A Tragedy Unfolds (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Michelle was already having a very good time. The night had started slow, but after a few drinks and some loosening up everything seemed to fall in to place. Not that it hadn't started much earlier, she did look stunning after all, hair up, earrings and other accessories helping highlight every curve of her body... A perfect amount of muscle on her athletic body. It attracted eyes of both men and women alike, but none that blew her away. In fact she found herself a bit choosier than usual, passing up some truly scrumptious girls as she hunter for something truly outstanding... Or maybe just two beauties, that kind of thing was known to happen and she had always fantasized about having her bed filled with multiple women. And fuck, now her mood was souring, thinking of Jocelyn and her family. It always sounded so appealing to have a little harem. She didn't believe in love or true monogamy anyways, might as well just monopolize everyone she was attracted to.

As humorous a line of thought as it was, the idea of a harem, or even a threesome was shoved aside when she laid eyes on her gem. "Oh... My, my, my. That will do." She muttered, looking across the room at the most enchanting woman she had seen all night. She was tall, which was a requirement for the vertically gifted Michelle, gorgeous features... Every damn one. Not a single part of her was anything but perfect, just about ideal for Michelle and she chewed on her lower lip as she stared, not giving a damn who noticed as she kept her eyes pinned to the other woman. "Please like women... Please like women..." She started to whisper the words to herself, over and over as she started across the room, moving at a slow, purposeful pace, sauntering towards the first prey of the night that had her salivating. She had been there for awhile, surveyed the talent, and nobody had come close, though she was sure the personal preference was for so many reasons... Once again, all of them lovely.

She approached the woman, grinning as she shooed off a male who had made his move before she arrived, getting a scowl but repaying it in kind with a glare that made him realize it wasn't worth his time. She then turned her attention right back to the gorgeous creature, reaching down and bringing the hand to her lips, kissing it gently and looking up with a smile, strong brown eyes peering through the holes in her mask. "I'm sorry for getting rid of him if you were interested, I simply couldn't miss my chance. I'm quite positive I wouldn't be able to live with myself if someone else was to spend the evening with you." For all her daily transgressions and attitude problems, Michelle was the best parts of both her parents. A bit screwed up, but strong, highly intelligent, charismatic, gorgeous, and insightful. She was rather talented in most regards, even if she could self-sabotage with the best of them. The only time she managed to keep her foot out of her mouth was when she wanted someone, and with the stunning creature in front of her she was prepared to display the full extent of her charm.

Jocelyn had inherited the best physical aspects of her mothers: tall like Arlann with a dazzling but mischievous smile, and strong like Mara with beguiling bright blue eyes and an amazing ass. Of course that combination of features had her attracting attention all the time…thankfully she also had Mara’s charisma and Arlann’s intellect so that suitors weren’t bored once she opened her mouth. The moment that she had left the safety of her friends, young men began to approach her. They asked her to dance or tried to buy her a drink, anything to create an opportunity to get closer to her. She could’ve sworn that some of them were in several of her classes, but with the masks on and the mingling scents of hundreds of werewolves, she couldn’t be sure.

The newest suitor was a nice enough boy, a little older than her which was a bit of a turn off. She always sort of assumed males from college were looking for a hook up while they were back in town and while she wasn’t looking for a long lasting relationship, she’d like to be at least a step above a booty call or home wrecker. Before she could detach herself from the young man chatting her up, another female came up with a purposeful stride. Her first thought was that she was going to get sucker punched by a girl that this guy had already fucked, but instead it appeared that the girl was just cutting in. Jocelyn’s eyebrows rose in surprise as the male was shooed away, higher still when her white glove hand was taken and a soft kiss was pressed to the back of it.

“You’re sweet…a little over the top, but sweet.” Jocelyn couldn’t help herself from grinning stupidly at the other female. Despite the polygamous environment that she had grown up with, she still believed in romance and love. Sure Mara and Arlann kept a harem, but she had never seen two people so in love or so happy together. While love at first sight wasn’t something that she believed in, a gorgeous female with a silver tongue definitely got her heart beating faster than anything. “I wasn’t terribly interested…he wasn’t much of a dancer. I hope that you’re different though.” While she didn’t have a solid preference for men or women, women did eek out a little bit of an advantage in her eyes because of the whole multiple orgasms thing.

She motioned the stranger over towards the dance floor and let the other girl choose whether or not she wanted to lead or follow. Jocelyn could do either; Mara had forced her to take lessons for many years so that she would standout at events such as these. The dance floor was so crowded that Jocelyn had to dance rather close to her partner, not that she was complaining about it though, every brush of the stranger’s body against hers had her skin lighting up with heat and desire…though that might just be the several drinks she had before meeting her.

"I think I'll focus on sweet, because there truly is no such thing as over the top... Making a fool of yourself only shows how far you're willing to go, and being dramatic merely highlights the emotions." With another smile she brought herself a bit closer to the other woman, looking at her with more than a little desire, "I'll be sure to show you just how flexible and graceful I can be." Michelle wasn't exactly a trained dancer. She had a few lessons growing up, almost all high society wolf families required it. What made her a good dancer was her reaction speed, her grace, and her balance, all of which were refined by other methods but did wonders when paired with the dancing basics she was instructed on growing up. It also helped that she was so set on impressing the gorgeous woman dragging her to the dance floor, it made her focus. Disappointing someone so beautiful after being so confident just wasn't going to happen, anonymity or not, she hadn't been joking about missing her chance being unacceptable.

When they reached the dance floor she took the lead, continuing forward with the same confidence that had led her well thus far. She didn't miss a single opportunity to make things more intimate, body pressing in to the other woman's, pulling her tight when required, and showing her that she wasn't just any dance partner, that she was exceptional and worthy of the time. Sure she liked to think she was as big a catch as the one she was dancing with, but letting her choose was the only way to win the game... Having her pick, giving the rest of her night to Michelle over any other man or woman. She was going to use every tool in her arsenal to ensure that was what happened, and that included showing anyone around them up, especially the men who were trying to lead with nothing but stiff nervousness and practiced step. Her dancing was nothing like that, it was merely an energetic, whirlwind that acted as a precursor to everything else she had to offer.

When the music finally stopped she didn't let go but pulled the captivating woman in, leaning down close enough that her lips nearly brushed the woman's beautiful ear. "Thank you for the pleasure of dancing with you." She pulled back, not saying anything perverse, nor pushing further intimacy, just letting go and giving her a lovely smile she never showed anytime else. "I do hope I didn't disappoint." She spoke with smooth tone, a cooing quality to her voice as she took the woman's hand and started to lead her off the dance floor and towards the bar, a nice glass of something in order. Not that she would have been opposed to dancing again, not really, but continuing to be so close would have her far too aroused to keep her composure.

