When Riley and Autumn entered her apartment, she smirked with a blend of mischief and a hint of something darker — something that carried a spark of lust beneath her teasing demeanor. She kept it subtle, though. Riley wasn’t always the best at picking up on social cues, and she knew she had to take her time. Patience would pay off.

She closed the door behind them with a soft click and took his hand, gently pulling him further inside. The living area was cozy and familiar, filled with warm lighting and the comforting clutter of books, blankets, and plants lining the windowsill. They made their way over to the couch, where they both settled in. Autumn picked up the remote, turning on the television and navigating to Max before putting on an episode of Game of Thrones.

"Figured you’d like this one," she said with a sly smile.

Riley gave a small nod and leaned into her, resting his head on her lap with a quiet, birdlike caw. It was his way of asking for attention, a sound that had become endearing to her over time. Autumn’s expression softened as she placed her left hand on his head, her fingers threading gently through the feathers hidden among his hair. She began massaging his scalp, her touch light but purposeful.

Riley’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping him. He lowered his head further, exposing the back of his neck to her, a gesture that was instinctively submissive. Autumn’s lips curled into a smile of amusement, her fingers rubbing slow, deliberate circles at the nape of his neck.

"You always lower your head when I give you affection," she remarked with a playful lilt, her gaze flicking down to meet his half-lidded eyes. "Why do you do that~?"

Riley’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. "I-I, uh..." he stammered, his voice faltering as he tried to come up with an answer. The truth was obvious to her; Riley couldn’t help it. He was naturally submissive, especially when it came to her.

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"Aww, showing submission to your queen, crow-boy~?" she cooed, her teasing tone making his blush spread all the way to the tips of his ears.

"S-stop it, Autumn," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to hide his face in her lap. He was as red as an electric light now, and Autumn reveled in it.

She didn’t push further with words, but her hands never left his neck, her touch becoming a little more firm as she continued massaging him. They both turned their attention back to the TV, where the epic drama of Game of Thrones unfolded before them. Despite the intense scenes on screen, the real tension was right there on the couch between them, simmering beneath the surface.

As the episode drew to a close, Autumn looked down at Riley again. He seemed so relaxed, almost sleepy, nestled against her. With a gentle but deliberate motion, she cupped the tip of his beak, her fingers curling around it as she tilted his head up, forcing him to meet her gaze. The mischief in her eyes had deepened, taking on a more intense, almost predatory gleam.

"Look at you," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry murmur. "So obedient, even without me asking."

Riley’s breath hitched, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. He swallowed hard, but his gaze didn’t waver. He was trapped under her spell, and they both knew it.

Without warning, Autumn shifted her weight, pinning him against the couch. Her smirk spread into a full, toothy grin, her body hovering over his, her hands bracketing either side of his head. Riley’s pulse raced beneath her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of his ear.

"Oh dear Riley... You're mine," she whispered, her voice a husky, possessive purr.

Riley’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a stuttered, "Y-yes, queen."

Autumn’s grin widened, satisfied with his submission. (STOP! WE HAVE TO COCK BLOCK THIS FOR AN EMERGANCY ANNOUNCEMENT)

(The narrator regrets to inform you that he cannot continue into a sex scene. His parents might read this, and explaining why he wrote one would be... complicated. So, with that, we must leave you hanging and swiftly move on to Chapter 4.)