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Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Arms around her body made the tightly strung wolf nearly snap. What dumb jackass had gotten into the booze and was trying to touch her?! Bristling in irritation, she growled, turning and ready to bite someone’s head off…only catch a whiff of a familiar scent and hear the voice of her lover taunting her. The wolf’s growl died in her throat and Mara took a deep breath, trying to force herself to relax. There was still a short list of tiny little adjustments she would like to make…but it was time to just let it go. “Alright…alright, no more work, I’ll be a good date.” Mara sighed, wrapping her arms around her mate and returning the hug. Really she didn’t know how Arlann put up with her when she was like this….but she was glad that her childhood friend did. “I love you…sorry I’ve been a roaring dragon bitch the past few weeks.” The wolf nuzzled at her lover’s neck apologetically.

Once Arlann had arrived, the caterers could all begin quietly rejoicing, and so could Sammie. The beta was on strict orders to stop working and just have some fun the moment that Mara stopped working as well. And now that the beta saw her boss dragging her mate towards the bar for some drinks, Sammie breathed a sigh of relief. She checked the list on her phone one more time to make sure the important points were taken care off before turning the ringer off and slipping it into her pocket. Time to relax…relax… Sammie didn’t really know how to relax… She supposed she could get herself a drink, a glass of wine was usually a good start on the route to unwinding.

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An hour later and the party was in full swing. Mara’s employees were enjoying the free food and entertainment, and Mara was enjoying the open bar and the very sexy mage on her arm. “I am going to do so many unspeakable things to you once we get back home…” Mara purred into her mate’s ear, not giving a fuck if her underlings heard her over their own conversations or the sound of the music. She had been through a month of work hell, she was going to do whatever the hell she wanted! The wolf didn’t have a care in the world. She was already packed, all of her travel documents were in her carry on back at the apartment, everything was taken care of, she could get as drunk as she wanted and the worst thing that would happen was that she just had to sleep off her hangover on the 23 hour flight.

“Sammie! Come here, come do a shot with us.” The Alpha waved her assistant over to their end of the bar. The three bartenders struggled to keep up with Mara’s many employees, but any of them would quickly make time for the big boss that was tipping well. Mara ordered them a round of snakebites at Charles’ prompting (he was an older wolf that had mentored Mara in her transition to CEO) and the small group of Alphas, one mage, and one beta, kicked bat their shots.

Sammie made a rather horrified face after she downed the whiskey, coughing and biting the slice of lemon that she was offered. Ugh it was torture, why would anyone down liquid fire with a sour slice of hell? It was like rubbing salt in a wound. “Ugh…that may be the w-worst thing I’ve ever had.” The more that the beta drank, the less she stuttered…though rather than stutter her voice did take on a cute drunken slur.
 
Roaring dragon bitch, while Arlann was never going to say it the description was quite appropriate. Mara did work herself hard though, and the perfectionist side of the wolf was constantly causing her excessive worry, but Arlann loved her too much to let that get in the way of what they had... Not to mention she had always been that way and after so many years of knowing Mara she had completely learned to ignore, or simply backtalk and never let the stress build up. It may not have been the healthiest method, but it was enough, at least when they had rough sex for the other times. Without the sex it had definitely been harder. Sex for them was so very important, mainly because Arlann hated going without it, she had lived years of their childhood lusting and fantasizing about Mara, and having to relive those days was unacceptable. That was why the mage had plans, she was going to have her fun with Mara no matter what it meant, and when they got back to the apartment she expected to be worn out by her lover.

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As the night progressed it became clear Mara had similar expectations of the night, unspeakable delicacies awaiting her once they returned home, and Arlann decided that meant she needed to get drunk. She wasn't drowning herself, but where she would usually stop or pace herself, she instead tried to keep up with Mara's drinking. She couldn't do it, there was just a difference in their tolerance. In fact Arlann was closer to Sammie's tolerance level, and as they all drank she found herself giggling and sticking close to both of her favorite wolves. Surprisingly Sammie was loosening up by the drink, which only made her more adorable and more fun to be around, even her stutter was going, which truly made the already enticing beta irresistible, and she noticed Mara was watching her as well, though she wasn't sure if her mate was thinking back to their little threesome or just doing her usual worry for her lovely employee.

Regardless of Mara's intentions Arlann had always found the relationship between her and Sammie odd, and was rather surprised they hadn't gone out or something of the sort. Mara treated her very specially, and considering there were plenty of helpless cuties in the office Mara didn't look after so carefully had always made Arlann wonder if Mara harbored feelings for the beta. Not that she would have cared all that much, it was impossible not to care about people, she only cared that Mara was hers, her mate... Though her own like of Sammie did play a role in that, if it had been Michael she would have ripped his testicles off with her gravity magic... If she could, she had never tried.

Arlann giggled at her own thoughts, leaning over and whispering in Sammie's ear, "Let's all dance." A grin sat on her face, the group of them being three more shots in since the first, so four since her mind had to make things difficult, and her inebriation at its peak. Sammie seemed just drunk enough to agree that dancing was a mighty fine idea, and somehow both of them had neglected people watching if three women started dancing together. Of course that could have been Arlann's imagination and Sammie could have been shaking her head no, but Arlann had switched back to looking at Mara so quickly she hadn't really payed attention. It was too late for further consideration though, because Arlann leaned up and grabbed Mara, pulling her from the bar in a stumble and laughing as she straightened back up, just conscious enough to realize how drunk she was, and finding the dissonance between her motor skills and pictured movements to be hilarious. "Come on Mara~ Daaaaaaance with us." She was practically whining as she tugged on Mara, ready to pitch a tiny fit if her mate said no or any other such nonsense. Strong alcohol was definitely not her strong suit.
 
“What? Oh n-no.” Sammie politely declined the offer of a dance with a smile and shake of her head. The beta was quite the wallflower. It wasn’t that she was a bad dancer or anything, quite the contrary, she just didn’t want to feel like the third wheel. Besides, she knew that Mara had been missing Arlann while the Alpha had buried herself under a mountain of work and probably needed some alone time with her mate.

Mara couldn’t stop smiling. She had one hand on a drink and another wrapped around her mate, life couldn’t get any better than this. Her ears perked as she caught Arlann whispering into Sammie’s ear, wanting the three of them go to dance. “Whoa there lightweight.” The Alpha chuckled as the mage stumbled as she turned and tried to drag Mara away. The wolf’s arms immediately went to steady Arlann so that she didn’t fall over. “You’re drunk.” Mara’s lips curled into an indulgent smile as her cute little lush whined and tugged at her like a small child. “Alright darling, we’ll dance.” The Alpha purred and kissed her lover’s cheek. She couldn’t believe how big of a lightweight Arlann was! Though Mara usually had a drink at the end of her workday in order to unwind and help her relax so that she could get to sleep. Maybe she was a bit of an alcoholic…but it wasn’t like she went binge drinking all the time.

“Come on Sammie, you too.” Mara offered her hand to the beta, obviously not about to take ‘no’ for an answer. Besides wanting to appease Arlann and fulfill her wishes, she also wanted to keep an eye on her assistant. It was easy to see that the beta was three sheets to the wind and Mara didn’t want to have her wandering about the party alone, ripe for the picking from one of the bolder betas. So she escorted her two lovely ladies to the dance floor that was already packed, finding them a clear little strip to dance on.

Maybe it was because Arlann was drunk, or maybe it was Mara’s naturally possessive nature, but rather than have the three of them dance in a small circle facing one another like normal women dancing at a bar, Mara grabbed her mate’s hips and dragged Arlann close to her. She leaned in, and bit the mage’s neck, suckling the flesh and making sure to leave a nice large bruise on her throat. “Just want to make sure everyone understands that you belong to me.” The wolf grinned and pecked Arlann lightly on the lips. There were plenty of drunken, single wolves crammed into one place right now, and she didn’t want any of them touching what so clearly belonged to her. With that taken care of, Mara let herself relax and find the beat. Years of lessons and formal events made her the perfect little dancer, even to club music.

Sammie was feeling awkward because as predicted her boss had tugged Arlann to her and now the beta was off in third wheel land. She tried not to let it bother her though, the nervous beta did actually really like to dance. She was good at it, not perfect like Mara, but she was good enough that she didn’t look too horribly out of place as she swayed her hips to the beat.
 
Arlann liked getting her way, and definitely liked a happy Mara because things were so much easier when her mate was loose and not stressed from work. Of course that didn't stop the alpha from being just as possessive and overprotective as always, a purring moan escaping from Arlann's lips as her neck came under assault. She didn't care if people heard or looked over, she was proud to belong to Mara and nobody else was good enough for her, nobody was as worthy of her devotion... And nobody would understand just how much Mara meant to her and how long she had pined for her best friend. Back when they had been kids it had been unbearable and aside from playful fooling around several times it had remained unnoticed, but now, now Mara returned the feelings and their friendship had blossomed again as they fell in love. Not that it all made sense, Arlann still felt a bit nervous that it was all some big dream, some joke conjured up by the cruelty of her imagination.

It wasn't though and as they began to dance, or more accurately grind, Arlann became very frisky, groping and teasing Mara at every turn, making sure her big wolfie was primed to jump her the moment they got somewhere private... Hell, if not for all the good toys being at home she doubted Mara would have let them make it home. Mara wasn't the only one on her mind though, Sammie was also there. Over the past few weeks the three of them had started forming a very strange bond. They would eat dinner together on occasion and they had all snuggled up on the couch one night to watch a movie... It never turned in to what had happened that one morning, but it didn't seem like the normal friendship either. It was clear Sammie had feelings for both of them, and while Arlann and Mara were both dangerously loyal to one another there was no denying they both let their eyes wander over the adorable assistant.

