A Tragedy Unfolds (Javorcek X ClearSight)

The first lick had been light, Jocelyn had once been with a girl that had an extremely sensitive clit so now she was just careful with all of her partners. But Michelle didn't flinch or back away, she was whimpering but from what Jocelyn could gather the whimpers were from impatience rather than pain. It made her grin, made her feel as though she had won. "Poor little bitch. Really need it, don't you?" She glanced up as she spoke, her lips were so close to dripping wet sex that they brushed against Michelle's folds with every word. Michelle was definitely a sight: chest heaving, dress rucked up around her hips, a pair of scandalous black panties in her mouth as she whimpered and whined. Jocelyn couldn't make her suffer anymore, the girl actually looked a little pitiful with her brow furrowed as though she were concentrating very hard on every scrap of sensation that Jocelyn threw her way. Without any more teasing, she dipped her head back down and took Michelle's clit into her mouth and started suckling on the defenseless nub. Her tongue lashed at the underside while her teeth pressed into the top.

Indulging her desire to embarrass Michelle thoroughly, Jocelyn let go of one of her hands. Now she was free to remove the gag...but the young wolf had the suspicion that she probably wouldn't just because Michelle seemed to be such a kinky slut so far. Now with her own hand free though she could reach down and give the other girl's pussy some much needed attention. Two fingers rammed into Michelle's tight tunnel, immediately curling and searching for that spot that would have the other girl cumming in a matter of seconds. She didn't want her to last or be able to put up a fight, Jocelyn wanted her screaming from an orgasm and she wanted it now. The hollows of her cheeks became a little deeper as she suckled on Michelle's clit harder. Fingers finally found that textured spot, and now once she had it, Jocelyn didn't stop abusing it.

Michelle was quite sensitive, but not so much so that it was anything more than euphoric. Not that it mattered, her kinky slut streak wasn't limited to being on top, a fact that had been becoming clearer and clearer with each additional moment she spent under Jocelyn's thumb. The unfortunate truth was, even if she argued she was a switch, a switch was as bad as a submissive in werewolf culture. Well, perhaps not quite as bad, not when it was a choice, but everything about this was less choice and more Jocelyn taking every ounce of precious control away from the situation. Michelle was so far gone, drowning in the moment, that she didn't budge when her hand was set free, remaining calm and whimpering, not even having a smartass remark to shoot back at Jocelyn after being called a poor little bitch... And as delusional as she might have been, she could have sworn the word 'my' was implied. It wasn't like Jocelyn was acting any other way... The woman seemed so very pleased to have control over a woman she should have hated, her own actions being nearly as damning as Michelle's submission... Nearly.

The gap rapidly widened as Jocelyn began seriously going for it, suddenly powerful lips, strong tongue, and skilled fingers were working in unison to take her, and she couldn't do anything but let it take over. She was moaning, screaming so loud the gag suddenly seemed appropriate, and in her desperate attempt for more she was shoving her tight pussy into Jocelyn's face. Yet as desperate as she was, as an orgasm quickly slammed her senses, as she found herself panting into her own underwear, she didn't make a power play. It was the perfect time. She could have spit out the gag, grabbed Jocelyn's hair, and taken what she wanted, regained some control, but the thought never crossed her mind. She just took it, crying out and covering Jocelyn's face with her juices.

A muffled moan came up from between Michelle's legs as Jocelyn practically drowned in delicious juices. Her lover was beautiful when she orgasmed; all writhing hips and arching back, her face contorted in pleasure as she screamed around the makeshift gag wedged between her soft lips. Jocelyn wanted more, wanted more arousal spilling from Michelle's pussy, wanted her bitch to be so overwhelmed with pleasure that she couldn't even think straight, wanted to be able to forget that she absolutely hated Michelle when she could... The young girl's wolf was competitive, just like her mothers, she wanted to be the best, wanted to ensure that she left a permanent mark on Michelle's mind that no other lover could measure up to. Gold flecks twinkled in her blue eyes but Jocelyn managed to keep from shifting and just kept going, pushing herself even though her wrist burned and her jaw ached. She wasn't satisfied until they were both a mess and Michelle was whimpering, too sensitive to continue any more. Jocelyn didn't let her rest though, devouring Michelle's sex had rekindled her own desires and she quickly crawled up the other girl's muscular body so that she could rip those black lacey panties out of her mouth and ride her tired bitch's face for a little while, just for an orgasm or two to take the edge off and exhaust herself with.