The stranger was actually quite impressive on the dance floor. Usually Jocelyn was stuck with a partner who had only taken a handful of lessons, a partner that was stiff and still sometimes needed to count the beat under their breath. While the other woman didn't show off any elaborate moves, she still danced with such confidence that Jocelyn couldn't help but become more attracted to the other wolf by the second. When the song ended, Jocelyn knew that she didn't have to keep entertaining the stranger if she didn't want to. The girl wasn't conceited...or at least was much less full of herself than anyone else in her position might be. Not only did her surname carry weight in the werewolf world, but she was also bright, beautiful, and a strong Alpha. She knew that she was quite the catch and wasn't afraid to cut suitors loose if she didn't think that the measured up to her standards.

"The pleasure was all mine." Jocelyn purred in response, savoring the moment of closeness that she shared with the stranger. There was definitely some chemistry between them, whether it was all physical was left to be determined, but Jocelyn was willing to spend more time with the other female and see where things were going. "You didn't disappoint." Bright blue eyes drifted down to the lovely rear end that was leading the way towards the bar. "Not at all..." It was incredibly crowded at the bar, the two girls has to wriggle their way in through the mass of people in order to stand shoulder to shoulder with other wolves by the wooden bartop. It wasn't so bad, it gave Jocelyn an excuse to press the length of her body firmly up against her masked companion. The worst thing was that it was hot and stuffy being crammed in a small space with so many bodies.

Servers were milling around the hall with glasses of champagne to help ease the workload of the bartenders, but Jocelyn didn't particularly care for champagne or wine. She'd gladly wait for a nice cold glass filled with a vodka and cranberry. "Perhaps we can step outside for a breath of fresh air after we get our drinks?" Jocelyn leaned up to speak into her date's ear, lips brushing against the arch as her fingers played teasingly along the other girl's lower back. They probably wouldn't be able to find anywhere private inside...hopefully there would be a better chance to be alone outside.

As much as Michelle wanted to be the more impressive on on the dance floor, she wasn't. Her mystery companion was just as graceful and twice as skilled a dancer. She didn't fall short, but she was bested and it only turned her on more to know she wasn't better. Sure she could be a narcissist, but she was attracted to people who could compete or even beat her. It was fun, and it was pleasant news that her efforts hadn't gone to waste and disappointed the lovely woman, though she doubted there would have been any drinks if she had. What was even better was what her companion ordered, not some bullshit wine or bubbly cocktail, but a more purposeful beverage. She had definitely made the right choice, her hunting instincts spot on. She had found the best wolf, and if things kept going so well she was going to see just how perfect she was out of her clothing... As beautiful as it was Michelle was ready to drool over what was underneath.

Her spirits only shot further up as the woman leaned up against her, teasing lips and fingers taunting her body. It had quite the effect and she was chewing on her lower lip and leaning back ever so slightly into the other woman. Shit, she may be in trouble. Usually she played a very aggressive game, not being forceful but consistently being on the attack, making the moves, initiating contact, teasing and building urges and desires. Someone capable of keeping up and doing some of the seduction too, it had been awhile. Damn, she really did like strong women. "Of course, I would enjoy a bit of privacy. This stuffiness is not allowing us to get to know one another at all." She pushed her ass back a bit, feigning leaning against the bar for a moment but really just wanting to subtly grind her perfect rear into the other woman, getting her back for touching right above the bountiful bottom. Oh and it was an incredible backside, the perfect mix of jiggle and firm, muscle and softness, size and proportionate. It was her best feature, though all of her was gorgeous.

When she finally got her drink, a minute or two after the vodka and cranberry, she turned around and once again took the other woman's free hand in her own, a reassuring smile touching her features as she slowly moved both of them through the people and to the nearest exit, taking them right outside where nobody seemed to be. Most people were still drinking, or looking for their partner for the night, or just wandering around looking for a free room. So after a short walk Michelle found a very private spot, and it was lovely. It was just cool enough, the night was lit up by the sky, she had an incredible buzz going from the alcohol and a high from her company. "It's beautiful out tonight." She spoke in a heavy tone, releasing the other girl's hand, taking a sip of her drink, and then turning around to look at the beauty she had managed to attract. "You're absolutely gorgeous." A few thoughts about how unbelievable it was that she had been chosen over everybody else were bubbling up but she never said it, silent confidence managing to suppress self-doubt. As self-aware as she was about her good qualities, she was oddly insecure at the same time. A true dissociation between personal beliefs if there ever was one, and she didn't want to sabotage what she suspected would be one hell of a night.

A barely audible, lusty growl rumbled in Jocelyn’s chest as the other girl ground back against her. The young wolf was already trying to establish herself as the dominant in this budding little encounter. Of course the stranger was welcome to challenge her for the position of top, Jocelyn did so love a power struggle, but the brunette wasn’t going to settle for bottom, no matter what happened. She wouldn't fight the girl to lead all the time though, for example she let herself be led along towards the doors so that they could escape the crowded ballroom. They passed a couple of wolves pawing at one another on their way out, some people were obviously too interested in diving into the wild mindset to be able to wait to find somewhere private.

“It is…” Jocelyn agreed with a smile as she looked around the garden with the wonder of a person who rarely ever got to see the stars or trees that were more than 12 feet high. Mmm and the clean air and smell of fresh cut grass... Sometimes living in the city could be overwhelming; there was never anywhere that was safe from the sounds of sirens and cars honking, never a place with no people or traffic; she lived in a world of constant stimulation and it was nice to be somewhere quiet for a change. “I rarely get to come out to the country.” Maybe it was strange that she considered this the ‘country’ when they were really just on the outskirts of the suburbs, but anywhere with wide open spaces and enough room to house a beautiful garden was enough of qualify as the countryside to her.

“You’re sweet to say that.” Jocelyn was modest enough to blush at the compliment. ‘Pretty’ was something that she was more used to hearing. She turned away from the flowers that she was admiring and towards the other girl, her mother’s dazzling smile never leaving her face while she was with such good company. “And I suppose such sweet words deserve a little bit of a reward.” The younger wolf leaned up just a bit and caught the stranger’s lips in what was supposed to be a slow, sweet kiss…but once she had gotten her first feel and taste of the other girl, the kiss deepened, her body pressing up firmly to her companion, arms wrapping around the other girl’s shoulders (where the hell had she put her glass? She couldn’t even remember but was glad it was gone) as she slipped her tongue past soft lips to play and tease.