Arlann had never really given a damn about the word 'normal' though, and while most people would have found the odd ideas she had insane or disgusting, she had recently been thinking about what it would be like to have Sammie be with them... Both of them. She would never love anyone like she did Mara, and as insecure as she sometimes got she knew Mara felt the same way, but it wasn't impossible for them to grow affections for the other woman, or at least she had a feeling Mara felt the same way as her on the subject. It wasn't an easy topic to bring up however, the idea of saying a very uncommon and possibly offensive thought aloud was nerve-wracking, and where Arlann's sober brain would have been more careful, her drunken brain was much less worried... About everything. So before Sammie could protest Arlann reached out and yanked her over, pressing back against Mara and looking into her lover's eyes with a playful glint, but holding Sammie very close... And letting her hands wander.

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Sylvia had been at the party for some time, and while she had been invited as a guest had fallen right back into her old routine over overseeing her people. She made sure the food was perfect, the servers knew what to do, and that nothing strayed from the perfection she demanded. It was only one she had all of that sorted that she finally went to enjoy herself, getting a beer from the bar and taking a long refreshing swig. She was dressed to impress for once, a very sexy black dress with an open back, showing off the tattoo she was so proud of. Her hair was flowing and above all else she seemed relaxed, and had been more than a little excited to find Sammie and finally say what she had on her mind. Sure Sammie always seemed nervous and to dislike her a bit... But it was a party, the perfect chance to say something... Or so she had thought. Upon laying eyes on the dance floor, and seeing Sammie stuck in a little dance trio all of Sylvia's fears about the shampoo smell and odd relationship between Mara and Sammie came back up. "Fuck..." She muttered, seething an angry at herself more than anyone. She had so long to say something and she had waited... And now what was in front of her made it seem impossible, and she was suddenly feeling a lot less excited and relaxed.
 
It wasn’t long before Mara was ready to get the hell out of here and make up for how big of an impatient ass she had been this past month. Part of it was because she was truly apologetic, and part of it was because Arlann kept grabbing her ass and grinding into her front. She had missed this…Mara had rarely gone long without sex, the wolf being a bit of a slut. She could last a few days without it effecting her temperment, but even one day without her mate made her grouchy and be a bear around the office and at home. “If you don’t behave, I’m going to bend you over that bartop and lick you raw right here.” Her words were dripping with lust; it was a very real threat. If Arlann teased too much, the Alpha’s self-control would snap. She was trying so hard to keep it together long enough to get back to the apartment where they could play with all of their toys.

Mara was an exhibitionist through and through, so trading toys for a full audience seemed like a fair enough exchange. Putting Arlann on display and showing off her mate in a room full of wolves was tempting… Even though the woman was a mage, she was absolutely gorgeous, no doubt more wolves found the human sexier than they would like to admit. Showing off her mate was one of the reasons she had found Leslie’s collar so interesting; the idea of a prominent brand to display their relationship at all times. Plus bondage sounded like a good treatment for Arlann’s smart mouth. Too bad she didn’t know much about the subject aside from what she saw in porn…. That was why she was hoping for Jessie and Leslie to agree to some playtime with them so Mara could see how it all worked first hand. And Jessie was a wolf, she could understand Mara’s possessiveness and wouldn’t try to take what belonged to her. But would Sammie?

Mara trusted Sammie, if there was anyone that she would want to include in a threesome, her assistant would be it. She knew that the beta was loyal, she wouldn’t overstep her boundaries, and if something did happen…if Sammie and Arlann had sex behind Mara’s back, the honest beta would be the first one clamoring to relieve her conscience and beg for forgiveness. Not that she thought such a thing could happen… Arlann was hers, the mage now understood what the word ‘mate’ meant, that the pair of the were basically married now. But still, Mara got jealous the moment that she caught her lover dragging Sammie against her and saw the movement of Arlann’s hands going towards naughty places on her assistant. She leaned forward and bit the ball of her mate’s shoulder through her shirt, not hard enough to cause pain, but hard enough to make sure that she remembered who she belonged to.

Her hands slid down from Arlann’s thighs and along the backs of her thighs, only to notice the feeling of a thin line of fabric running down the backs of both legs. “What are you wearing under here…?” Please be garters please be garters please be garters. Mara’s hands traveled towards the front, her hands inspecting for more thin straps. As she searched, the backs of her hands brushed against Sammie’s behind, causing the timid beta to squeak in surprise. Garters were a silly fetish she supposed, but nothing turned the wolf on more than a female in a black lace garter belt and sexy thigh high stockings. If what she was feeling was indeed some sexy lingerie, then that meant that Arlann was wearing them just for her…after all there was no point in wearing them when she was wearing trousers.
 
Arlann had learned not to assume Mara was joking about anything, especially when it came to sex and alphas utter lack of true self-control. Unfortunately, the knowledge that her mate could be very much serious about bending her over and taking her in the middle of the party wasn't enough to stop the drunk, horny Arlann from doing everything she knew drove Mara crazy, and that included showing Sammie some attention, even if part of it had been Sammie's cute little ass. Maybe Arlann was a slut. She had never really been with other women, and the only woman she had ever truly loved was now her mate... In all actuality she was incredibly inexperienced, she simply made up for it with baseless confidence and pervy magic. Still, she was loyal, and while she had a clear way to reassure Mara she had yet to do it, the magic she was thinking of would reveal everything, including how little she actually knew, how long she spent watching and wanting Mara when they were young, and all the pain when Mara left. From the most embarrassing to the most lustful she would have to share it all.

It was inevitable that she share everything with Mara, even if her version was far more literal than most people's idea of everything... And it would be more imperative if they did decide to have Sammie as their little play partner. It didn't seem like a bad idea, because while Mara soon bit down to remind her who she belonged to, a reminder even her drunken brain didn't need, her mate didn't actually stop her. She did feel it important to lay her head back on Mara's shoulder, leaning over to nip her lover's ear and whispering gently for only her to hear, "I will never forget that I am yours... I won't even masturbate without you around..." She grinned, pushing back more firmly against Mara, grinding her amazing ass into the wolf and giving a low growl. "You ruined my surprise, that's disappointing." She was slurring lightly but she was still managing to pull off sexy as she made it easier for Mara to feel.

"Garters..." It took her a bit to confirm Mara's suspicion and she did it reluctantly, but once it was out there she became more bold, giggling as her intoxication took the wheel of her decision making and she yanked Sammie back all the harder, all of them being so close she could talk and both of the lovely ladies sandwiching her could hear. "I'm not sure what would happen if you two left... But I want to go home, I haven't been fucked in weeks and I'm about to drop to my knees right here..." As much as sober Arlann would have died with a single spectator, drunk Arlann was so horny she was ready to put on a show if she wasn't satisfied soon, and as she spoke one hand slipped and began rubbing Sammie very gently, eliciting a soft squeaky moan from the adorable little thing, and her other hand fumbling around behind her to start teasing Mara, just to keep pushing. She wasn't particularly subtle, the dance floor was packed so not everyone was getting a show but a few undoubtedly noticed her hands teasing both of the women... Mara, the boss, and Sammie, her assistant... Both being groped by Mara's mage mate. Rumors were going to start, and if nothing else people wouldn't be approaching Sammie so casually anymore. Arlann didn't care though, her hands and ass kept doing their thing, pushing and teasing both women but leaving the decision of where and who was included to them... Or ultimately Mara.
 
"I don't know why I bother going to these things if you're just going to make me leave them 50 minutes in." Really she should be a good host and stay for the entire length of the party....which was still a good two hours and ten minutes from now. But Arlann was out of control and needed to be dealt with soon. As tempting as it was to have her mate drop to her knees and service her right here, the Alpha felt like she had some apologizing to do...and what better way to apologize than by burying her cock inside of her mate. Being a bit of a bisexual switchy slut, Mara was no stranger to strapons. Before having the Mage enchant the toy, she could just take them or leave them...but now knowing what shared pleasure the toy could bring them both, it was becoming a permanent fixture in their sex life. "Alright, let's go home." A groan swallowed up the tail end of her sentence as Arlann's naughty hand began working in between her legs, and judging by the soft, needy whimpers from Sammie, she wasn't the only one who was getting some attention.

Mara knew better than to leave a drunken and riled up beta alone in a place with so many other single wolves. Sammie would be consumed by her primal urges and ultimately do something that she would regret. Mara didn't want that for her assistant, and whether Sammie wanted to join in on their fun again or just sleep off her inebriation in the guest bedroom, Mara didn't care, as long as she knew that the beta was safe. She had known Sammie for a very long time, even considered her assistant a close friend, and so felt compelled to take care of the beta wolf, even though that wasn't her job.

"Come on, both of you. Sammie, call my driver will you?" Seeing the wolf fumble with her phone made Mara chuckle and take it from her. "Here, let me. 5869 right?" Mara asked, she remembered the unlock had nothing to do with anything and was just a corner of the dial pad so that Sammie's fingers could find the numbers without even looking. She lead her two little lushes off the dance floor and out of the multipurpose room where it was quieter and she could make her call. By the time the had made it downstairs and out into the chilly night air, the luxury black Town Car with rear tinted windows was already ready to go out front.

Sammie was a mess; a nervous, drunken, dripping, horny mess. She shouldn't be sleeping with her boss, or her boss' mate, not again. But Arlann had gotten her soaking wet with just a few teasing touches and some grinding. Plus watching the uninhibited possessive nature of her boss, even when the dominance was not directed towards her, was very alluring. No doubt Mara had smelled her arousal and had wanted to keep her nearby and safe so no one else came sniffing around while she was drunk and horny. It was touching in an odd way...