It seemed like a crime to not cuddle after such amazing sex. They had the time, not a lot, but enough for Jocelyn to just lay down next to Michelle, pressed up snuggley into the other girl's body so that she could catch her breath. "Not bad, you make a fine bitch." Jocely grinned and leaned over, purposefully nipping Michelle's earlobe just a little too hard. "Don't fall asleep on me...we still have to go back." That was the part she dreaded...she was actually growing to like this little fantasy world that they had created. It couldn't last forever though, they had to get up and try to not look like they had been fucking for several hours. That part was difficult, considering both of them now had mussed up hair, missing masks, and missing gloves. Plus without a place or the time to wash up, they both wreaked of sex and a little bit of shame. As they walked back, the closer and closer they got to the ballroom, the more and more Michelle pretended like she hadn't been a submissive slut only minutes ago. Jocelyn was much the same way, aware that even though their night together wasn't too bad, their family's hate for one another was.

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"Find a nice lady wolf?" Her friends teased once they were all reunited. It was easy to pick out the smell of sex that clung to Jocelyn.

"None of your business." Jocelyn huffed. She was never one to kiss and tell anyways, so her friends didn't bother pestering her about details. No, her friends were much more creative by this point: they spent the entire car ride back to the penthouse trying to deduce what had happened. It was always tempting to correct them whenever they threw out incorrect details. Tonight they were constructing a story where Jocelyn's lover was a girl home from college, she was blonde, had green eyes, and was taller than her...all because that was statistically the type of lover the Jocelyn took. Usually the young wolf dated blondes that were her age or a bit older, and the little marks all around her neck and shoulders looked like they were angled from a person that was taller than her. Then of course because she was missing a glove they all supposed that she had fingered the other girl to orgasm. "Buncha fucking Sherlocks you are." The wolf grumbled.

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As predicted, their parents had all passed out in various places around the penthouse. That meant that the four girls would all stay in Jocelyn's room tonight, not like she minded, her room was big and there was plenty of space to lay out four sleeping mats. Maybe it was silly that no one took the bed...but this was how they had always slept over ever since they were children. Despite their differences in social standing, especially Sylvia and Sammie's daughter, they all saw eachother as equals.

Michelle was done for. Jocelyn had already caused her to climax so many times, it was to the point that it was almost more pain than pleasure, and she was a whimpering mess, completely defeated by the other wolf. All she could do was look down, eyes begging for even a moment of relief from the constant pleasuring, just a minute to let her body cool down and relax. That was what she got, but not in the way she had expected. Jocelyn did stop abusing her sore slit, but only to swap positions a bit and sit right on Michelle's face again. She could do anything about it... Didn't want to do anything about it. The scent... Taste... The woman. She wanted it all, and she did the only thing that felt appropriate, she began to lick and helped Jocelyn to orgasm, moaning and whining as she took the role of bitch on without a single complain. It really shouldn't have been so thrilling, but it did, and by the time it was all over she was a panting mess, smelling of sex and exhausted. She could have easily gone asleep right there, curled up with Jocelyn... But that wasn't an option. One night, that was all she had, it didn't include cuddling, it was over and she knew it.

Michelle felt more regret than she had anticipated, though being called a fine bitch helped curve the difficulty of staying realistic. "Hey! I'm not falling asleep." She practically whined, some of the charming adorableness buried deep beneath the surface managing to slip out as she finished her whine with a huff. There was no point in hiding from reality, and soon they were walking back towards the ball, Michelle trying her best to wrap a piece of fabric in a decorative fashion around her scars, and cleaning up as best she could... And making a few comments to get their usual dynamic back. She couldn't allow for anything to linger, it was a single night, there was no chance in hell they would ever be more than enemies. It was almost painful to remind her, a shot at her mothers, a little comment how she looked, but really they lacked the usual fire. She would have it back by Parekura, because when they started competing there was no room for anything other than winning... She had no other choices.