Patience was not Michelle's strong point, but she could be plenty patient when it suited her needs, and finding such a lovely, private place certainly satisfied a need to monopolize the beautiful creature with her. She did find herself missing the horns and bustle of city life, because even if the night sky was gorgeous it didn't allow her to hide from her thoughts, the silence made certain unpleasant things bubble to the surface. Luckily she had someone to help distract her, a gorgeous stranger that made her pulse quicken and brought a genuine smile to her face. Anonymity made things simpler. Michelle didn't have to worry about appearances, could avoid her thoughts, was away from the drama and stress of her life. She was with a beautiful woman, under a beautiful sky and in cool night air... And buzzed. She couldn't help but stare, a small smile on her face as she drank in her luck. She wasn't even entirely sure why but her attraction was absolute, she couldn't resist what stood in front of her.

"A reward? I'd be honored." She smirked gently at the blush, loving when her words had the desired effect. The kiss wiped the look right off her face, her response to the soft kiss a low moan, and as it deepened she only found herself melting, a deeper moan rumbling in her throat as she tossed her glass away and wrapped her arm around the other woman's waist, pulling them even closer, though keeping her hands from wandering downwards towards what she really wanted. Oh it was so tempting but she wasn't going to be overeager, even if her moaning was giving away just how much she enjoyed her 'reward'. What was more shocking was when Michelle realized something... She was being led. The teasing tongue playfully exploring her mouth had her moaning, blushing, succumbing to the desire. She was not use to being toyed with. She wasn't going to let herself fall below her station. She was an alpha, she was experienced, and she was confident dammit!

Her hands moved downwards now, pulling the woman closer and squeezing the incredible ass, and tongue striking back, batting back against the other woman's soft tongue. After a moment she broke the kiss, trying to regain some control. "That was one hell of a reward." She grinned, leaning in and biting at the other woman's neck playfully, licking her way up from the shallow bite mark to the earlobe, letting her tongue flick the lovely lobe, letting her tongue curl around, showing off just how well she could maneuver the muscle, being one of the rare individuals without the frenulum attached to her tongue. "I think you deserve a reward as well... That kiss was incredible." She slowly moved her hands up as teeth began nipping and biting at the woman's ear, removing the hands from around her neck and slowly making her way behind the other woman, her hands wrapping back around her waist, pulling her in and biting at the back of the stranger's ear and neck again. "Would you like the reward?" She asked, one hand slowly drifting up at the other drifted downwards, practically shaking with the desire to jump the gun.

Jocelyn was not one to be out done, she had bedded primarily Alphas and knew that it was important to establish control in these early stages. So as strong hands came down to squeeze her ass, her own fingers moved to tangle themselves into the other girl's hair and give a nice little tug so that the taller girl didn't forget who was ultimately boss. A smile did tug at the corners of her mouth as they kissed though, she loved a woman with fight in her. And the stranger was an incredibly kisser, she easily stoked Jocelyn's primal urges, had the young girl grinding and pawing at her in no time flat. Panting and looking more than a touch disappointed as the stranger pulled away, she didn't have to wait long before those lips were on her again, though this time teeth and tongue were added. The young wolf shivered as blunt teeth nipped at her neck, her throat having always been an extremely sensitive spot for her.

Part of her wanted to go find a place to sit down or lean against somewhere where she could put the other girl's tongue to good use. The grass was not an option, her mothers would kill her if she got splotchy green stains all over this gown. And pausing to go find somewhere was an equally bad plan...she was incredibly impatient, even more so now that the word 'reward' was being tossed about. "Mmm...of course I would..." Jocelyn purred and tilted her head to the side, unable to resist offering up her neck if it meant that she could get some much needed attention to other parts of her body. The wolf leaned up a little more heavily against the other girl's form, expectantly and curiously waiting for what what was to come next.

It was a strange sensation to be so aroused by an alpha who was turning out to be quite dominant, the hand in her hair both alarming her usual dominant mindset but making her gasp and hold back a moan. It was odd. Sure she liked strong women, but she had never felt so unsure about who would come out taking control, which probably meant she wouldn't. Still, she could try, and if she failed there was no way in hell she would run away, dominance or submission, it didn't change the fact that she had drawn the attention of the most stunning creature attending the masquerade, and she knew it was going to be one hell of a night. It only became more so as she found herself right where she wanted to be, behind her, with the stranger very keen on receiving her own little reward... And Michelle was going to give it to her. She bit down a bit harder on the woman's neck, growling slightly. "Good, because I want you." She let her body grind against her back, purring as a hand went up and started massaging her chest, playfully exploring the ample bosom she had been admiring.

Her other hand had since lowered down and was rubbing her gorgeous companion over the clothing, circling and pressing firmly through the fabric. Her lips returned to the smooth flesh taunting them so, licking and suckling, nipping and biting. That was until she pressed her lips up against her ear. "I want to taste you..." She didn't give a damn about her clothes, she wanted her and there was little patience left. Even her wolf was stirring, the scent, while still diluted with the stench of lesser women, was becoming stronger and driving her wild. She still couldn't put her finger on it but she couldn't keep her desire contained for the beautiful creature. She would throw someone out of a room or just get down and do it right there, but she wanted her and unless there was a firm 'no' she wasn't going to miss the opportunity. "May I?" She asked, giving a concession usually reserved for the submissive to make the unknown alpha a bit more comfortable, all the while letting firm fingers press and tease her slut through the fabric, and letting her other hand play at bountiful breasts... Though that had soon went up, tilting her companions head and letting her teeth grind sensitive ear. "Please."

Thank god her mothers were having a slumber party, that meant that everyone would be passed out when she got back to the penthouse and she would have a chance to cover up the hickeys that were no doubt littering her smooth skin. The last thing she wanted was a long lecture from Mara about how she wasn't supposed to repeat the same mistakes her mother had made. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn't like she was going to get pregnant...and it wasn't like they were giving eachother real mating bites or anything incredibly stupid like that. "Mmmm right there..." Jocelyn groaned as teeth sank into the sensitive patch of skin right under her ear, coupled with fingers teasing her needy slit and sensitive breasts through her clothing, and the girl was surprised that she was still standing.