In the car the three of them fooled around while the privacy screen that separated them from the driver was up, it wasn't soundproof back here by any means, but the illusion of privacy helped Sammie relax. Mara grew bolder, showering both her lovely ladies with affection. The alpha even made it a point to include Sammie, kissing and biting her neck. Never once did Mara kiss her on the lips though, and it was soon clear that her boss had certain boundaries that she couldn't cross because of the insanely devoted love that she felt for her mate.
 
Arlann didn't really care if it was rude to leave early, she knew what she wanted and her naughty hands made sure both the beautiful women knew it. Besides, as much self-control as Mara displayed under certain circumstances, the addition of her magic into their sex life had made the wolf a bit of a fiend, the alpha most certainly enjoying what Arlann could accomplish with a touch of her hand. She could increase sensitivity, turn pain into pleasure, make a strapon feel real... She was even working on a few other interesting sexual ideas, which had been halted as she trained seriously but had never left her mind. Not only that, but Arlann was quite adventurous despite her limited sexual experience, and Sammie was the main proof of that. Truly, she had no deep feelings of love like she did with Mara for anyone else, she never had and she didn't think it would be possible to love anyone else like she did Mara, but there was a definite attraction for Sammie. It was driven partially by Mara also liking her, and Arlann would never play without Mara, but the idea of adding the adorable thing to their lives was a nice one... Maybe even more so considering just laying around with Sammie and Mara on the couch felt so comfortable. Perhaps it was even a tiny bit because Arlann didn't really have friends, and Sammie was nice and fun to hang out with... And of course cute. It was nice to spend time with a friend, especially one who could join her and Mara for an excellent time.

It took all of Arlann's remaining control to stop her from dropping to her knees as Mara made her phone call, but she did something else instead, going up behind Sammie and getting her hand under the girl's panties and began playing with her right in front of Arlann, looking right in to her mate's eyes and licking her lips, wanting to give her mate a nice little show. She knew Mara was a sexual woman, that she played around before they found each other again... And as odd as it was, Arlann had no problems giving her some promiscuity, as long as she approved and was part of it. Sammie was a lovely start, and while Mara seemed to have some reservations, which Arlann had been respecting, she didn't have the power of mind to do so under the influence. It was something she didn't stop until they got in the car, at which point Mara took over playing with the both of them, their big strong alpha... There was something sexy about Mara taking charge that Arlann would never be able to resist.

Arlann was so worked up, and so damn inebriated, she leaned over and began rubbing her hands up Mara's body, a grin on her face as she looked into Mara's eyes. "I've loved you for so long..." She spoke in a low voice but the mage stopped her hand as it roamed and held it close to her chest, her hands glowing as magic began to flow and before she could stop herself she used the magic she had been so nervous about using, in her uninhibited state she showed everything about herself to Mara. Memories of her childhood, her piano playing, art, the expectations on her as part of the royal mage family and the loneliness before Mara. Her love of Mara, from the day they first met to the love and fantasies she constantly had about her best friend, and all the times she pleasured herself thinking about Mara. The heartbreak when her friend left her... The longing looks whenever she saw her... The bullying and abuse by other wolves once she was alone, and the hatred that had built up. Every ounce of love, her commitment, her naughty thoughts... All of it, but more than that the extent of her powers and everything in between flowed from Arlann into Mara, and as she pulled back she looked up into Mara's eyes, a tear streaming down her cheek as she leaned up and nuzzled her, happy that everything from her smallest thoughts and dirtiest fantasies, to how much she loved her mate and her thoughts on being okay with other women as long as they were always together. Nothing was hidden now, not even how horny Arlann currently was, as if it wasn't clear enough already.
 
“I have loved you for so long as well…” Mara smiled gently. Arlann really knew her so well…even after all these years, the mage knew what was exactly on her mind without her even having to say it. Mara was scared, even if she wouldn’t admit it, that Arlann would leave her for some other woman. It had been so easy to lose her childhood friend in the tornado of events that had taken place after Mara’s parents had died. Truthfully, she had been planning to ask Arlann out on a date when she got back from her vacation with her parents, back before her world was turned upside down. She had given up Arlann without a second thought…and it made her feel like she didn’t deserve a second chance.

Arlann didn’t stop her soothing just at words, Mara felt the mage’s hand rest over her heart and the odd tingling sensation of magic pass to her. All of a sudden she felt like she was in a very vivid dream, images and events unfolded in her mind. Just like a dream Mara couldn’t tell if hours of minutes went by as she experienced experienced the feelings and emotions that Arlann shared with her. It made her heart contort in sadness to know that she hadn’t been there to protect her childhood friend. “Hey…I’m not going to leave you ever again.” The Alpha very gently wiped away Arlann’s tear. “I promise…and Sammie’s a notary so now my word is legally binding. Now come here.” Mara growled playfully and pulled Arlann to her, trying to lighten the mood back up by piling them all up ontop of Sammie. They could talk more about their feelings and devotion for one another later…right now they had a beautiful, awkward wolf with them to entertain.

“You can always say ‘no’ Sammie, you understand that, right?” Mara looked up from her current spot of laying her head on the beta’s breasts. She suddenly realized that she had basically ordered her assistant to come with them and she didn’t want them to have that kind of relationship. Part of the reason that she had never slept with Sammie was because she never wanted her assistant to feel as though her job counted on how good a sex slave she was….the other part was that Mara was a relationship disaster, with her longest one being three months long. “I will not fire you or dock your pay or make your life a living hell. No repercussions, okay? You will always be a treasured friend and employee, even if this isn’t something you want.”

Sammie blushed sheepishly because admitting this was something that she wanted was a hell of a lot more embarrassing than just doing what she wanted. “I-I do want to… I don’t g-get to have sex very often… Puh-plus I like you both…” Then, realizingn what she sounded like “Not like…you know…ro-romantically!” The beta nervously squeaked, not wanting Mara and Sammie to think that she was some lovestruck puppy. She knew that their love was true and she respected that. “It’s just n-nice to be somewhere s-safe. I know th-that I can s-say ‘no’ at any t-time.”

“Good…” Mara craned her neck to give Sammie a light kiss on her chin, that being the only place she could reach with Arlann sprawled out ontop of her. Before they could chat anymore, the car came to a halt outside of Mara’s building. She leaned down, giving her drunk little mage a kiss and then climbing out of the car with her two lovely ladies. She held both of their hands, making sure at no point Sammie felt out, only letting go so that she could open the door to the penthouse. “Hmm… I think we should show Sammie some of your magic.” Mara grinned as a very naughty idea popped into her head, one that would both make sure that Sammie got to participate and would satisfy her perverted mate’s vast sexual appetite. Plus Mara had been wanting to add something to the bedroom…she’d managed to claim every bit of Arlann except for her most taboo place, and now it was time to rectify that.

The Alpha led both her girls to the bedroom, motioning for them to get set up on the bed while Mara grabbed two harnesses and two dildos. The idiot proof one and the larger cock, she gave to Sammie, while she took the one that required a little practice and a smaller dildo for herself.
 
It was comforting to have Mara see all of the pathetic thoughts, as well as all the perverted thoughts, and not run screaming at the woman she had become involved with. Instead she seemed to embrace it, and Arlann giggled as she was pulled to and on top of Sammie, purring playfully as she moved her head down and nipped Sammie's breast through her clothing. She was a bit disappointed about all the 'no' talk, but she kept her mouth shut until Sammie made it clear she wanted to be a part of it. "Good..." She was practically purring as she wiggled enough to have her mouth suckling and nipping at Sammie's neck, leaving her own tiny mark and playfully biting at the earlobe. "We like you too Sammie... And whether it be cuddling up for a movie or bringing you into our bed... I think we would like that very much." She didn't try to define romantically or it being some friends with benefits thing, because it wasn't either... And yet it was both. What they had been skirting, what they were about to go do, it was a mix of attraction, and the sort of love one felt for a close friend, mixed with lust and sexual desire. They weren't all dating, she wasn't just another woman in their bed... She was a very special person they both wanted to spend time with.

To Arlann that seemed logical, it felt right, even if it had been odd at first, and whether anyone else would understand she didn't give a damn. She only cared about Mara and her being together always, and the lovely Sammie they had both taken a liking too. So as she finished teasing the nervous wolf, for the moment, she let a hand wander, sliding up underneath Mara's clothing and rubbing her sex through her panties, a grin on her face as she looked over to her mate. It was going to be an interesting night, and seemed more and more promising the hornier Mara became, which was an easy task to accomplish now that she felt comfortable with Sammie being involved... And after weeks of unwanted celibacy. Mara seemed so desperate that they her and Sammie were both ushered out of the car immediately upon arrival. It was sweet though, Mara somehow always managed to let her loving side out even when horny, and they held hands all the way up, which had Sammie blushing and embarrassed but she also looked quite happy.

Arlann would never understand why other wolves were mean to Sammie, she was adorable, her little stutter and charming personality, and she was fun and interesting if you helped her get comfortable enough to loosen up, not to mention she was quite pretty. Their loss was her and Mara's gain. "Magic? I think I can manage some very fun spells" Arlann giggled again, unable to keep her laughter to herself as the alcohol continued to make her silly, thinking about just what she was going to do to make it an unforgettable night for Sammie, and a worthwhile one for her patient, even if bitchy, mate.