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The ride home was the most sickening part of the night. She may have smelt like sex and looked a wreck, but her mother had a similar smell... And a nasty ass male one. It wasn't surprising that she would cheat on her father, but it didn't make the aftermath of the act, and her not attempting to hide it, be any less disgusting. She really hated her mother, and even the traits she inherited from the woman felt like a curse. Not that her father was much better, he was a mentally abusive drunk with an obsession for an entirely different family... But she could remember a time when he had been a real father, kind of caring. Neither of her parents were that anymore. "I hope you had fun tonight Michelle... It is the one night you're allowed to do things without concern for status. Just remember dear, even if it's fun, you must never marry a weakling." Everything her mother said made her want to vomit. The dear, the shot at her own husband, and the concern for status. Okay so she was kind of using the night to avoid a certain status, but it wasn't in the same way her mother suggested, and all she could do was manage a "Yeah..." before turning to look out the window, nails scratching at her scars through the fabric.

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The night's sleep had been horrible but her father had been passed out so a big fight didn't break out, which was nice. It gave Michelle a chance to slip into the shower and clean herself up... And relieve some tension, getting the razor out of the drawer and using it to make things a bit easier... Though for some reason Jocelyn's words popped into her head and made her feel just the slightest bit guilty about it. That didn't stop her though, she did continued with her habit and then went to sleep, knowing she would need some rest if she were to be woken by screams the next morning, which was no so rare an occurrence, and almost guaranteed with the flight to Parekura as an additional stressor.

"How are y-you n-not packed y-yet?!?!" Sammie was scolding an exasperated Mara who had set an alarm for early this morning so that she could finish packing but then had rolled over and hit the 'Dismiss' rather than the 'Snooze' button. Now they were running late and she was frazzled, tearing through the closet that held their gear for Parekura and trying to find her leathers so that she didn't have to walk around naked all day. Not like it would be the worst thing...age had been quite gentle to her. She was a little softer than she had been in her prime, no more hard, defined muscle anymore. But her breasts were still perky, her skin not suffering from many wrinkles, she would surely catch the eye of many males and females at Parekura, some of them probably half her age...but she was supposed that her daughter would die of embarrassment if she just went about naked infront of her friends.

"Because I gave you the weekend off and I'm irresponsible and so is Arlann!" Really Mara didn't know how to take care of herself. She could run an empire but ask her to remember to pick up a present for Jocelyn's birthday or flowers for her and Arlann's anniversary and she just fell apart. Ugh..and dry cleaning...that was why her closet was so expansive, she always forgot to take things to the dry cleaners or do laundry herself, it was just easier to order something new. "Arlann! How many times have I told you that this isn't a storage closet for your potions!"

Jocelyn just giggled, always finding the fact that the powerful Mara Marrok was constantly confounded by her mage mother and have to have her hand held by her beta assistant to be very amusing. Thankfully Mara didn't take much longer to clink past all the bottles and find the sets of leathers that she was looking for so that they could all be on their merry way for their 23 hour flight.

Arlann yawned, feeling more tired than she had when she woke up, watching Mara panic was exhausting. Luckily her stuff was packed, she had the minimal clothing she would need, she had all the toys she wanted to take, which included a various amount of potions and the collars for all their precious subs. Magic was a blessing, customs wouldn't be a hassle with a simple spell. So she was ready and it just left Mara to run around as the rest of them watched, the mage standing up and walking around behind Sammie, who was still her favorite aside from Mara. She loved the other one's as well, Sylvia was charming, Rani sexy as hell, and Spencer... Yum. Sammie was special though and she found herself nibbling on the woman's neck. "See Mara, you have to miss out on the fun when you're irresponsible." She grinned, biting at the same spot she had left a rather deep bite mark the night before. She really did love the fact that she was part of a big werewolf harem. They had all aged very well, her magic and their regenerative abilities keeping them all gorgeous, and they probably always would be even if the effects of aging did appear in more subtle ways. She could probably find some crazy ass potion to do it if not.