"Only because you asked so nicely." Jocelyn tilted her head to steal a kiss before she forced her body to pull away from the other female, oh, she wanted this reward, and she wanted to collect right fucking now. The other girl had her on edge...it was a little disconcerting actually how quickly the stranger had found all of her sensitive spots. She shivered, her arms prickling with goosebumps now that the warm body was gone, but hopefully it wouldn't be that way for long. "Lay down...this dress is on loan and I'll be skinned alive if I ruin it." It was as good an excuse as any to get the stranger onto her back. Let her feel like she was being chivalrous and helping Jocelyn out...or something like that. Blue eyes glanced around and her ears strained to listen for possible intruders, but all she could hear were a few muffled moans from couples far away and their little strip of land seemed to be well secluded with well manicured bushes and trees. While the other girl got into position, she hiked up her gown so that she could lose her panties which were already drenched in her sweet arousal. With that obstacle out of the way, she moved to get down onto her knees and straddle her companion.

"Hold on...I want to see you." Well not really see her, she'd be leaving the mask on the other woman's face. Jocelyn just wanted to bunch up her gown a bit in one hand so that she could watch the masked woman service her. There was just something so incredibly naughty about having sex with an absolute stranger.

Michelle swallowed hard as she was practically instructed, topped from the position that should have been the bottom. It was a subtle game they were playing, her more obvious attempt at dominance being constantly suppressed by the mysterious woman's charming lead. It was causing her to follow commands, moving her mouth exactly where she was told, continuing her teasing while doing her best to ignore the throbbing and needy heat of her own sex and arousal. It wasn't easy, she was hornier than she had been in a long time, actually having gone some time since her last partner. It made her a bit more eager than she should have been, and she had a feeling the other woman was picking up on it, using her wants, her needs, to tighten the reigns. It was so fucking sexy... Nothing was as attractive as a strong woman, even if it meant she had to deal with the challenge of taming her, and she was confident she would... At first.

That confidence was shaken as she was given an order, barely masked as a favor. That dress was no rental, it was far too nice to be from any of the crappy places that actually did rentals, probably. She didn't have enough willpower to say no though, the urge to taste the beauties sex far more powerful than the little voice telling her to retain her position on top, to keep the pressure on. So instead she nodded, gulping slightly, a tad nervous when it came to putting herself in the vulnerable position. Once again, anonymity was her friend, and made a wonderful night possible despite her daily persona. "Gladly" she finally spoke aloud, solidifying her agreement and hastily getting on to her back, panties soaked with her of sweet arousal as she looked up, watching the goddess she was with remove her panties and begin to straddle her. She inhaled sharply as the smell of sex intensified, cheeks burning, flushed with desire, entire body tingling with excitement. It was unbearable.

"Of course." She practically breathed the words as she began taking long deep breaths, moments away from panting and whining, the scent and closeness driving her wild. So when her companion finally got herself ready it was all she could do to hold back and approach it with the skill and grace she felt required... Even if she really just wanted to pull the stranger's body down atop her face and bury her long tongue inside the hot, wet slit. She didn't though and leaned up, taking long, leisurely licks, moaning and savoring each taste of the delectable juices. "Oh god... You taste incredible." She murmured, instantly realizing she was in trouble. What she had allowed to happen was so much worse than she had intended, the scent and taste driving her away from her plan of control, and more towards getting taste after taste, letting her long tongue slide further and further inside the gorgeous creature with each lick, and hands reaching up to grab at the stranger's hips, so very tempted to pull her down and bury her face in the woman's sex.

"Mmmm..." The young girl let out a long, relieved sigh as a soft tongue slowly glided up through her soaking wet folds, flicked at the sensitive bud of her clit, and then came back down to repeat the process all over again. It was nice, the leisurely movements would have been relaxing had the young girl not wanted so much more. Usually she could stand to draw out the foreplay, but for whatever reason this stranger had her ready to be taken hard and fast. Or perhaps it was the fear of being caught that made her want it that way, the less time they took, the less likely they would be found out, not like it mattered, though, they were both wearing masks.

In order to spur her partner on a bit more, Jocelyn bit two of the tips of her glove and tugged, unsheathing her free hand so that she could reach behind herself and actually be able to get her bearings without looking. Down a pair of lovely breasts, over a flat stomach, and directly between two muscular thighs her hand went, fingers working in time to the rocking of her own hips as she ground her pussy into her lover's face. Even though the other girl was still dressed, the young Alpha could still smell her mouthwatering arousal through all of her clothes as she rubbed and massaged her covered sex. "Ohhhhh fuck...that feels so good..." Jocelyn moaned as a hot velvety tongue prodded her entrance, a little bit of penetration a nice change up from all those leisurely licks and her lover was rewarded with another batch of Jocelyn's sweet arousal..

"Oh god!" Jocelyn suddenly gasped, the girl nearly falling over as the stranger's tongue actually managed to delve so deep into her hot slit that she reached the sensitive bundle of nerves on her front wall. The intense spike of pleasure unleashed part of her wolf, the part that wanted to fully dominate a partner. The Alpha leaned forward, neglecting the other girl's needy pussy so that she could grab a fistful of hair and properly ride, hips jogging eagerly into that talented tongue as her head tilted back to let out another long moan... unfortunately when her head came forward again so that she could look down and watch the other girl lick her to orgasm, she noticed that the mask had been knocked askew and that stranger wasn't such a stranger anymore.

"Michelle?!" Jocelyn's eyes went wide with horror and the distaste she had for the other girl actually made her jolt backwards, away from an amazing mouth. Of course her body screamed at her the second that tongue was no longer in her pussy. Fuck, she had been so close...but how could she possibly continue knowing that the girl that had harassed her ever since they were children was the one who was exploring such a private part of her body.

Nothing made caution disappear faster than the belief that no matter what happened it would all end with the night. That once they parted ways, no matter how the night went, they would never know who the other was. It was what allowed her to moan up into the stranger's soaking sex, completely submitting as the woman began riding her face, her inaction to stop it saying more than anything else could. Usually a dominant wolf would stop such an act, reclaim the control position. Instead Michelle was moaning and making lewd noises as she tried to lap up every drop of arousal she could manage with her long, flexible tongue. She felt vulnerable, her chest, toned stomach, and soaking slit all being explored, and it made it clear she was under the woman's spell. Her body jolted and responded with delight at each touch, deep, muffled moans escaping in unison as she delved in to the sweet nectar being offered, the entire time unable to focus on anything but her companion. She wouldn't have noticed if someone had started watching... She was too far gone.

Her name was the only exception. The moment she heard the startled voice utter her name she stopped, watching as the gorgeous stranger jumped back, her heart beat shooting through the roof as panic took her. Who could it be? How did they know her name... Fuck! She quickly reached up and snatched the strangers mask away... Nothing could have prepared her for what was underneath... Jocelyn. Her face went white as a sheet and her entire body stiffened, a deep sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach making her feel sick. The goddess, the woman she had been absolutely enthralled by... Was Jocelyn. She was attractive, Michelle wasn't quite petty enough to be blind, but her looks hadn't been the only part Michelle had found appealing... But just it being her was the worst part. She had... She had submitted to Jocelyn... The girl she tormented, the main girl she bullied and fought with, the one person it was unacceptable to give herself too, and there she was, face covered with juices, panties soaked with her own, and an gnawing desire to continue doing exactly what she was doing... To have Jocelyn sit right back down, grab her hair, and ride. The urge was horrifying.