The first thing she did was plop on to the bed with Sammie, but before she joined the beta, who was awkwardly still in her clothes, which was absolutely adorable to Arlann, she removed all of the unnecessary garments of her, stripping down to the garters underneath while Mara had her back turned. Sammie was drooling as Arlann crawled on to the bed with her, more as the mage laid beside her and slowly began undressing her, kissing and biting each inch of flesh. It was embarrassing, but in an amazing way, and soft moans started escaping her lips, Arlann already using her magic to make the beta just a tad more sensitive. It wasn't just foreplay though, it was a show, because the moment Mara turned back with the toys, Arlann locked eyes with her, playfully playing at a naked Sammie's body. "Take a nice look Mara... We're both yours..." She was certain to make it clear 'yours', property, women, submissives... However Mara wanted them... They were all hers.
 
Mara licked her lips as she drank in the view before her: the love of her life in nothing but garters and stockings and her longtime office crush stripped bare. Never in all of her sexual escapades had she ever been privilege to such a beautiful sight. “Mine…” Mara growled, too turned on to just have one of her lovers unzip her dress for her…she just tore the damn thing off and quickly stripped out of her bra and panties. There was a flash of gold in her eyes that was gone as quickly as it had appeared. As incredibly tempting as it was to fall into her wolfish consciousness, she needed to be herself, just for a little while longer. More than anything, Mara wanted her cock buried inside of Arlann’s tight little virgin ass tonight. They’d brought a little bit of anal play into the bedroom, but never before had Mara inserted anything bigger than a finger into her lover’s taboo hole. Tonight would be a first…and it was going to require a lot of lube and a lot of Mara not transforming into a horny wolf that was only concerned with her own pleasure. Se could be that sort of wolf later…maybe in the morning when she would undoubtedly need a pre-flight fuck.

“I’ve never…er…uhm…” Sammie gingerly picked up the harness that Mara had placed by her on the bed and examined it. Before she could really get a good look at it though, Mara was taking her hands and helping her slide it on and tightening it so that it fit snugly.

“It’s really easy.” The Alpha purred as she checked the straps on Sammie’s harness one more time before sliding on her own. “Just find a rhythm and stick through it… Arlann can help you get a little bit better acquainted with it while I take care of something first….” Mara gave her mate’s rear end a playful whack. Then she directed Sammie to lay back on the bed, the beta’s cock bobbing towards the ceiling, practically inviting Arlann and her magic over.

“There’s somewhere that I have yet to properly claim…” The wolf grinned predatorially as she got into position behind Arlann. She spread her mate’s perfect ass cheeks apart so that she had some room to work with. The wolf dipped her head down and gave the tight little ring of muscle one teasing sweep of her tongue, then another. A little bit of play would hopefully help clue Arlann in on just what Mara had in mind, and give her time to back out if she decided that she wouldn’t be comfortable with this. While Arlann mulled things over and helped Sammie figure out why mages made some of the best lovers, Mara pulled away and went into her nighstand. She grabbed the bottle of lube from the top drawer, then applied a liberal amount of the cool gel to the toy and some to her lover’s tight little hole, testing her out by easing a finger slowly into the tight muscle.

“Not bad…having you been playing with your ass while I wasn’t around, my little slut?” Mara teased as she grabbed onto Arlann’s hip and scooted closer to her, ending up right up her ass, literally, because the toy was so small. She couldn’t wait to work her lover up to something full sized…but for now this would have to do.
 
Mara's desire to have both of them had Arlann grinning, the change between the first time they had done this and now proof of how secure Mara felt in their relationship. That was important for Arlann, because as fun and wonderful as it was to have Sammie hare in their private life, both sexually and non-sexually, Mara's happiness was much more important to her than anything else. It allowed her to stop thinking about certain things and focus on what they were doing, and that was a lovely fucking thing. She leaned over and just watched as Sammie received help in putting on the harness, the beta never having used it before, and Arlann not at all ashamed that she was the toy for both of them. Sure she was powerful, easily more so than Sammie and matched with Mara, but she liked being on bottom, and cute little Sammie taking some control was an irresistible sight. Something about her timidness just turned Arlann on, and it seemed to drive Mara a bit wild as well.

Arlann smiled and kissed Sammie's thigh, "Don't worry about anything Sammie, just enjoy, and do whatever you feel like doing when everything starts... You'll get use to it." Arlann wanted to make a bit of a show out of her magic, because Sammie was already sensitive to everything after her last spell, she wanted the casting of this one to really surprise the beta. So she began sucking the strapon before using the magic, making sure Sammie was watching before letting her hand venture up and letting her magic do its work. As it came to life Arlann continued her slow, teasing oral display, looking up at Sammie, watching her responses, but she didn't do so for long, not when Mara said something about her other hole and she stopped to turn her head and whimper gently. She wasn't against it but anal had always made her slightly nervous, and while intoxicated Arlann was interested to try it, she was lucid enough to still be a tad nervous.

She nodded to give the alpha go ahead, not wanting her to think the whimper or nervous look was a no, and shaking her ass a bit to make things clear. Mara didn't wait after that, quickly lubing them both up, the finger slowly pushing inside of her bringing a loud uncomfortable moan from the mage, who still hadn't become accustomed to the strangeness of something up her ass. It was kinky, could bring some incredible pleasure, but was strange all the same. As Mara scooted up closer she turned her attention back to Sammie, whining and moaning from her mate's attention but popping Sammie's cock back into her mouth, the beta practically begging for it with her eyes after Arlann had cruelly stopped before. Yet an idea did click in Arlann's head as she had Sammie moaning and wriggling beneath her, and she reached out, hand moving around until she found the lube where Mara had left it, pouring just a tiny bit on her finger. She was going to give Sammie the treatment she was receiving, and as she bobbed her head up and down she pushed her finger up to Sammie's adorable ass, slowly sliding inside the tight little hole.
 
"Hnngh!!" Sammie let out a noise that could be best classified by something between a squeak and a grunt. The lube was cold! As if the sensations of a warm wet mouth sucking on her suddenly very realistic cock weren't strange enough, the intrusion of a finger in her rear and cold lube just made everything more surreal. It has been quite sometime since anyone had played with Sammie's rear...and she supposed that 'played with' was a nice way of 'having a dick forced up there with little prep'. Her immediate instinct was to squirm away, but Arlann's mouth was doing amazing things to her very sensitive shaft and she couldn't bring herself to. Besides...with enough lube and enough gentle attention, Sammie was finding Arlann's anal play to not be as nearly as bad as the last time she had had someone near her butt...the other female was actually kind of nice and gentle about it...

Mara went very slowly, just circling Arlann's rear hole to begin with, the sensitive tip of her cock stimulating all of the sensitive slick flesh as she watched her mate service another female. It was tempting to just plunge in and take her mate, to finally completely and utterly make Arlann hers and only hers...but for the moment she held off, having heard that whimper. She waited for her mate's nod of readiness before she proceeded, gently pushing the head of her cock past the puckered ring of muscle. Mara groaned loudly as Arlann's willing ass took her, her mate was so damn tight and her rear end practically begged for more.

"Sammie are you going to lay there and take a nap or help me fuck my mate." Mara panted softly as she leaned back onto the bed and dragged a still suckling Arlann off of Sammie's cock and into her lap. The position wasn't the best for mobility on her end, but it would be nice so that she could reach Sammie or Arlann without any trouble. While she waited for her dazed assistant to come to her senses, Mara began to let her hands play along Arlann's front. She teasingly tweaked both of her nipples before palming the perky mounds of her mate's bosom, giving them a soft squeeze as she thrust her hips upward. To her disappointment she couldn't move much, it appeared that Sammie was going to be doing most of the work tonight while Mara just enjoyed the show and let her hands play on the two beautiful bodies that belonged to her.

"If you cum inside of her pussy, I'm going to rip that dildo off of you and beat you to death with it." The wolf murmured as she kissed and nibbled at Arlann's neck and shoulders, leaving a string of possessive hickeys on her wake.

As comical as the thought of being beaten with an eight inch silicone phallus was, the threat of death was not. Sammie was all too aware of her boss' temper and she didn't doubt for a moment that Mara would fly off the handle in a jealous rage if she tried to overstep the boundaries...probably not to the point of death, but definitely to the point where Sammie would be spending a night or two in the hospital and then never be allowed to play again. So the beta nodded in understanding before she proceeded forward. She hurriedly got off of her back and took up her position, kneeling between Arlann's spread legs. It took her a little bit of wriggling before she had adjusted her height to what she thought would be comfortable before taking hold of the toy and guiding it towards the mage's enticing slid that was put on display for her. Mara was even kind enough to stop playing with Arlann's breasts long enough in order to spread the swollen outer lips of the mage's' slit so that Sammie knew what the hell she was doing and where she was going. Having actual sensations transmitted through the toy made things much easier, unfortunately her body was so sensitive that right after she had pushed the flared head of the dildo into Arlann's quivering folds, Sammie grew terrified that she would need to immediately pull out and cum. Maybe the only thing that kept her from doing so was the sheer embarrassment that that situation would create.

"Oh g-g-God!" Sammie gasped as she sank another few inches in and felt everything....hot wet silk around her throbbing cock, shuddering around her, pulling her in. Unable to deny her body pleasure, she slammed her hips forward, harder than she meant to. The poor beta was just so eager that she couldn't stop or slow down, she needed more. Even though her thrusts were jagged and desperate to begin with, she soon found a rhythm that was as equally desperate, but at least a little smoother.

"I think she likes your magic." Mara moaned softly into Arlann's ear. Her hands never stopped rubbing and caressing her mate's body for a moment after Sammie started thrusting. It was clear that she was still a little self conscious and worried...but at least she was confident enough in their love for eachother to be able to enjoy the sight of another woman sharing her mate.
 
