Winston stood in the clearing, his muscles gleaming in the sun as he directed the capture of the colossals. These massive beasts moved with a thunderous grace, each step shaking the ground. Winston's whip cracked through the air, guiding the creatures into their enclosures with precision and control.

Rhea watched him curiously, like a sly cat watching its prey. She wondered how next to play with him, her mind already swirling with ideas.

Winston spent the afternoon taking care of the colossals, ensuring they were securely enclosed and fed. His movements were fluid, a testament to his strength and skill. By the time the sun began to set, he was covered in dirt and sweat, and he decided it was time to wash up.

He made his way to the nearby river, the cool, flowing water calling to him. As he approached, he heard the gentle splashing of water and paused, his keen eyes catching sight of Rhea.

She was bathing in the river, the water cascading over her smooth skin. She moved gracefully, her hair wet and clinging to her back. Winston's breath caught in his throat, and he quickly stepped behind a tree, not wanting to disturb her.

From his hidden vantage point, he watched her. Her movements were mesmerizing, each one sending ripples through the water as through his soul. Rhea seemed to be in her own world, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the cool embrace of the river.

Winston couldn't help but watch her, her body to him - was perfection. He instantly thought of when he caught her sleeping and his cock reacted immediately.

As she moved, the evening sun cast its light over the scene, making her appear almost ethereal. Winston felt a deep desire as he watched her, torn between the desire to watch her and the need to respect her privacy.

If she knew he was peeking at her like this would she be mad? He didn't want to upset her but he couldn't take his eyes off her body.

Rhea opened her eyes and glanced around, her gaze falling on the spot where Winston was hiding. For a moment, their eyes met, and Winston felt a jolt of electricity run through him. He quickly looked away, hoping she hadn't noticed him.

But Rhea's knowing smile told him otherwise. She had seen him, and she wasn't upset. In fact, there was a glint of amusement in her eyes, as if she had known he would come.

She continued to bathe, her movements slower now, more deliberate. Winston felt his heart race, the tension between them palpable. He knew he should leave, but he couldn't bring himself to move.

Then he heard it, a soft moan coming from her lips.

The sound sent a jolt through Winston's body, his breath catching in his throat. Rhea's eyes were closed again, her head tilted back slightly as she ran her hands through her hair. The moan had been soft, almost inaudible, but it carried a weight that made Winston's blood run hot.

He took a another look, his eyes fixed on her. Rhea's hands moved down her neck and over her shoulders, the water glistening on her skin. She seemed lost in the sensation, her lips parted as another soft moan escaped her.

Winston's heart pounded, his body reacting to the intimate sounds and the sight of her. He wanted to go to her, to feel her skin against his, but he was rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Rhea's eyes fluttered open, and she looked directly at him. There was no surprise in her gaze, only a knowing look that made Winston's pulse quicken. She held his gaze, her lips curving into a seductive smile.

"Come here, Winston," she said softly, her voice like a siren's call.

Winston hesitated for only a moment before he stepped forward, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The water was cool around his feet as he waded in, his eyes never leaving hers.

Rhea's smile deepened as he approached, her eyes dark with desire. "I was wondering how long you would watch from the shadows."

Winston swallowed hard, the heat of his desire battling with his need to respect her. "I didn't want to intrude, Rhea."

"You know that's not true" she replied, her hand reaching out to him. "You wanted to watch me, right?"

He took her hand, the feel of her skin sending a thrill through him. She pulled him closer, her body pressing against his. The water rippled around them as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

Rhea's hands moved up his back, her nails grazing his skin. "You feel so tense," she murmured. "Relax, Winston."

He let out a shuddering breath, his forehead resting against hers. "It's hard to relax when you're around, Rhea."

"Why is that?"

"Because It's you, Rhea." He whispered bearly audible

She chuckled softly, her lips brushing against his. "Then let me help you."

Winston felt the tension in his body heighten as Rhea's lips brushed against his. Her presence was intoxicating, and he struggled to keep his composure. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, but the feel of her body against his was too much.

Rhea's hands continued to move over his back, her touch both soothing and electrifying. She pressed her lips to his neck, kissing a trail up to his ear. "You can let go, Winston," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "I'm here."

He shivered, his resolve crumbling. "Rhea, I..."

"Shh," she murmured, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Just feel."

Winston's hands moved instinctively, sliding down her back to rest on her hips. He pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Rhea's soft moan sent a thrill through him, and he leaned down to capture her lips with his.

The kiss was slow, filled with a longing that had been building between them. Rhea's lips were soft and warm, and Winston lost himself in the sensation. She tasted like the rain, fresh and pure, and he couldn't get enough.

Rhea's hands roamed over his body, her touch igniting a fire within him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as she pressed closer. The water around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the intensity of their desire.

She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "Winston," she said, her voice trembling. "I have a present for you~"

He glanced at her eyes with excitement, failing to see the amusement behind them. How many men had she taken this way? Again and again, but this was the first man she had purposely sought after in this world, and she wanted on a tight leash.