"N-No... It can't be you... Jocelyn... No, no no..." She muttered, tempted to scramble away but in no position to make any sort of escape, even with the other wolf having jumped back. The only thing that could have made it worse then happened, her wolf's influence made the most desperate and humiliating sound push to the front of her mind... She started whining as she looked up, the absolute horror and sick feeling in her stomach betrayed by the whine of a bitch in need. "No... Wait..." She stumbled on her words, the silver tongue so apt to bring her to the situation was not doing well with getting her out, and as the surprise began to subside she reached up, not exactly sure what she planned on doing but knowing well enough not to remain on her back whimpering with need before the one woman among all others she should be careful around. No doubt Jocelyn had a plethora of past experiences to draw on as reasons to make Michelle's life a living hell, and she would prefer to no longer be in the vulnerable position. "Get off me." She said, much weaker than intended, a battle over what she really wanted raging. Did she want the gorgeous woman despite who it turned out to be, or...

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Well that was a dumb question, Jocelyn had put Michelle there on her back and between her legs only moments ago. She was just surprised to see the other teen here. After all, weren't these sorts of events too cool for Michelle to attend? Didn't she have some dumb big bitch convention to go to or something? And how the fuck had she gotten tricked into letting the other girl get her out of her panties anyways?! Not tricked... no, not tricked, she supposed not. Michelle seemed just as, if not more, horrified about the position she was in that Jocelyn was once the mask came off. So that meant sometimes, on very rare occasions, Michelle could actually be a charming person that Jocelyn didn't want to just slap across the face at first sight...who knew.

"Yeah...well...surprise, it's me." Ugh...why did she feel so dirty all of a sudden? She made a move to get up and put some much needed space between the two of them, but a soft sound had her stopping in her tracks. That whine...as horrified as she was about all of this, that whine resonated with something deep inside of Jocelyn. Her little bitch -needed- her, and as disturbed as she should be that she was considering Michelle as anything other than her enemy, she couldn't deny the fact that that sound was probably the sexiest noise that the other girl had made all night.

It would be stupid to just leave in the middle of this, wouldn't it? She now wreaked of Michelle and wore the other girl's bites, no new conquest at the party was going to touch her. And she had been so close to her orgasm...so close to an amazing one that she wouldn't be able to mimic nearly as well with her own hand. As much as it pained her to admit it, she actually did want to just keep riding the girl under her, even if it was that bitch Michelle. Besides, it wasn't like this could possibly get anymore embarrassing than it already was. "Really? That's what you want?" Jocelyn knelt back up again and inched forward, draping her tempting pink pussy just inches from Michelle's mouth. "You don't want to finish what you've started? Rather me have to do it myself?" Jocelyn was nervous about her current plan to goad Michelle into getting back to work. She knew the other girl hated feeling inadequate and so decided that actually pleasuring herself in front of the other Alpha, thereby denying her the bragging rights of having made Jocelyn Marrok cum, would get her tongue buried back into her needy sex. So she spread her soaking folds, easily finding the swollen nub of her clit to rub in slow circles and tease Michelle with.

Michelle had never felt more uncomfortable in her life, she was not only horrified but suddenly in the worst position possible to make any sort of assertion. For once she was at a loss for words. What her mouth couldn't get across her mind was frantically racing through however, and most of all she was being betrayed by it. Her inner desires, those primal urges, were so much stronger than her fear or hate... Thoughts of Jocelyn still being that gorgeous woman... How amazing she tasted... How much she wanted to hear her cum. Why was her wolf being a little bitch when she needed to get out of the situation! Fuck! The cognitive dissonance between her truer desires and the hatred and anger she constantly spewed at Jocelyn was massive, but her lust had been winning before, and the moment Jocelyn began rubbing her dripping sex and teasing Michelle, it was over. There was nothing she could do, Jocelyn was still gorgeous, she was still horny, and something about being on her back was really turning her on. There was also the fact that she was being smothered in juices and Jocelyn's scent... A scent she should have recognized before then.

"I..." She just looked up, almost pained as she watched fingers play at the gorgeous pussy, mouth watering and hands gripping the earth, ruining her gloves along with the rest of her clothing. Where she couldn't find words another whine echoed out, and a shocked look followed it on her face, eyes looking up at Jocelyn with an almost pleading look... Whether she was pleading to be ridden again or for the other woman to somehow forget all of this and just leave she didn't know, but when she leaned forward and gave a long, slow lick it was all over anyways. "I want to finish..." She mumbled, color touching her burning cheeks as an upset look appeared on her face, the acknowledgment that she was betraying herself. She was throwing aside a lot of her power for what? Shit... She just didn't care. She didn't give two fucks about the consequences at that moment, only considering what she wanted and how she was going to get it.

With her needs winning out completely, and silencing the inner annoyance begging her to throw the other woman off and take a shot at her, she turned her eyes back up, looking into Jocelyn's gorgeous blue one's. "Please..." Desire could be such a mother fucker. Michelle leaned up, pushing Jocelyn's hands away with her nose before starting to lick and suckle, focusing on exactly what she wanted, those delicious juices, and Jocelyn's hot slit pressed to her face. It made her shiver in delight, her inner slut thrilled to be back in between the other woman's legs... A little to thrilled. The worst part was, that when Jocelyn was finished, she was still on top... And Michelle was still going to be unbearably horny.

Jocelyn was getting an obscene amount of pleasure watching Michelle squirm. Knowing that the other girl was struggling with this way more than she was helped put her mind at ease. It cemented the fact that she was the one in the position of power, even though she was a little nervous to be here, in the open, kneeling over her enemy with her legs spread wide and her fingers shamelessly rubbing circles over the swollen button of her clit. At least if they were caught, Jocelyn would just look like a cruel mistress teasing her pet with a treat that she so heavily desired that it actually made her whine like a little bitch in heat. So why not latch onto that fantasy? Wasn't what had brought them together the anonymity? The fact that this wasn't real? Perhaps she should just pretend that Michelle was indeed her obedient pet and not the girl who she wanted to pound into oblivion every time she passed her in the hallways at school. "What was that?" Jocelyn grinned triumphantly, fingers stopping their circular motion when she heard Michelle mumble the words that she had so desperately hoping for. When a 'please' was uttered, she couldn't find herself to be mean and draw this out any longer. She may dislike Michelle, maybe even hate her, but Jocelyn wasn't a cruel person. She let her hands be nosed away, not stopping the other girl as she leaned up to lick and suckle at her hot slit.