Arlann didn't exactly love Sammie, there was a clear difference between what she felt for Mara and the other beta, but she cared for her a great deal at this point, and she wanted the experience to be as lovely for her as it was for herself and Mara. So when she used her finger, invaded such a personal part of the pretty little wolf, she was very gently. She would never want to hurt either of the women with her, and if their odd little friendship was going to move to the next level she needed to show Sammie that she wasn't going to be cruel, that she would protect her and do things at a pace that proved this was consensual and she could say yes or no at any time. It did help that Arlann was sobering up a bit, but even at her most drunk she wasn't the type to be mean... Except maybe to Mara since she really loved riling up her dominant mate.

It wasn't all easy however, as difficult as it must have been for Mara to coordinate both her and Sammie as she invited the beta to join her, it was a bit difficult for Arlann to properly consider both women. She had to tease Mara, moving her ass up and down gently on her mate's cock, and attend to Sammie, making the shy little thing moan and grunt beneath her as she gently explored the gorgeous woman's body. It started to get easier, even if Mara was a bit distracting with all her gruff talk about beating people to death with a strapon. Luckily Sammie seemed comfortable enough with them not to freak out, and the mage soon helped the little thing by pulling her in as she approached and biting down on her neck. She was between them, she was going to be marked by both of them, but she also wanted her mark on Mara and Sammie... She wanted people to know that these women were hers, as much as she was theirs. Of course they had a hierarchy with Mara at the top... But that had never stopped Arlann from acting high and mighty just to be shoved down and fucked later, oh and it was the best kind of sex, frustrated Mara sex.

Sammie wasn't quite as timid when it began as Arlann had expected. The short gentle little thrusts she had assumed a girl like Sammie would deliver never happened, and Arlann was soon moaning out as powerful, needy thrusts pushed inside of her. It took her a moment to get use to it, leaning back against Mara as Sammie clung to her and shoved herself inside over and over, the feeling of being filled from two ends absolutely amazing. She couldn't even imagine if she had used her own magic on herself, the sensations already having her whimpering in pure delight. She did however comfort her mate, leaning her head back and kissing at her mate's neck between throaty moans, whispering gently in her ear between each thrust. "I was scared when you first talked about Sammie... That you two were a thing... I'm glad... I was wrong... But... This... Is amazing." She was moaning between words, the time since her last orgasm making it impossible to resist and hold out as she already felt a huge climax approaching. "Just know... I only love you... Even if... We have an entire harem." She chuckled, only half joking as she bit at any piece of flesh she could, kissing and letting her body press against Mara's, which only made it all the more incredible as Sammie leaned in to her... The confidence and fluidity Sammie was gaining pushing Arlann closer and closer to cumming.

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It had been the last day of real training and Leslie had pushed herself the final distance. Since her duel with Mara she had trained her swordsmanship back to the level it had been in her youth, the extension of her arm once more feeling right. More than that was her stamina and strength, all of her training leaving her agile, strong, and prepared to go as many rounds as needed. Jessie had never quite seen Leslie in the shape she was in, and while she had certainly noticed, Leslie had been hiding the tone as much as possible, keeping a shirt on almost always, prepared for a bit reveal for her mate, a reveal of her abs and perfectly toned body. She wasn't muscly really, she never did get that way with the minimal weight training, but she was tight and looking very good. Not to mention she had gone to get a haircut as well, finally doing what Jessie wanted and going back to the shorter cut. So when she walked into the apartment she quickly started looking for Jessie, grinning like a school girl at the idea of teasing her lover with the very yummy look she was sporting... Which included no clothing but tight running shorts and a sports bra.
 
“You’re the only one I love… you’ve always been the only one.” The wolf panted out her own reassurances. “I care for Sammie…but it’s not the same… I love you Arlann…just you.” Usually the one month mark was the point at which Mara started to slowly sabotage her own relationships. By month two she was making a list of reasons why the romance just wasn’t working and then would conduct a break-up meeting in the same way as she would fire an employee. But Arlann was never on the receiving end of such thoughts, all Mara ever dreamed about was a wedding, a summer home somewhere quiet, and pups running through the halls, terrorizing the both of them. It was terrifying to plan for a future where she had so much to lose…but also exciting. Yeah, sometimes the mage would drive her crazy with her smart mouth, and there were a few of Arlann’s habits that the werewolf could do without, but then Mara would just plot how to get even, not how to get rid of her mate.

“Fuck… Sammie…keep going. I can feel you too….” The wolf groaned loudly as her assistant finally found a rhythm so that the Alpha could enjoy the sensation of Sammie’s cock filling Arlann’s pussy and making her ass even tighter with each thrust.

“I c-cant…” Sammie whimpered. A romantic at heart, it was actually kind of a turn to see Arlann and Mara professing their love for one another. It was like one of the touchy feely pornos that she liked to watch. She really wanted to keep going, to impress her boss and not let her down…but everything felt too good. Arlann was so tight, her silken folds kept clutching and rippling around the cock as she neared her peak. The poor beta couldn’t hold on anymore and quickly pulled out of the silken heat, whining loudly as cold air engulfed her slick shaft.

Mara immediately reached out and took hold of Sammie’s cock the moment that the beta pulled out of her lover, fairly certain the wolf wouldn’t have known that she’d have to keep stroking in order to get the most out of her orgasm. Her other hand came down between Arlann’s legs, well practiced fingers ramming into her mate’s slit and curling forward to find her most sensitive spot.

Is Mara really touching me? The notion that her boss was servicing her in any way shape or form had Sammie cumming. She gasped in surprise as the throbbing ache between her legs manifested itself as her own built up arousal shooting from the tip of the realistic toy, juices spilling onto Arlann’s stomach.

Seeing her mate get marked by another woman urged a jealous growl from Mara’s throat. The Alpha thrusted up into Arlann’s ass, as roughly as she could in her position in order to draw out her own orgasm. She wanted to cum, to fill her mate’s sweet little ass with her arousal and mark her in a much more intimate way than Sammie ever could.

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Familiar footsteps made Jessie’s ears perk and an evil little grin take up residence on her lips. Heh…we’ll see who’ll have the gall to deny me for another month ever again. The Alpha had been working herself to the bone, not just because she was training for Parekura…but because her mate had been withholding sex. Now it was time for her revenge, moments before Leslie unlocked the door and swung it open, Jessie took up position in the hallway, casually leaning up against the wall. “You’re late.” Jessie’s voice had a hard edge to it due to the lack of sex for a month and the Alpha’s impatience at having to wait even a second for Leslie to come home. It seemed that both of them had intended to tease one another; both in very sexy outfits… but Jessie was pretty damn sure that she was doing a far better job of it. She had managed to get out of work on time for once, with minutes left to spare in order to set up everything for their playtime after she had showered and gotten dressed into the outfit that she was currently wearing. A black leather corset cinched in her waist and made her breasts even more delicious looking than usual. And of course her mate’s favorite part was on display: Jessie had traded in her usual boyshorts for a sexy black thong to show off the amazingly toned globes of her ass.

Leslie had never seen this outfit on her before, her full on Mistress mode costume just lived in the bottom of her toy chest. The corset was uncomfortable as fuck, and so were the thigh high leather boots…she actually hated wearing this stuff. But Jessie was so fucking tired of not getting laid that she’d deal with the discomfort if only just to make her mate drool and enhance the aura of dominance that just naturally clung to her.

The wolf turned on her heels and sauntered down the hallways towards their bedroom. As she moved, she realized that she had actually missed the soft creak of leather, a sound that was only drowned out only by the authoritative clattering of her heels against the hardwood floor. “Come on pet, no dawdling.” Jessie called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bedroom. She had emptied her favorite toys from her trunk, her flogger, riding crop, ball gag, strap on, a few dildos, and leather cuffs laying in a neat row on the bed…because evidently they weren’t going to be using the bed tonight. Jessie was quite handy around the apartment and had drilled a hook into the ceiling, one that would be used to shackle her pet’s arms above her head and would be able to hold Leslie’s weight if she were to collapse from being used… and of course if the Alpha had any say in the matter, her pet was going to be passed out before the end of the night.
 
Sammie cumming had been incredible, and not because she hadn't seen it before, but because Sammie handled it just as adorably as Arlann had imagined. She was desperate, whining in need, and more than anything because Mara had reached forward and helped her finish, which was oddly the sexiest part of it all... Well watching Sammie cum was pretty magnificent as well, but Mara stroking her was a special sight. The mage was also still on a high from Mara's love confession, and smiling at the fact that as fucked up and unusual as their current scene and choice to practically claim another woman as theirs was, that both of them felt secure, or at least confident enough in their love for one another to simply enjoy their desires. Arlann doubted she would have ever found another person who could be okay with the fucked up shit she had turned out to like... Such as the word 'harem' that kept popping up in her brain, and all the sexual fetishes she wanted... All of which she had mentally shoved into Mara's head, a fact that had made her feel quite vulnerable, only to have Mara not care and comfort her.

As special as all of it was Arlann as quickly forgetting about the emotion and focusing on the pleasure, how close she was from Sammie's thrusts being built upon by Mara's fingers and rough jealous thrusting. It barely took any time before she followed in Sammie's footsteps, leaning back against Mara and moaning her name, begging for her not to stop, and in the process spraying a decent amount of her juices all over Sammie. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced, and it was had without her sensitivity magic... The entirety of it coming from the anal and double penetration play... And she was drunk so it was especially impressive. The mage refused to stop however, even as she climaxed she began moving her body, milking Mara, ass squeezing and slapping back against her mate's thighs. She wanted her perfect woman to cum, and she didn't stop until her mate was marking her.