"A present?" Winston's voice was filled with anticipation as he leaned back slightly to look at her.

Rhea's lips curled into a sly smile. "Yes, a present. Something just for you." She reached behind her, producing a sleek, black leather collar adorned with intricate silver patterns. The sight of it made Winston's breath hitch.

His heart pounded in his chest as she brought the collar closer. "Do you trust me?" she asked, her voice a mixture of seduction and authority.

"Yes," he whispered, his throat dry. "I trust you, Rhea."

"Good," she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against his ear. "Then let me put this on you."

Winston nodded, his eyes locked on hers. He felt a thrill of submission as she fastened the collar around his neck, the leather cool against his skin. The silver glinted in the fading light, a symbol of his devotion to her.

"There," Rhea said softly, admiring her work. "Perfect."

Winston shivered, the collar a constant reminder of her control over him.

Rhea's fingers traced the collar, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "This is a symbol of your place, Winston. By my side, where you belong."

"Yes, Rhea," he breathed, his eyes never leaving hers.

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Now, there's one more thing I want you to do."

"Anything," Winston replied eagerly, his desire for her growing stronger.

"I want you to find Curtis," she said, her voice low and commanding. "And show him your new accessory."

Winston's eyes widened in surprise. "Curtis?"

"Yes," she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument. 

Winston swallowed hard, his excitement mingling with a sense of trepidation. "As you wish, Rhea."

"Good boy," she purred, kissing him deeply one last time before releasing him. "Now go. You can't ogle me all day."

Winston nodded, his heart racing as he stood up. The collar felt both foreign and right, a tangible sign of her acceptance. He turned and began to make his way towards the palace gardens, his mind swirling with thoughts of what was to come.

As he walked through the corridors, he received curious glances and knowing smirks from the other inhabitants of the palace. His cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, the scent from the collar making it clear to everyone who had claimed him.

Finally, he reached the palace gardens and found Curtis tending to some plants. Curtis looked up, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the collar around Winston's neck.

"Rhea likes playing with you, doesn't she?" Curtis said calmly. "Now everyone knows you are off limits."

Winston felt a flush of shame. "She told me to come to you," he said quietly.

Curtis sighed, shaking his head. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small, wrapped package. "Rhea asked me to give you this."

Winston took the package, his hands trembling. "Thank you, Curtis."

Curtis nodded with a faint smile on his lips. "Do not overstep your bounds."

"I will," he promised, looking up at Curtis. "Thank you."

Curtis nodded again, then turned back to his plants. Why should he care about the tiger? Her heart was his and his alone.

.

Leo had to do a double take when he saw the collar on Winston's neck. Was she into that kind of thing?

"Wow, how modern." He said strangely, trying to process the sight before him. Giving a tiger a dog collar, what's next? Would she give him a leash?

Winston's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "It's not what you think," he muttered, avoiding Leo's amused gaze.

Leo chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, I think it's exactly what I think. Rhea always did have a... unique way of showing affection."

"She just... wanted to make a point," Winston said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

"A point, huh?" Leo smirked. "Well, it's certainly made. You know, if she starts bringing out a leash, you might want to rethink your relationship dynamics."

Winston gave him a half-hearted glare. "Very funny, Leo. Just wait until she decides to try something new on you."

Leo raised an eyebrow, still smirking. "Trust me, I'm quite happy with my current lack of a collar. Thank you very much. But hey, to each their own."

Winston didn't know what to say; he couldn't take it off and right now all he felt was arousal at the pressure around his neck. "It's not bad," he muttered, his voice betraying a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Leo raised an eyebrow, thoroughly amused. "Alright, well, I'll stay away from your bedroom until further notice."

"It's not like that!" Winston protested, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. "It's... complicated."

Leo chuckled, unable to hide his amusement. "Sure, sure. Complicated. Just try not to get too carried away. Rhea has a habit of eating men."

"E-Eating!?" Winston's eyes widened in alarm.

"Get your head out of the gutter," Leo said, rolling his eyes. "I mean she consumes men in a different way. It's what she's trained to do. Once you're in her grasp, you'll never be able to leave."

Winston's concern softened into a contemplative expression. "I know what you mean. She has a way of making you feel... bound to her."

Leo nodded, his tone becoming more serious. "Just be careful. Rhea's strength is in her ability to dominate, to control. I guess we're lucky she's mentally unstable."

Winston looked at Leo, confusion and concern mingling in his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

Leo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Rhea's been through a lot. Her training has made her incredibly physically strong and resilient, but it also means she sometimes struggles with the emotional side of things. She needs stability around her, people she can rely on."

Winston said quietly, touching the collar around his neck. "I want to be by her side, no matter what it takes."

"Well," Leo replied with a shrug, "if anyone can handle it, it's probably you." He said causally. Curtis was a possessive masochist, Nik was a brat, and Korrin has too many weird kinks. So Winston was the only normal person here.

Well..

A/N: There's something I don't really get about this fandom, why the hate towards the females of the best world? Is everything ok? Should I call Dali?? We are girls girls here pls.