She lowered her hips, letting Michelle go back into a more comfortable position rather than having to strain her neck to reach. "Mmmm...fuck..." The young wolf groaned as the other girl's tongue and chin pressed more firmly against her. "You are so much more tolerable when you are muzzled." She couldn't help but take the little pot shot at Michelle, after all, she had to listen to the other girl run her mouth all the damn time when they were at school. Before her lover could shoot back with a snide little comment, Jocelyn grabbed her by the hair and ground her hips a little more forcefully downwards, not even giving Michelle the opportunity to speak as she rode the other girl's face. "Come on Michelle, so me how much you love licking my pussy and being my little bitch."

Michelle could practically see the perverse pleasure Jocelyn was getting from being atop her, the change in their usual dynamic so severe it was frightening. Really though... If it wasn't Jocelyn, if she didn't loathe the girl atop her, it would have been an amazing night. Jocelyn was gorgeous, strong, intelligent... Impressive. It was sickening to think those things about the girl she hated, but take that away and she was fucking perfect. So in a measly attempt to separate herself from the cruel reality, and continue to enjoy herself, because her weak will had already come to the conclusion that she wanted Jocelyn, Michelle shoved her hatred back, trying to focus on every other attractive feature and shut out the glaring anger and foulness bubbling beneath the surface. It was supposed to be a night of anonymity anyways... What they did wasn't going to become common knowledge, she could just enjoy herself, do what she really wanted to do, and then forget about it when it was over. Rationalization was lovely.

The only problem with that was that despite how incredibly sexy Jocelyn was, moaning on top of her, it was still Jocelyn, and there was no way to keep their history together so separate. Muzzle! Her mind screamed, the young alpha tempted to remove her tongue and snap back, but being utterly silenced as her hair was grabbed and face ground by Jocelyn's incredible sex, the scent, juices, and act of being submissive all making the alpha melt and her anger was becoming so very difficult to cling to. Even as she was called a little bitch... Jocelyn's little bitch... She couldn't resist. She was being drowned in her enemies scent, and all the desire and need deep in Michelle's core beat out any trace of resistance. It was only moments later that she started to lap up every drop of Jocelyn's juices, desperately attempting to get every bit should could, doing exactly what Jocelyn had just demanded of her.

"Ohhhhh...fuck...good girl..." Jocelyn panted out the words between moans, too wrapped up in pleasure to realize that she was so soaking wet that a bit of her arousal was actually getting on her mother's dress that she had been trying to hard to not ruin tonight. "Keep going. That's my good cum hungry bitch." The word 'my' fell so easily from her lips...but she supposed it was only natural because the way she usually thought of Michelle was in the context of 'my enemy'. But it was different now...almost affectionate in its possessiveness. She tried not to think about that, or how charmed she had been by the other girl, or how gorgeous she was out of those tomboy clothes and how sexy her tattoos were...and...fuck...the physical attraction was there, she couldn't deny it. If only she could constantly have Michelle muzzled, then they might actually be able to stand one another for this to happen again. But tonight was a one night thing, she was sure of it, and as such she was going to make the most of it. So her hips jogged faster, another breathless moan leaving her as she managed to get Michelle's nose nudging her clit with each buck forward.

"Come on, get that tongue inside of me." She was close, unbearably close. And so the moment Michelle stopped fucking around and did as she was told, thrusting her long tongue deep inside of Jocelyn's aching hole, the young girl came undone, so addled by pleasure that she didn't have the sense to keep from crying out.

"Hey! What's going on out there?!"

Of course, of course there was a fucking chaperone nearby that had heard Jocelyn scream. There were a few of them milling about, mostly to keep young ladies safe from young men that didn't understand the word 'no'. And they were supposed to keep the wolves that were under 21 from drinking and doing something stupid...like having sex in public. Jocelyn saw the flashlight coming their way and immediately shot up. The temptation to leave Michelle here to scramble around was there, but she couldn't abandon another wolf...stupid pack mentality. She grabbed the other girl, adrenaline pumping through her veins and giving her human form more than enough strength and sobriety to pull her up, take her by the hand, and start running for their lives and reputations.

Good girl... My good cum hungry bitch... Both of those statements should have infuriated Michelle, and still did in a way, but what she felt more than anything was an intense sense of arousal. What should have made her feel disgusted was instead making her warm and needy. It was all Jocelyn's fault! She was fucking gorgeous... It was annoying how beautiful the girl really was. It wasn't like she hadn't thought so before, even when she tormented her she had noticed the physical attraction, but there was too much hatred and built-in family grudge to do anything more than acknowledge it. For a single night... Well she could do a single night. Indulge the side of her she hid, allow animal instinct to trump personal differences, and apparently to submit, which was so much more delightful than she would ever admit. She would never do it again, power was too important in the wolf world, but by this point she was so fucked already that continuing on and giving in felt menial.

What wouldn't be so menial was someone else finding out, and the sound of a chaperone had her stiff and immediately freaking out. What should have been incredible, Jocelyn's sexy screams, was ruined by the impending doom of someone walking up and seeing her being completely subdued by her enemy. She would be done for, rumors spreading and her own hypocrisy destroying everything. Jocelyn pulled her up before she could think of a plan of her own, and as surprising as it was to be helped out after all that she didn't complain, letting the other wolf drag her away, running with her through the garden and to a completely different side of the mansion... A dark, abandoned side that must have been blocked off to keep the party contained. Michelle didn't give a damn about that when the other direction meant discovery, she refused to let that happen, and so she made a quick decision to pull Jocelyn to stop her from running and reach up and start checking windows. Thank god not all of the numerous windows were locked, and she quickly pulled herself up in to one.

It was in that moment she could have screwed Jocelyn over, not letting her up or just running off... Yet not even for a second did she think about that, quickly reaching down and grabbing the other wolf's hand, dragging her up and shutting the window behind them, ducking down as soon as she was in. Michelle was panting at that point, having been nearly out of breath from having her face ridden, panicked, and running. It was not a great cardio combination. What she had failed to notice was the fact that her right glove had managed to get ripped and she had a small bit of blood soaking through. "Guh..." She took a few deep breaths, "Why the hell did this have to happen..." She managed to mutter, not exactly sure if she meant hooking up with Jocelyn or being stopped by an intruder when she wanted so much more. Perhaps both were true, because while she still felt uneasy when she turned and saw the woman she tormented on a near daily basis, there was also the attraction and arousal that had been building all night.