Finally Arlann fell back into Mara, drained even though she was still horny, her exhaustion and intoxication wearing on her body. She didn't move off of Mara, but instead enjoyed having her mate inside of her, leaning back and kissing her jaw and neck. "I think I could get addicted to this... Holy shit..." She was panting, and after kissing and biting Mara a few times she reached down and pulled Sammie to both of them with the last bit of her strength, leaning in and biting the beta's neck once more to reinforce her mark. "We're keeping you." She chuckled but had no intention of it being a joke, her hands keeping Sammie close as she nodded for Mara to make her mark nice and deep, to make sure anyone looking knew she belonged to them the next day... No other wolf was taking what was theirs... And she doubted Mara would be okay with the idea of someone stealing from her, taking away one of her women. It was kind of how she got when others approached Arlann when they were younger, scaring them off while never asking her out, Mara was unreasonable that way.

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The grin dropped from Leslie's face as she rounded the corner to the hall, her entire plan coming to a crashing halt at the sight before her. Leslie had confidence in her body, had her hair cut, looked incredibly sexy... But compared to the current Jessie she looked simply mundane. Her sports bra had nothing on the leather corset, and as great as her ass looked hugged by the tight fabric, it couldn't even compare... She was literally drooling. She would have killed just to have that ass atop her face... To touch it. That along with the utter aura of dominance seeping from Jessie had the hunter shaking, barely stopping herself from dropping to her knees right there. She wasn't really even a hunter anymore, as if previous moments hadn't made it clear... She truly was Jessie's little slut, and even at her most rebellious of moods she would have been easily tamed by her fiance in that moment. To put it clearly, Leslie, for once in her life, was speechless.

Only her Mistress' voice could have snapped her out of the dreamy daze she was in, and upon orders her feet carried her to the room while her mind struggled to catch up. Instantly she scanned the toys, a few of her favorite being brought out and a shiver of delight running up her spine. "Wow... And here I thought I was going to surprise you..." She mumbled, walking over next to Jessie, so very tempted to lean in and hug her, to kiss her neck and caress her body... But she knew better. While this level of play had not been introduced, or at least never the start, Leslie could tell that the current Jessie wasn't going to allow any disobedience, even in the form of a hug or kiss, and she simply stood in place, staring as Jessie's amazing ass and waiting for her Mistress to give her an order, to take complete control and god willing spank her tone needy ass. Gah, she had been so bad, and she wanted to be punished.
 
"Fuck!" Mara groaned as Arlann began to more adamantly ride her. She thrusted up to meet her, eager to fill her mate and claim what was hers. "Mine!" The wolf growled as she came, her juices spilling from the tip of her cock and into the mage's perfect rear end. She bit down onto Arlann's shoulder, moans muffled as she broke skin for a more permanent mark to help commemorate the first time Mara had ever fucked her mate's ass. Panting, sweaty, and covered in arousal, Mara relaxed for the moment, taking the time to lick Arlann's wound as the three of them cuddled for a little break. When her mate brought up keeping Sammie, the Alpha smiled a bit. Having her assistant become a more permanent fixture in her bedroom sounded like a good idea, Mara did love threesomes and small orgies after all. Sex with just her and Arlann would always be her favorite, but having others in the bedroom was a welcome change of pace, especially because she didn't know much about other kinky things such as bondage. When her mate nodded that it was okay to mark Sammie, Mara leaned over, teeth sinking into her assistant's neck as she suckled on the delicate flesh. Sammie bruised very easily and even though she hadn't been very rough, by the time she pulled away there was a nice dark mark gracing the porcelain flesh.

"Here..." Mara swept her hair to the side, offering up a clear, unmarked patch of her neck to Sammie. She wanted to make it clear that while they owned Sammie and could decide whether to keep her or not, the beta had the same opportunity. They belonged to the beta, as much as the lesser wolf belonged to them.

"Oh I-I couldn't p-puh-possibly...." The beta turned bright red. She has accidentally already bit Arlann in the heat of the moment and had marked the mage...but doing the same thing on purpose to her boss was another matter entirely. And for her it was enough that Mara and Arlann had both marked her with little bites and hickeys...she didn't want to overstep her status by doing likewise.

"Sammie." All Mara had to do was say her assistant's name in a warning tone to get her to do whatever she wanted. "Don't be modest and don't be frightened, go on." The Alpha waited surprisingly patiently. Even when Sammie didn't immediately jump in and bite her neck, Mara didn't push harder. She just waited until the beta finally leaned in, tentatively sinking her teeth into an unblemished part of Mara's neck and suckling the skin to bruise the flesh. The mark was definitely different from Arlann's and anyone who saw Mara would know that two different people had claimed her as their own.

"Good..." The Alpha purred as she drew her two favorite women in for a hug, chuckling softly as Sammie yawned and Arlann relaxed heavily into her. "I hope you two aren't getting tired...because I could still go for another round." Mara growled playfully. She was definitely able to deal with alcohol better than her two lightweights, she wasn't tired, not just yet. But in the event that Arlann and Sammie were were exhausted, which they certainly appeared to be, Mara crawled out from under the pile and arranged the two to snuggle and kiss ontop of eachother. This left both of those lovely pussies lined up and in perfect position for Mara to take turns fucking...right after she traded her smaller dildo for a much bigger one.

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"I -am- surprised...my pet looks absolutely delicious this evening." Jessie's Mistress facade broke, just for a moment, long enough to give a compliment and a smile. Leslie looked gorgeous...well, she was always gorgeous, but Jessie loved her more wild looking shorter hair and all of the sexy bits of muscle that Leslie had conditioned and toned. Really she was proud of her mate, she had stuck through her training and Mara said that the human had done quite well, at the very least she speculated that Leslie would make it to the top 10 competitors, which was quite the achievement for a first timer, let alone a human. That was provided that the human could adapt to the various melee weapons and fighting styles she came across, but still, it was impressive.

Remembering that her lover had caused her much grief by being too tired to fuck and making their already busy schedules more difficult to line up with all of her training, Jessie slid back into her Mistress persona, eager to discipline her human. "Strip." The wolf barked out the order as she grabbed a pair of leather cuffs off the bed. They were wider and more padded than some of the others that they usually played with, a little signal to Leslie that she would be in this next position for a long time. She tossed the link over the hook and then took Leslie by the hands, cuffing her so that her hands would stay outstretched above her head and she would not be able to defend herself from the spanking that was about to ensue.

Once Leslie was bound, Jessie took a look at the few toys she had laid out. The flogger was always fun...but she didn't know if that would be a perfect opener... The riding crop was by far her favorite bdsm weapon of choice in her entire arsenal, but she preferred using that when Leslie was on her hands and knees... Deciding to get out all of her anger and frustration to start with, Jessie grabbed the black paddle. It was stiff, covered in a sheet of leather and a little wider than her belt, providing almost the same satisfying CRACK whenever it struck flesh that her belt did too. "Tell me, pet...how many days has it been since we last fucked?" Crack! The first strike came without warning and landed perfectly right in the middle of Leslie's left ass cheek. "Better yet, why don't you count out how many days it's been, that way you can have just as many spankings."

When Leslie counted the first strike that Jessie had already delivered as 'one' and began on 'two', Jessie gave that ass five more whacks for not knowing how to count. "Start over, slut!"
 
Arlann loved being marked, it was one of the sexiest things her mind could conjure up... A sign to anyone looking that she belonged to someone, and in the current case that she belonged to two someone's. Of course she understood the werewolf world enough to know two things. One, Mara was an alpha and didn't usually let people mark her, and two she had just offered herself to a beta. If the mage had any worries about Mara being uncomfortable with what they were doing they had now disappeared, because never had she imagined her mate would reciprocate, but she was thrilled it was happening. Arlann was a jealous woman, that much had been proven at the ball, but with Sammie, when she was okay with it and confident Mara loved only her at the level of mate... It being Sammie was truly what made it alright though, she was such a wonderful person.

As tired as Arlann was physically, she was mentally begging to cum again, and during the time Mara needed to prep herself for the next round, Arlann began nuzzling and kissing at Sammie's neck, getting the lovely beta going again. She even quickly pecked the wolf on the lips playfully, a spirited little grin on her face, though she did turn back to Mara after, looking for permission to kiss her on the lips. To Arlann, as horrible as it sounded, it wasn't that big a deal emotionally, she just enjoyed kissing, but she had noticed Mara's reluctance to do so earlier, and if her mate didn't like it, believe it to be too romantic, she wouldn't. Of course either way she had things she wanted to do to the pretty little thing beneath her, and with Mara taking the heavy lifting sex wise she could do so even as tired as she was. So she waited for approval or disapproval before turning her head back and going for Sammie's neck again, biting down in the same place once more and growling gently. When she let go she licked up to her ear and licked the delicate flesh. "Welcome to our fucked up little family Sammie... Never hesitate to speak up or do what you want when you're with us... And know we'd kill for you... Though we probably would have before." She giggled a bit and pulled back, deciding which part of her to focus on, for pleasure and to give Mara a nice show to watch while she fucked them.

