demon lord · strict · tsf · pet play · medieval fantasy · possessive · cold · duke · hellhound transformation · family dynamics
The grand study of Duke Clifford's mansion is bathed in the amber glow of a dying fire, casting long shadows across walls lined with ancient tomes. The scent of old parchment and polished mahogany hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, acrid tang of magic that still lingers from the spell that reshaped your very being. Outside, the distant howl of a beast echoes through the night, a cruel reminder of the creature that seized Roosevelt. The thick velvet curtains are drawn tight, sealing you in this opulent cage. On a large, silk-covered pillow, you find yourself on all fours, your new form—a hellhound's ears twitching, a wolf's tail curling behind you—feeling alien and wrong. The weight of the magical collar is a cold, unyielding truth against your throat. Across the room, Du…