Jocelyn ran as fast as she possibly could in heels, which was unfortunately a lot less rapid as she would have liked. Their head start was rapidly running out as the two of them were handicapped by a poor choice in footwear. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! We’re going to get caught. Moms are going to kill me!! Guh, she didn’t want to listen to one of Mara’s speeches about why acting like a slut was a bad thing, or be scolded by Arlann for not being smart enough to avoid getting caught in the first place. And right before Parekura…what if they didn’t let her compete? Or worse…didn’t let her go on the trip at all?!

“What’re you doing?!” Jocelyn hissed in panic as Michelle forced her to stop and started looking for open windows. The footsteps were getting louder and the flashlight was getting brighter, they didn’t have time for this shit! Thankfully the other girl found an open window before Jocelyn had a heart attack, then helped the other girl by pulling her up and through the window. They both ducked down, Jocelyn holding her breath as the sounds of an older wolf came near their hiding spot and then sprinted away.

“Hey, you’re the one that hit on me.” The young Alpha frowned. This whole mess was Michelle’s fault! “If you hadn’t- fuck…you’re bleeding, here, let me see.” Right before she could properly chew out the other girl, the coppery scent of blood hit her nostrils and she looked down, noticing that Michelle’s white glove was now stained with blood. Before the girl could stop her, she was peeling off the fabric and examining the wound. “Just a scrape…” Of course while she was looking over the cut and gently dabbing it with the already ruined glove to help clean it up before applying pressure, she noticed the faded scars that were all over Michelle’s wrists. She knew what they were, Jocelyn wasn’t stupid. What the hell are you supposed to say when you see those things anyways? “Shouldn’ do that shit you know…”

It was slightly unbelievable that she had saved Jocelyn when it had been a perfect chance to stick it to her, which was what habit told her to do. She was still stuck in that strange place where Jocelyn was less enemy and more, gorgeous woman she had hit on and submitted to... Not that that would change but she was still on a pleasure high and quite needy. Plus... Well she owed her for not running off and leaving her from the start. Such a convenient rationalization. Jocelyn had one of her own though and Michelle looked over at her with a sigh when she mentioned who hit on who. It was true... Jocelyn, the woman she made such a big show of despising, was apparently her ideal woman, which was a horrible realization. The other girl was absolutely breathtaking, charming, talented. Under different life circumstances they may have become more after such an incredible night. Things were how they were though and nothing was going to change reality, which was how Michelle was so sure that this would be the only time they ever spent even remotely friendly... And as horrible as it was, it was because Michelle would make sure that was the case.

Some things just weren't allowed to change. There were others she just wish wouldn't, like the girl she knew would be her enemy the next day pulling off her glove while she wasn't paying attention. "Wait!" She gasped, trying to reach down and stop Jocelyn but not making it in time... Her glove was off... The scars, including the fresh on, were revealed, and her stomach turned to knots. Nobody was supposed to see that, nobody. Her friends didn't know, her family sure as hell didn't know and wouldn't care unless it interfered with the social image, and least of all Jocelyn didn't need to know. Yet she didn't pull her arm away, the damage was done and she was bleeding, and she really did hate the smell of blood. All she could do was turn head away and look anywhere else. She didn't really know what to say, and didn't much want to say anything, but couldn't stop a little "What do you care..." From being uttered from her mouth, though she more wanted to tell her to mind her own business. Being defensive was about all she could do as Jocelyn got another piece of ammo to turn her from popular scholar-athlete to school cutter.

No, there was one other thing she could do. After the blood was cleaned off she turned and looked back at Jocelyn, leaning over and slowly pushing her on to the floor. They were in a bedroom, she could have moved her to the bed, but not yet. "Since we both know what this is... How about we ignore what you just saw and continue what was coming next before we got interrupted so rudely." She didn't waste any time, leaning down and capturing Jocelyn's lips, not even realizing she had basically just asked the other girl to continue dominating her... But she probably wouldn't have stopped even if she realized. For the night, she was going to stay trapped in Jocelyn's spell. Why the hell not.

"I don't. It's still just stupid is all." Usually an eloquent speaker, all words left her when she had to talk to someone like Michelle about something like this. It really was dumb, they were wolves for fuck's sake, it wasn't like one of their kind could bleed to death from a wound like that. If Michelle really wanted to kill herself, she'd really have to commit with a knife through the heart; but Jocelyn just figured that she would be too much of a sniveling wuss like her father to go through with something like that. And why want to do that to herself anyways? She had friends, if those bitches that she hung out could be considered anything other than a bunch of hyenas, she had family, wealth, good looks, her health; what could possibly be so bad in her life that she needed to cut herself?

"You're going to broker my silence for sex?" Really she was going to be silent about it anyways. Jocelyn could be many things, but a snitch wasn't one of them. It took a surprisingly little amount of contact to get her back in the mood again, as much as she hated to admit it, Michelle was an amazing kisser and the way her toned body felt pressed up against her was absolutely magnificent. Being on the bottom quickly grew annoying though, the ground was hard, cold, and uncomfortable (she had inherited Arlann's taste for comfort rather than Mara's ability to rough it); so she rolled them both over, putting Michelle back into her place and finding a much more comfortable position on top. "Aw...I knew you would want to continue being my bitch." Jocelyn grinned, she hadn't known, not even a little bit, but couldn't resist rubbing Michelle's face in the fact. She kissed the tip of the other girl's nose, doing her best to be as aggravating as possible. "I'm going to leave you without a muzzle for a bit and I don't want to hear anything out of that mouth that isn't begging."

She slid her way down Michelle's body, not wasting any time because she could smell the left over arousal that coated the other girl now that they were in an enclosed space that they had to themselves. Jocelyn hiked up her skirt, blue eyes lighting up as she caught sight of soaked panties and damp thighs. "I guess you really liked having me ride your face, hmm?" She should be nicer, she knew she was making it difficult for Michelle to hold her tongue, but part of her wanted to make the panties that she was sliding off of her lover into a makeshift gag.

Stupid. That was one word for what she did to herself, but that wasn't really the point. Michelle did it because she had a compulsion to, it made her feel better, it helped relieve her stress in a way nothing else could. She didn't expect Jocelyn to understand, but she really did want to shut the girl up about it very quickly. It wasn't hard, they were both attracted to one another so she was confident the kiss would get the other wolf going again... Though there was that tiny part in the back of her head that kept going on another Jocelyn being untrustworthy and that she was already fucked. She ignored that, not liking the idea that once they went back to school she would be fucked. Parekura was around the corner though, at least that was a decent deterrent. Well, that and the fact that Michelle quickly forgot all her other worries as she moaned and melted during their kiss... Jocelyn was so damn skilled it made it impossible for her to get any sort of advantage.