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The compliment was well received but Leslie was still too stunned to really say anything in return, and more of a rise came when she was told to strip than told she looked delicious, the tone alone causing her to drip with desire. Leslie was too excited to even pull the clothes off, and instead ripped her sports bra and shorts until they fell to the ground in tatters. The bodyguard was well trained by now, and when Jessie began preparing the cuffs she walked over and as soon as it needed to be done lifted her arms and allowed herself to be cuffed. Even if it was going to be a long punishing night, Leslie trusted Jessie without question... And was a bit of a needy slut herself. Her current position was a tad uncomfortable, but even that meant little as she turned her head and watched that sexy ass lover of hers select the toy she wanted to use first... And secretly Leslie wanted the crop, she had developed a gluttonous lust for its string.

It wasn't to be, and instead Jessie chose the large paddle, and Leslie readied herself for the blow, taking it with barely a noise as it resounded off her toned ass. Days... She knew she was in trouble when she was told to count days. As much as she loved Jessie the woman could be vindictive, and her punishments never lenient. She did however expect something linear, and as she started on two she was swiftly reminded why she could never sit properly after one of their punishment nights, her voice crying out in a twisted mix of pain and pleasure only a needy little slut like her would deliver... Her enjoyment of pain only increasing the longer they were together. She wasn't sure she could make it all the way to the end though, she had been the reason for near thirty days of celibacy, and she knew Jessie was furious. Still, if she didn't it would be worse and she began counting... "One..." Crack! "Two..." Another... "Three..."
 
Twenty six… CRACK! Twenty seven… CRACK! Twenty eight… CRACK!

“Twenty eight.” Jessie growled. “Twenty eight fucking days that you’ve been too busy for your Mistress.” On impulse, Jessie drew her hand back, winding up and slapping Leslie straight across the face. Usually she refrained from slapping her lover, preferring Leslie’s cheeks to be tinged a blush caused from lust rather than an angry red handprint…it was only when she was truly mad or upset that she resorted to attacking the sensitive flesh of her mate’s face. “You are –never- to do this to me again. Understand?” Dark eyes narrowed dangerously, but really she was more upset than enraged. Jessie had gone months without sex before, her roaring libido wasn’t the problem here…going without her mate’s company was. Having Leslie constantly tired and never around had really distressed her. It wasn’t because she had been afraid that the human was sneaking around behind her back, but because Jessie had legitimately really missed Leslie when she had been gone. The wolf had missed all their date nights, their movies on the couch, their time down at the shooting range; as tough as Jessie appeared, she really was just a big guard dog that wanted to snuggle with her human.

The Alpha let out a breath that she hadn’t realized that she had been holding until her lungs began to burn. She turned away and stepped back towards the toy covered mattress, perusing her tools for discipline. The wolf had always found comfort in the control. She’d find contentment in her lover once again, soon, but for now she had to just work out the complicated emotions this way. Jessie picked up her flogger, the one with suede tails. She was tempted to get the stiff, oiled leather one…but didn’t want to hurt Leslie that bad. She’d save the harsher tool for when her girlfriend –really- pissed her off. Now that she had her weapon of choice, the wolf circled her lover, dark eyes roaming the beautiful body on display before her, trying to find the perfect place to strike.

“Spread your legs.” As soon as those toned thighs were spread, leaving the human’s lovely slit defenseless, Jessie gathered up the tails of her flogger and sent the tails flying. She landed her strike clean down the front of Leslie’s chest, right between her breasts, the tails dragging down her pet’s stomach towards the end of the swing and dancing lightly over her delicious looking pussy before fluttering to the ground. Too bad BDSM wasn’t included in any of the competitions at Parekura; floggers, paddles, and riding crops were just like an extension of the well-practiced Mistress’ arm.

“Soaking wet. Every fucking time I discipline you, you’re soaked like a cheap whore.” The wolf taunted as she gathered up the tails for another strike, noticing that the tips of them were damp from Leslie’s arousal. Jessie looked at her mate, sizing her up for a moment before taking a half step backwards. Now she was the perfect distance to keep raining down strikes to her pet’s front, the tails of the flogger biting into the mounds of her breasts and flicking against her stiff nipples. It was surprisingly cathartic to just stand there and rain blows down onto her pet’s body and watch the human squirm and writhe with each hit.
 
By the time the counting was over Leslie didn't want to say anymore. She loved the pain, it turned her on, even if that was a humiliating truth, but it still hurt, and without a mix of pleasure it slowly became more and more like a punishment... Not matter how wet and lustful she was. Jessie was right in a way though, because while Leslie had been training to keep herself safe during Parekura she had ignored Jessie to do it. Not by choice really, if she could have done it all she would have, but impressing her new family had seemed a worthwhile goal... But she had missed Jessie, more than felt comfortable for someone who had lived as a lone wolf for so long. All she could do was nod and acknowledge that she would never do it again, whining gently, and if she had ears they would be drooped miserably as she looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry Mistress..." She wanted to say I love you, she could tell it wasn't all some scene, but she also knew Jessie needed to get it out of her and so Leslie kept it all within the confines of their Mistress and Pet relationship, completely submitting and watching for Jessie's next punishment.

The flogger was not Leslie's favorite, it stung and the areas Jessie focused on truly needed pleasure to bring out the pleasure from the pain, more so than any other area. Before Jessie even began she knew her breasts and front would be the main targets, she had learned her mate's tendencies after so long. It didn't prepare her for the hit however, and she cried out loudly as the tails struck her. Cheap whore, that made her wince gently, whimpering as she looked at Jessie, so tempted to say it was only for her, but not wanting to invoke more wrath for saying she was lying or wrong, disagreeing with her Mistress was never a good idea, even on the days she was in a good mood and they were simply having a kinky night. No, doing so with this version of Jessie would be asking for even more punishment... Between the punishment toys and outfit... It was going to be a long night and the image for Leslie's fantasies for weeks to come.

It didn't take long for Jessie to go forward with it, repeating the ferocity of the paddling as she brought the flogger down over and over, stinging her breasts and stiff nipples, Leslie flinching as one particularly well placed smack sent a spike of pain through her right nipple. Her voice was deep and sweet despite the cries of pain, a true pained noise never escaping her lips but instead needy moans and quivering eyes, every part of Leslie begging for relief, a respite of pleasant touching to soothe the pain, every part but her lips. That was another no, not unless asked. So she took it, each flick of Jessie's wrist showing her expertise with the toys she had chosen. It felt like an eternity before she stopped, and Leslie was practically limp in the cuffs by that point, still standing on her own feet but no longer straightened and fresh. She looked up, panting gently, her juices having left a trail down each of her thighs. She would have done practically anything for pleasure at that point.
 
Whenever the Alpha was in the sort of vindictive Mistress mode as she was now, Jessie at least had the sense to not gag her mate. Sometimes she could get carried away and she wanted to ensure that she gave her lover every opportunity to say her safeword if she needed to. Besides, it wasn’t like her mate needed the ballgag right now, Leslie was a perfect pet in that she knew when to run her mouth and when to shut the hell up or face Jessie’s wrath. By the time that she had finished flogging her pet, the wolf felt a bit better. Leslie, however, was looking a little worse for the wear. Her posture was hunched over, her head bent forward and her eyes looking rather pitiful as she silently begged for pleasure. But still, Jessie did not break, not just yet.

“Why do bring my good toys anywhere near your filthy little cunt?” The wolf muttered, more to herself than to Leslie as she examined her flogger that now glimmered with her mate’s arousal. As big of a pain in the ass as it was to clean the suede after it was used, she didn’t trust Leslie to do it correctly and had never assigned the cleaning of their toys to her pet as punishment. Instead she just let the annoyance of having to clean the flogger fuel her creativity for punishments. She tossed the flogger to the corner of the room near the hamper so that she would remember to clean it, and then went back to the bed to grab a new torture device for Leslie. When she turned around, her pet would see that she was holding two nipple clamps that had a very heavy looking metal chain joining them together.

“Aw…does my poor pet need a lighter touch?” Jessie smirked. “I thought all this training was supposed to make you tougher.” Still irked that she had been playing second fiddle to a fucking katana, Jessie felt no remorse as she clipped the clamps onto Leslie’s incredibly sensitive nipples. “Be a good girl and hold this for me.” The wolf purred as she put some of the heavy chain into Leslie’s mouth. It probably didn’t seem like much now, but if her lover cried out and let the chain drop, her nipples would definitely be feeling it. Now it was Jessie’s job to make her lover scream and drop the strip of metal. Fingers that knew Leslie’s body far too well worked their way to her pet’s soaking slit. Rather than plunge them inside, Jessie went for a sure thing: she started rubbing the swollen bud of her clit in hard, fast circles. Her free arm wrapped around her pet, helping to hold her up and bear some of her weight so that she could relax enough to enjoy the pleasure and hopefully forget about her task of keeping the chain in her mouth.
 
Leslie could only listen as Jessie displayed her various levels of upset, from the reason behind it all, the human's stubborn stupidity that kept them apart for near a month, to how ridiculous she found it that each painful hit turned Leslie on. She truly was a bit of a slut, not just due to the number of women she had slept with, because that had set her out early, but because of how everything seemed to get her off, even the pain that would have most completely turned off. There was always the mix of pain and pleasure, most would succumb to that lovely sensation... But here Leslie was, Jessie's fiance, and she was dripping wet after being spanked and flogged for quite a long duration. Perhaps she didn't find that an appealing trait in a mate... Though whatever the case she was having her way well enough that Leslie would be feeling the aftermath of it for at least half of the next day, if not a full few days considering just how much she throbbed at the moment, and that was with adrenaline pumping. Even with her quick healing she wouldn't be escaping Jessie's wrath.

