A week or so, and several missions later, and maybe pointed looks from Damien, Skryra finally gave in. She would still have rather gnawed off her own leg than apologize to the vampire, but she had to admit, it would just be better to let things be. She sighed and ran her hands over her face, leaning back against the wall as she tried her best to gather all of her confidence to knock on the vampire's bedroom door. She didn't understated why this was so hard for her, why she was so nervous, but she had to rip the bandage off, here and now.

She pushed off the wall and before moving towards the door, poised to knock the door flew open, her knuckles a mere breath away from where the door just was. Lyn smirked as she locked eyes with the smaller woman, with melted gold meeting twin amethyst and obsidian. She relished in how the smaller women blushed as her eyes drifted away from hers but unable to pick one spot of her to stare at. She chuckled softly and reached down, swiftly grabbing the small werewolf's to bring her back to look eye to eye with her gasping and quickly stepping back.

"Is there any particular reason you've been pacing outside my door, interrupting my beauty sleep?", she said with a flourish of her hand as if that was the highest inconvenience anyone could do to her. Skryra bit back a sharp response, choosing to close her eyes and take a deep breath, "I came to apologize...", she felt her words trail off as she felt her confidence slipping away, she opened her eyes to see the vampire picking at her nails clearly uninterested, which quickly made the werewolf flush with annoyance. Lyn rolled her eyes huffing as she stepped out into the hall, sizing her up like a fresh cut of meat, "You want to apologize? Oh this is rich", she said with a grin, flashing forward to put a sharp nail under Skryra's chin, its point threatening to pierce the soft flesh of her throat.

"I do hope you can apologize properly, otherwise it will fall to me to show you your place yet again~", she said, breathy and sweet as if the malice of her words was nothing but friendly advice. Skryra's stomach turned as she gulped down air, alarm bells tolling loudly in her head, run run run run danger danger danger...

She nodded, doing her best to square her shoulders as she spoke with the smallest of quivers in her voice. "I was wrong, to insult you like I did...", she took a shaky breath, doing her best to swallow her pride, "It was a low blow, and since we've been working together I've seen that you are a good fighter and work well...". Her words trailed off as she looked down, not knowing if there was more she could say, and for all her courage she was rewarded with a shallow, dark laugh, "You really are just a spineless little mutt aren't you, a spineless brainless pest". With each word the vampire stalked towards her, eyes glowing as Skryra sputtered and back pedaled, her mind racing to try and figure understand what she could have possibly said wrong.

Her back hit the wall of the hallway and before she could even think to dodge out of the way, Lyn flashed forward and pinned her in place, holding her arms to the wall and shoving a leg in between the werewolf's own, coming dangerously close to the inner hem of her simple smaller workout shorts. She continued with her barrage of insults, leaning in close as her breath washed over the smaller woman's face, "I told you to give me a proper apology, and what do you say, oh you fight good I'm sowwy for calling you mean names", she spits out clearly mocking her, "You sniveling little welp, it's no wonder he'd choose me over you in a heart beat~".

Skryra lets out a confused whimper as she tries to shake off the confusion the sudden barrage of insults the woman just threw at her, wriggling against her grip without avail as the vampire laughs at her mockingly, "A stupid little pup like you needs to be taught her place", she says haughtily, spinning the small woman off the wall and using her loss of balance to send her careening into her bedroom.

Skryra doesn't even get the chance to look for an escape as she corralled back first into her bed, falling backwards as the larger woman pins her once more. She can barely register anything but the feral look in the woman's golden eyes and softness of the bed compared to her hard grip on her wrists as the woman leans in close once more.

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"You need to be taught some manners, since you can't even apologize properly", she says while moving her wrists together and expertly holding them in one hand, using the other to harshly caress the werewolf's face, earning a soft blush and whimper.

She smiles at the oh so suddenly submissive little welp before her before resting her thumb against her lips while pressing firmly against her, whispering huskily, "Open wide", and as Skryra complies so quickly she quickly slides her thumb into her mouth, earning a sweet little noise of confusion, "Now suck~".

The werewolf quickly obliges, suckling sweetly on her thumb as she closes her eyes and closes her eyes, trying not to think about the fucked nature of the situation. Lyn noticed this and quickly digs the point of her index finger into the werewolf's cheek, forcing her to open her eyes and nearly bite down on the digits she's practically fucking her mouth with.

She's snarls at the blonde woman, quickly removing her thumb to smoke sure there's no lasting damage while grabbing her face roughly, "You nearly bit me you stupid mutt, you'll pay for that", she says, spitting in her face and slapping her hard enough to make the werewolf see stars.

The vampire takes this opportunity to move away from the woman, letting go for just a second Skryra suddenly here's the jingle and clatter of somthign very familiar next to her head and the sudden rough pressure of Lyn tying her hands together at the wrists. Pulling her up by the rope that now adorns her, she picks up the item that was just next to her head, a gods damned muzzle.

Skryra suddenly thrashes and makes a strangled, panic sound as her brain goes into full panic mode, earning another strike to the face from the vampire before she straddles her and roughly sets the muzzle to her face, "Stay still you little bitch", she says, her voice dripping with seemingly equal amounts of heat and venom. Skryra can do naughty more then whimper as the inner leather is forced in-between her teeth and the straps are quickly connected and tightened.

The woman lets her fall backward, with her body fully subdued as she looks down at her while holding the end of the rope tied around her wrists, admiring her handiwork.

"This will do oh so nicely, you look so much better tied up like a little fucking mutt".

Skryra blushes, letting out another whimper as she struggles at the rough strong rope, her brain swimming almost drunkenly through the confusion and enjoyment the pain of being held captive in such an embarrassing manner.

The vampire wastes no time, quickly spinning the rope over her non dominant hand, using the other to wrench the workout shorts Skryra was wearing downward, suddenly exposing her embarrassingly wet core to the cold atmosphere of the room and to the smug vampire, who takes her time inspecting the woman.

She moved in close, trailing her fingers down the flesh of her stomach right before her sensitive region, earning a soft moan from the werewolf as she struggles to even move away from the wicked woman's touch, her body desperately disobeying her as a sudden, sinful need overtakes her.

Before the vampire can do more however, her door slams open, and a furious looking Damien stalks into the room, his voice hard and low as he moves toward the two, "What the hell do you think your doing Lyn?", He says, moving close as she smiles sweetly at him as he continues, "Do you think this is a fucking joke, this twisted game your playing?".

Meanwhile, Skryra has all but passed out, her brain sparking like fireworks at the mess before her, whether it being worse that Damien is seeing her like this or the fact that she can't stop herself from enjoying this strange torture Lyn is pushing her through she doesn't know.

She feels herself being pulled up and the muzzle quickly disconnected before being scooped up by Damien as he turns to the vampire once more, "If you ever try to pull something like this again, I don't care what you think you know of me, you will pay dearly".

At some point, Skryra realizes at some point that she doesn't even remember being put into her room, or the fact that she's been made decent again until she snaps back and sees Damien pulling a hand down his face in frustration, before looking at her with a slurry of emotions she'd never thought she see in his eyes, he quickly leaves her room without another word, leaving her dumbfounded and cold on her bed, alone once more.