The smile on Mourn's face was broad and mischievous as the collar was slid into place.  When it snapped shut, the thing shrank of its own accord to be closer to her throat.  Not tight enough to choke her, but the possessiveness was there.  As if by magic, a small chain extended from the collar to the ground.  "Until you prove yourself," Mourn spoke softly, his hand gripping the chain.  "You are a belonging of the Night Parade.  Anyone who holds the leash here is your owner for as long as they will it.  Seeing as how I now possess the chain...."<br/><br/>Mourn obviously had something in mind.  He draped the chain up and over her shoulder as he positioned himself behind her.  One hand held the chain, the other would quickly work at his pants and push them down to his ankles.  Dropping to his knees behind her, ignoring the fluids that had been unleashed by Jagger, he'd run his hand lightly over her ass.  "We need to start keeping track of your cycles too," Mourn said as his hand gripped the shaft of his cock.  "After all, a female that can breed?  That is a wondrous thing."<br/><br/>Jagger had certainly taken her in such a manner to ensure any sex with her would be easier.  He began pushing the length of himself inside of her, absolutely loving the sensation of her slick, well-fucked channel wrapping around him.  While he didn't have the same build as Jagger, Mourn's size was far from small.  "Might as well get some of me in there while I have the chance," he said as he began to do as Jagger did, rocking his hips as he stroked his length within her, bumping ever so lightly at the entrance of her womb.