She did find herself holding back a growl as her toughness was insulted, because as much as she wanted softness and pleasure, she was managing something that would have most humans either passed out or crying, and the only tear she had shed in a very long time had been those of happiness... Like when she asked Jessie to marry her. She was tough! Hell that was half the reason she was going to fight, and that she had taken so much time training, she wanted to prove she was tough, to Jessie, to her new family, and to all the wolves probably looking down on Jessie for choosing a weak human... She was going to show all of them that she was anything but weak, she was going to show what a human could do when they put their mind to it... Even if it was mostly because she had advanced hunter training and insanely superhuman abilities, superhuman in the sense that it was above normal human capabilities, not some superhero like Mara's mate, shaking the entire fucking building. That woman was scary.

Oh how glad Leslie was that Jessie couldn't read minds, because if another woman had crossed her mind, even for a second and in a non-sexual manner during a situation like the one they were in... Jessie would have fucking lost it. So she counted herself lucky for the moment and took the chain in her mouth, holding it firmly and watching as her fiance went downwards, not messing around as she gave the pleasure Leslie had so pathetically begged for with her eyes. Oh she was good, a perfect twist, giving Leslie what she asked for but making it lead to something sinister. Leslie tried to hold out for as long as she could, if only just to show Jessie she could, but it didn't take long before muffled moans and suppressed jolts of pleasure were no longer enough, and when that moment came her head tipped back and her mouth opened wide, a loud moan, soon followed by a yelp of pain, the weighted chain yanking down on her stiff nipples and sending both pain and pleasure zipping through her. It had almost caused her to cum, so close, but that was left to Jessie, and while she tried to hold herself back, even starting the sentence, "May I please cu-u-uuum!" She didn't make it, climaxing before properly asking for permission and receiving her answer, clit pressing up into Jessie's hand as the intense orgasm completely shook the human's body.
 
Her heels put her neat Leslie’s height, so for once she didn’t have to uncomfortably stand on tiptoe to properly nibble on her pet’s ears. Jessie’s teeth grazed the sensitive lobe and tugged, her warm breath spilling down her sub’s neck as she exhaled. As her pet’s head tipped back and the woman let out a long, throaty moan, Jessie chuckled. “What’s the matter, pet, chain too heavy to hold?”

“No, don’t you fucking dare cum.” But the warning came too late, Leslie was already trembling and shaking in her arms, moaning like the whore that she was. Jessie growled, her fingers never stopping because she had really thought Leslie could take more. Perhaps that was a miscalculation on her part…a month ago, her pet would have had no problem waiting for permission. Now it appeared that the hunter had developed a few bad habits while she had been off training for Parekura. “Really?! One fucking month apart is all it takes for you to forget your training? Even dogs retain information better than you.” Leslie had only cum without permission a handful of times in their nearly year long relationship, usually it was Jessie’s fault…she’d purposefully make her pet cum to be cruel. Today she hadn’t even tried!

Even when Leslie appeared to have come down from her high, Jessie’s fingers didn’t stop moving. The wolf was relentless, those rough, fast circles never stopping for a moment. She pushed her pet to orgasm over and over again, only using her clit, torturing the poor little pink nub until it was probably raw and wouldn’t be usable for the rest of the night. If Leslie was going to be a poorly trained slut that would cum without permission, then Jessie was going to make her pet cum until an orgasm didn’t look so damn alluring anymore. The wolf worked that pussy until Leslie was whimpering and trembling, until she tried to back away from her hand…and even then the cop pulled her prisoner close and rubbed her poor clit for a little while longer. When she was sure that Leslie couldn’t take it anymore, Jessie stopped. Without a word she abruptly removed her hand and took a step back, depriving her pet of the feeling of the Alpha’s strong, leather clad body pressed up against her own. She removed the nipple clamps, tossed them off towards where she had thrown the flogger, and then left the room entirely to continue Leslie’s punishment for cumming without permission.

Jessie stormed off, heels clattering menacingly as she wolf exited the bedroom and raced down the hall; her punishments were always severe and always administered right after Leslie did whatever impulsive thing she had not been able to resist. Jessi disappeared into the kitchen and went straight for the freezer to pop an ice cube out of the tray. There were few things that Leslie didn’t like, but Jessie had yet to meet a sub that enjoyed ice being applied to their hypersensitive clit. Once she had palmed the piece of ice, she hurried back to the bedroom, not letting Leslie see what was in her hand, but the bodyguard could probably guess if she had heard the ice popping from the tray.

“Spread your legs.” Merciless as ever, Jessie pressed the frozen piece of ice straight into Leslie’s sensitive slit the moment that those lovely thighs were parted. She pushed her palm over it, cupping Leslie’s sex and keeping the ice cube in place. Even when her pet squirmed and whined and tried to close her legs, Jessie’s hand followed, making sure she couldn’t shake off the piece of ice. “I thought I ordered you to keep you legs spread.” The wolf growled and more firmly pushed her palm and the smooth piece of ice into Leslie’s clit. “If you want the ice gone, you better get to apologizing.”
 
In the past month Leslie hadn't cum... She hadn't had a single orgasm since the last time Jessie had touched her, and as much as she liked to think she could still control herself, it seemed she was wrong. Her need to cum and her bodies sensitivity after being deprived was too much, leaving Leslie screwed. She knew cumming without permission was a huge deal, and Jessie was pissed... It meant her punishment was far from over, and even if her fiance had been close to calming down there was now an entirely different reason for her to press on. So that was what she did, and by the time the incredible rough treatment of Leslie's pussy ended, she had cum nearly five times and it had started hurting quite some time ago. Leslie was at that point where another orgasm seemed like a bad thing, where it was truly a punishment. It wasn't just the pain from her abused little clit either, it was the orgasm itself, the nerve endings were begging to stop, and even when Leslie instinctively pulled away it didn't stop... Jessie had no plans on letting her off without drilling the rule back in to Leslie's head... Never cum without permission.

When it finally ended Jessie moved away, taking from her the only pleasant sensations of her lover pressed against her, and roughly removing the nipple clamps before tossing them to the side of the room. The bodyguards nipples were thankful but she whined gently as Jessie left, really wanting to cuddle right about then and looking over at the bed when her alpha turned her back. The next day was going to be a long fucking day, plane ride or not. It was then that the worst realization hit the woman, that there was no way all of the red marks were going away before she had to compete nude, every single wolf at the event from those she didn't know to Jessie's parents were going to see the results of Jessie's punishment... She began to panic, thinking of ways to help the healing process, trying to scramble in her mind and figure out some way to not have her new family see where Jessie had punished and fucked her the night before...

She had to stop when Jessie walked back in the room, still in a panic but knowing if she broke the scene after cumming without permission her mate would take it upon herself to carve her name into Leslie's ass and make her compete with it... Or something extreme, and she didn't want that. "Aaaahh" Leslie let out a particularly vocal cry as the ice was plunged inside of her and she struggled to spread her legs, fighting the desire to slam them shut and push the frozen liquid out, which wouldn't last long inside her hot slit. "I'm sorry!" She whined, bucking against the hand, begging for it to let the ice out. "I'm sorry I didn't wait for permission... I just haven't cum since you touched me last." She whined again, the fight starting to leave her as she whimpered and looked at Jessie, "And I'm sorry for being gone so much... I missed you desperately, I just... I want to show everyone I'm worthy of having you..." She whimpered and looked down, not sure whether that was too much reality for the scene or not.
 
“Leslie…” Jessie’s voice softened as she broke the scene after her fiance’s confession. The whole root of her anger had been her belief that Leslie was competing because of pride…knowing that her mate was doing this for them changed everything. “That’s really why you wanted to train so hard? You know you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. If the other wolves don’t like you then that just means they can’t come to the wedding.” The Alpha smiled and kissed her fiancé on the lips, slow and tender. Her tongue ran gently over her lover’s bottom lip as though asking for permission for entrance before it slipped inside to play. She brought the torturous ice cube away from Leslie’s slit and wrapped her arms around her mate to give her a reassuring embrace.

Once upon a time, when Jessie was younger and really into bondage, the Alpha had actually considered becoming a professional Mistress. But soon it became clear that at times like these, she couldn’t dominate anyone. Whenever her mate did something sweet or burst into tears it always interrupted the scene; Jessie would just turn into the great big teddy bear that she was and immediately clamor to soothe her plaything.

The cop reached up and began to tug at the buckles on Leslie’s cuffs to get them off. By now she was sure that her mate’s arms were sore for the extended stretch and needed a break from the position anyways. Strong, warm hands soothingly ran over Leslie’s arms and shoulders, trying to clear her muscles from any ache that the bindings may have caused. “Well…at least one good thing came of all this.” Jessie grinned as she peeked around Leslie to see her glowing red ass. It was kind of a turn on to see her pet marked in such a way. Yeah…it would be kind of embarrassing when her parents saw it, but having all the other wolves know that this strong human willingly submitted herself for this kind of play made Jessie’s heart soar. For the Alpha, there was no better way to show love than complete and utter submission…. Hell, she loved Leslie so much that she even tried to submit on several occasions, it had been hard every time, but Jessie only did it because she loved her hunter so much.

“Come here…you okay?” The wolf nuzzled at her lover’s neck affectionately before leading over towards the bed. She swept off the toys and then let her body fall backwards onto it, dragging Leslie down ontop of her in the process. “Gah, damnit.” Jessie grumbled as an uncomfortable toy dug into her back, she reached behind her only to find that she had laid down on a buttplug. She grabbed the offending toy and tossed it away. Then she continued to snuggle her favorite pet and help her out of her cuffs so that she could hopefully help Jessie get out of this damn corset. “I love you…but I’m pretty sure this corset is causing my ribs to piece my lungs. Want to do me a favor and help me get out of this thing?”
 
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