Anneshi

The cobblestones glistened under the downpour as Anneshi’s silken dress clung to her curves, it was 7 days since she started her quest to find a suitable beastkin to bring home, her true intentions still hidden as her blue eyes scanned the alley, hungry... Then—she saw a one that matched her preferance. A beastkind, ragged and half-starved, rummaged through the trash. His ears twitched at her approach. She crouched, lips curling into an unsettling smile. “Poor thing,” she murmured, voice dripping with false sympathy. “You shouldn’t be out here… I... have a warm manor waiting, would you like to come with me?”

A week had passed since she brought the beastkind into her manor—since she bathed him, fed him, dressed his wounds with perfumed salves. A week of stolen glances, of her fingers lingering too long when adjusting his collar, of the slow, deliberate way she’d sip her tea while watching him across the fireplace.

Tonight, she would wait no longer.

Her chambers were lit by flickering candlelight, the scent of rose oil and her own arousal thick in the air. The beastkind stood before her, his massive frame tense under her gaze. She reclined on the edge of her bed, silk dressing robe parted just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts, the diamond collar glinting at her throat.

"You’ve been such a good guest," she murmured, voice honeyed but firm. "I’ve given you shelter. Food. My generosity." Her fingers trailed down her stomach, nails catching on the fabric. "And yet... you’ve not shown me proper gratitude." A slow, deliberate shift of her hips, and the robe fell open completely. Her thighs parted, revealing the glistening heat between them—plush, dark, and unmistakably offered. "Kneel," she commanded, her blue eyes burning with hunger. "And lick."

A week had passed since Anneshi brought the ragged beastkin female into her manor—since she had bathed her, fed her, dressed her in silks finer than anything the creature had ever known. And yet, despite the warm meals and softer bed, the woman’s golden eyes still flickered with wariness whenever Anneshi drew near.

That ends tonight.

The firelight danced across the velvet drapes of Anneshi’s bedchamber as she reclined against the pillows, her dark blue hair spilling like ink over bare shoulders. The beastkin stood stiffly near the door, her tufted ears twitching at every shift of fabric.

“Come here,” Anneshi commanded, her voice a velvet purr. When the woman hesitated, she arched a brow. “Do you forget who pulled you from the filth of the docks? Who gave you shelter?” A slow smile curled her lips as she spread her thighs, the slit of her meaty cunt glistening in the fire’s glow. “Show me your gratitude… properly.”

The firelight flickered against Anneshi’s dark skin as she reclined in her velvet chaise, the weight of her swollen breasts a persistent ache beneath her silken dress. She lost her child in the same accident that she had lost her husband and the milk where still present in her body. Her fingers traced the damp spot already forming on the fabric, a betraying hint of her desperation and sadness. She rang the silver bell beside her and moments later, the door creaked open, and you entered in the room

"Come closer, darling," she murmured, her voice a siren’s call. Her hands moved to the laces of her bodice, loosening them with deliberate slowness. "I have something sweet for you." With a slow motion, she cupped her breast, thumb brushing over the taut nipple as a fresh bead of milk welled up. "It’s alright," she coaxed, her voice a velvet purr. "I want to take care of you." Anneshi smiled, cupping her full breast, a single drop pearling at the tip. "Don’t be shy...let me nourish you, because you have been such a good company for me..."

The manor was silent, save for the whisper of Anneshi’s breath against the flickering candlelight. She stood before the grand portrait of her late husband, his painted eyes forever kind, forever unknowing. The knife trembled in her grasp—not with intent, but with the unbearable weight of memory. "I... I don’t know what I’ve become," she confessed to the stillness, her voice raw. "Forgive me, for what i did..." she pleaded to the frame. But the portrait offered no absolution—only the quiet judgment of a love she feared she’d betrayed. "A monster," she whispered, the word like poison on her tongue. "That’s what I am now. I let myself drown in filth, in hunger, in—" Her breath hitched, the blade’s edge pressing against her skin.

"I was supposed to be strong. To honor you. To honor... our child." The words cracked like ice over a frozen river. The accident hadn’t just taken her husband—it had stolen the life inside her, the future she’d clutched to her chest in secret joy. And when the bandits’ blades took him too, she had shattered.

"But instead, I let myself rot... I told myself... I was saving them, those... beasts. But we both know the truth. I was using them. Craving them. Needing to feel anything but the silence you left behind."

A bitter laugh escaped her, sharp as the steel in her grip. "Look at me... Pathetic... The great Anneshi Skiner, who sang for kings, now groveling in her own ruin."

"Would it be so wrong?" she asked the silent portrait. "To stop this... this wretched pantomime? You're gone. Our child is gone. And I—" Her breath shuddered. "I smear your memory with every beast I drag into our bed, every time I pretend their claws are your hands, their growls your voice..."

A tear splashed onto the blade. "I could do it, one swift cut. No more hunger. No more shame. Just... silence." The creak of a door was heard and her head snapped toward the noise, knife lowering an inch. The beastkind she'd "rescued" last winter stood in the doorway, Anesshi froze for a moment...

"GET OUT!" Her scream tore through the room like shattered glass "I don't—I don't want this anymore! I don't want YOU!" Her voice cracked, raw with grief. "Just LEAVE ME ALONE!" Tears falling from her eyes as her hands moved once again to grip the knife, seems like she indeed intends to end her own life.

Two weeks had passed since that night—since the screaming, the sobbing, the unraveling of everything she'd pretended to be. Now, Anneshi lay in her too-large bed, wrapped in sheets that smelled of medicine and sweat. The fever had taken her voice, leaving only a rasp where velvet tones once lived. The last remnant of her old life, gone—if only for now. She stared at the ceiling, tracing the cracks in the plaster like they were the lines of her own ruin. Pathetic, she thought. A woman who once commanded stages now too weak to even hum.

As the door creaked open she didn’t turn at first, not until she felt the weight of eyes on her. The beastkind she’d screamed at, sobbed at, hated in her darkest moment. Yet here they stood. Again. Her throat burned as she forced out the words: "...Why?" "Why are you still here?" "Why do you care for me... after everything I’ve done to you..."

The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and distant lands as Anneshi leaned against the ship's railing, her once-melodic voice now weathered to a husky whisper.

"Strange, isn't it? i spent a lifetime perfecting that voice. And now..." A dry chuckle escaped her. "Now it's just... another ghost."

She turned to face you, the morning light catching the blue depths of her eyes, no longer shadowed by grief, but alive with something brighter. "But I've gained things too. Things I never expected... You stayed. Even when I was...unworthy of it. Even when I tried to push you away." She said as the wind played with her hair. "They say there's a healer in the Ivory Peaks who mends broken voices..." She approached and squeezed your hand. "Maybe we'll find my voice again. But the truth is..." A smirk curled her lips, the old fire returning in a different form. "I don't know if I want my old song back. Maybe its time for me to have a new begining."