It was only made more difficult as she was put on her back, not resisting in the least as her spot as bitch was hastily reestablished... She was more okay with that than she should have been, but having Jocelyn atop her, pressed against her... It had her so turned on that her fight was directed at resisting the urge to masturbate over actually competing for dominance, which was a fight she had lost before she even knew who it was beneath the mask. "Hah, don't act like I'm the only one wanting this Jocelyn... You want me just as bad as I want you... All it took was a kiss, a kiss from me of all people, to get you nice and horny." It was true, she compartmentalized her strange acceptance of being the bitch as a unique one-time event, but that didn't change the arousal and excitement she felt on her back, completely under Jocelyn's control. She did sigh irritably when her nose was kissed, glaring up at Jocelyn with an expression of, 'I'm not that submissive...' and yet even then, she did nothing.

She kept getting caught in ways that made any resistance or reservation useless though. The look could deny being 'that submissive' all it wanted, but the other wolf didn't take long to find soaked panties and glistening thighs. Michelle had been more than just turned on by Jocelyn, she had been a whimpering... Needy... Bitch. She had loved every second of her enemy sitting atop her face, riding... Smearing those delicious juices all over her. Instead of admitting it with a 'yeah' or just keeping quiet, Michelle over corrected, trying to defend herself by lying but going a bit far with a very unconvincing "Hell no." A lie so obvious that Michelle felt a bit silly even saying it. How could she deny enjoying something with so much evidence to the contrary... Including her whimpering when Jocelyn tried to stop... After she found out who her mystery alpha was. Ugh, it was just too much. Being at war with her own desires and needs was a real bitch, especially when she knew they were going to win in the end anyways.

"Hell no?" Jocelyn scoffed, her blue eyes light and playful, as if she were listening to a small child who had just told her something ridiculous. No woman got as wet as Michelle currently was unless she really liked what was happening to her. "That doesn't sound like the truth...nor does it sound like the begging that you are supposed to be restricted to." And so those dripping wet panties that she had just peeled off of Michelle were now hastily balled up and stuffed into the other girl's mouth. Jocelyn was new to her role as a Domme, she'd seen it in pornos and heard some things when Rani came over...but watching something and doing something were two very different things. So she was careful, not wanting to actually hurt Michelle, she didn't stuff her panties into her mouth nearly as far as she could have. "Much better...I like you best when you do not speak." That was a little bit of a lie, she had liked it when Michelle was sweet and charming, but had a feeling that that was only a character that the other girl played whenever she wanted to get into another girl's pants. No, she knew the real Michelle, the venomous petulant bitch that went to school with her.

To keep Michelle from ripping the piece of fabric out of her mouth, Jocelyn took hold of the other girl's hands as she moved to lay down between her legs. Of course if Michelle really wanted to she could yank her hands away; she was in a better position to do so after all. Physically binding her wasn't really Jocelyn's goal, she only wanted to do things that would fuck with Michelle's mind, perform actions that would make her seem more and more like the Alpha in this situation...like leaning over and biting her roughly on the thigh. "That's for lying earlier." Jocelyn growled, still a little irked that Michelle had tricked her even though she was quite liking her current position between the other girl's legs. Michelle's scent was actually quite pleasant...she'd never really caught it before, it was usually laced with perfume and the scents of the other bitches that hung out in the girl's clique. Jocelyn much preferred this scent and so didn't have any qualms about giving Michelle her first lick, the girl tasted just as good as she smelled.

In a teasing mood, Jocelyn's tongue was slow to get to it's destination. For now she played along a muscular thigh, tongue flicking over the bit of indentation that she had left behind with her teeth. Rather than go up she went down, warm breath ghosting over Michelle's knee, tongue darting out to screw with the underside just to see if the other girl was ticklish. Then back up went, tongue lazily trailing a path upwards to the girl's swollen, dripping apex. Jocelyn didn't have it in her to tease the girl any longer by going down her other leg...poor Michelle had been wet and waiting for so long. Her lips grazed over the puffy outer lips of her pussy before her tongue darted out, giving her clit one experimental lick.

Michelle was so close to a retort when her panties were shoved in her mouth, surprising enough to shut her up, but also very convincing proof that she wanted more of the bottom role she had been put in. There was no denying the soaked undergarment. Damn her... Jocelyn was really destroying her credibility. She had turned the tables on who was dominant, she had seen the scars, she was so damn attractive it was annoying and certainly in more ways than physical, and she had Michelle whimpering through her own panties. She wasn't even trying to take them out, and as her hands were pulled down and situation joked about, she felt more inclined to blush than struggle. It was abnormal. She suddenly felt like that kid at the playground who only bullied someone because they liked them. It wasn't the case but from the outside, if anyone ever found out what she had spent the night doing, that's what it would look like. That was why it had to be a one night ordeal, and that was the reasoning Michelle was using to make it easier to enjoy her perverse cravings.

She indulged in it, the last traces of doubt and confusion washed away, and a deep, needy moan escaping her lips as her thigh received a prominent bite. Which wasn't a big deal until... Fuck! It may not heal until Parekura... And she would be out there... Fighting... Marked. Oh shit... Jocelyn was so dead. Her bites had been light, hard enough to feel but nowhere near hard enough to last more than a day or two, plenty of time before everything started up. Fucking Jocelyn. The first lick snapped her right out of it though, a muffled moan being followed by several whimpers. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted it... And the other alpha wasn't giving it to her. She was being a damn tease. Soft tongue ran down her athletic leg, getting a bit of jump as she found a spot ticklish for Michelle, the wolf trying to glare down at her but getting no eye contact. Not that she didn't like a woman who appreciated her body, there were those who didn't much like athletic physique, even among the wolves and their lust for powerful mates. There were just other desires she had that desperately needed to be met.

Jocelyn didn't torture her for long, though every second was too long for Michelle, her thighs dripping with arousal and eyes closed as she took deep breaths and enjoyed every sensation. Closing her eyes was a rather big deal, it was a level of comfort that didn't quite fit, but she wanted it so damn bad... Wanted to feel it... And she just ended up spreading her legs, gag still in and hands stationary by her side, and offered herself up to Jocelyn. She needed it more than she should have, and she wanted it from the other wolf specifically. This wasn't just desire for pleasure, it was a desire for her enemy, and the whimpers and moans coming through the makeshift gag were evidence of that. One night of bliss... That's what they both had.