for the possibility, albeit a slim one."
"It may even be," He continued as though she hadn't spoken, "That your service is not limited to me, should I choose to have you entertain others."
"All right," she said, accustomed to being ignored by whoever was in charge, but saying it all the same.
"Your body will belong to me. You will not so much as touch yourself without my permission. I have ways of enforcing that if you prove to have insufficient self-control."
"Excellent," he said again, reaching up to release her hands. He reached into his jacket and drew out a business card, handing it to her. "Your first instruction is to go to the address listed on this card. Show it to them and they'll know what to do. You will do this within the next week. You will have no sexual contact of any sort until it is done."
Yolanda pushed back her frustration as she took the card. "I understand. Should I go get dressed, then?"
"Yes," he said simply as he released her feet as well. "I'll expect to see you on duty tomorrow. There will be no more lenience given on account of this arrangement."
"Of course," she said as she went to collect her clothes and start getting dressed, trying to make as little mess as she could.
It took Yolanda a day longer than she'd wanted to get to the address, but she was there two days later, and not in the best of moods. She hated waiting for investigations to catch up with her.
She knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
It was opened promptly by a graying tomkat, dressed in a sharp black suit. "Can I help you miss?"
"I was told to bring this here," she explained, holding the card out to the kat who greeted her.
"Aha, young master Feral sent you. Do come in." The kat took the card and led them through into what appeared to be a waiting room, decorated in sumptuous style. "If you'll wait here I'll see if master Eric can see you."
Yolanda waited were she was told, wondering what this place was, and reminding herself why she was here - He'd told her to come here, so she would.
It wasn't long before a handsome black tomkat walked into the room, wearing a pair of shorts and tennis shoes. "Aha," he said when he saw her, "So you're Uly's new plaything, hmm?"
"Yeah. I take it you were expecting me?"
"No, actually, but I can't imagine how anyone else would get one of those cards. I suppose he's just about due for another, now that you mention it, but his sending a woman is a little unusual."
"Usually prefers toms, I take it?"
"Usually, yes, although I get the feeling that you don't stray too far from his type. Shall we go upstairs?"
"This way," he said, leading her out of the room and up a long curving staircase. The whole building appeared to be decorated in expensive style, so much so that as they reached the landing Yolanda became nervous about brushing up against things. "Through here, if you please," the black kat instructed, holding a door open for her.
Yolanda walked through, wondering why she was here.
"Well now, the black kat said casually as he closed the door behind him, "Usually we require that you take off your clothes for this. You know how insistent Uly is about accuracy."
"All right," she said as she started taking her clothes off. The only thing keeping her from asking what was going on was the implied directive not to ask, but she couldn't help but wonder.
The stranger gave her a quick, frank looking over once she was done, walking arounf her to gat a good look from all angles. "Hmmmmmmm .... right. He crossed to the other side of the room and opened a pair of cupboard doors, revealing a wide variety of fetish gear, mostly black leather and metal fittings. "I think open baskets will be best for your breasts, he'll like that. Did he mention whether he wants an open or closed groin?"
"No, he didn't." She breathed a mental sigh of relief when she realized it was just a fitting, not some sort of examination.
"I'll have to ask him about it then. It's always black leather, of course, but for the fittings how about ... this?" He handed her an octagonal metal ring, it's deep red surface polished to an impeccable finish.
"Does he have any particular preference?"
"No, just that the ones we choose look good on whoever's wearing them. I don't think the blue will suit, to be honest, and green's a maybe at best. The chrome finish is always safe."
"If you think that the red will go best, then I'll go with that - I've honestly never had much experience with it, and it should go well."
"Red it is then," he decided, pulling a measuring tap out. "Now if you could stand up straight please, I'm afraid this could take some time."
He wasn't kidding as it turned out; he took more measurements of her body than she'd though possible before.
"Well, I think that might be it," he announced once he was finally done. "The initial consult is usually fairly brief. I'll get in touch with Uly, find out a couple of things and I'm sure he'll let you know when I need you back."
"All right. I take it I should be on my way, then?"
He shrugged as he made some notes about what they'd decided. "Well, I'm not sure what your instructions are. I'm sure we can find a drink for you if you'd like."
"No need, I wouldn't want to be a bother. Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure what my instructions were after this point either. I was simply told to come here, and that you'd know what to do. Nothing about after that."
"Ah, let me give you a little piece of advice," he said gently as he took her arm and steered her back towards the steps. "Don't expect him to dictate every move you make. He's going to assume you know how to do the little things like breathing, eating and living your day to day life. On the other hand, when he's got something for you to do you'll certainly know about it."
"Noted. I should probably head home, then. Have a good night."
Nc-17 for M/F Kinky sex
Het Level is High Het Smut Level is Medium Slash Level is Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
32 KB, Story is Closed-Unfinished, Series is Closed-Unfinished
Written April 2, 2002 by Karl Wolfemann and Vorex
Setting: SWAT Kats
Primary Races: Kat
Contents: Furry. Het (M/F). Admittance Story, Fraternization, Master/Slave (Consensual), Sex (BDSM), Sex (First Time)
Pairings: Ulysses Feral/Yolanda Martins
Notes: SK elements belong to others, Blade (Yolanda) belongs to Jason, Feral ... well, just read and see.
Blurb: Sergeant Yolanda Martins has a very serious crush on someone she shouldn't. Fortunately, he doesn't seem to mind, and they share a high level of compatibility in bed, considering he prefers toms and she prefers shekats.
Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.
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