She jumped as Rani smacked her ass quite hard, looking back with a grin as the woman looked at her with the look only she seemed to get... That children were watching. Arlann never much cared, they all knew, but she supposed not mentally torturing them was a good idea and so she let Sammie go with a small whine and went to help her mate pack. Yeah... She was still a bit horny even after last night. It was Parekura though, she would be tired of sex before it was over, she was sure of that. "Come on babe, hurry up." She leaned over and kissed Mara on the cheek, ready to get to their flight and to the festivities.

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Just as Michelle had guess her parents started the day off with enough screaming to wake her up, her father sober but still not quite in his right mind as she accused her and spoke about having to maintain their appearances, and her mother just calling him names and making the situation worse. Michelle didn't even bother going down. They would stop eventually, they had to, Michael would never allow himself to be late to Parekura, it would be a disgrace. So she checked her bags, making sure she had everything she needed, including tape to cover her scars during the matches. She also had fun stuff, like a strapon, but most of it was just useful crap, and a bunch of junk to snack on so she didn't have to eat the usual caveman food exclusively. She wasn't really a practical person, opting for personal treats as opposed to more useful things. Not that it mattered, all she had to do was keep her head in the game. She was expecting a lot of excitement, but she had to win, that had been made clear to her all her life. There was no excuse for being defeated even if it was her first year competing.

As yelling downstairs continued she sighed, always irritated that the expectations for her were above what either of her parents ever did. She was also wishing she had some sleep medication, because the flight was going to be horrible, with her father downing a bunch of tiny alcoholic beverages before repeating to her over and over that she had to win, had to beat Jocelyn and maintain their family name and status. He was probably going to bring up the same shit he had a couple of weeks ago too, about her needing to impress other families at Parekura, how getting an engagement was as important as defeating the competition. Too bad she didn't want any of that, except for the win. She was a competitive person after all.

“I’ll give you ‘hurry up’…” Mara grumbled, the gears in her head already turning as she formulated a plan to go as slowly as possible the next time she was between Arlann’s legs. There should be a few opportunities to at Parekura, Jocelyn was supposed to be signed up for only the melee weapons and human hand to hand events so their entire day wasn’t going to be booked with cheering on their daughter. And all of their friends were properly bonded to their mates and would no doubt want some time to themselves; at least on the first night to ensure that they had time to mark their partner anyways. As Arlann came along to kiss her cheek, Mara couldn’t resist giving her rear a firm swat and a look that said ‘This is going to be mine tonight.’

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Jocelyn had been going to Parekura ever since she was thirteen but this year would be the first year that she was allowed to compete. It was somehow exciting and quite terrifying at the same time. Her mothers had prepared her well; Mara had had her fencing with an instructor and herself since before she could even remember and Arlann had been trying to get her to hone her magic for a long time. The magic stuff was exhausting though…her mother could easily bring down full grown wolves with her gravity magic, but Jocelyn struggled to take down just one and all the concentrating gave her a headache. She was pretty good at potions though, it was like chemistry only it actually made sense….unfortunately she had only been taught how to create a few healing potions, nothing actually useful like the one that made the user’s strap on come to life.

Most of her plane ride was spent daydreaming about what it would be like to use that potion…it was definitely a recurring fantasy of hers. Usually she would just think about fucking one of her exs or a girl she had a crush on at school but much to her horror, Michelle kept interrupting her fantasies with her dumb gorgeous face and her dumb sweet moans and her dumb delicious pussy…. UGH! Why, why why why why why did she have to sleep with her enemy and have almost as poor self control as either of her mothers?! She had plenty of responsible female role models such as Sammie, Spencer, and Rani…so why the fuck had she grown up to have such a huge disregard for her consequences like her mothers?!

That disregard didn’t stop with just her fantasies that involved her enemy. Mara had specifically told her not to sign up for Unleashed, had ‘forbidden’ it if she wanted to get technical. But hell…she had made that threat to Michelle in the hallway, she didn’t want to chicken out now. So while her mothers went to work setting up their tent and then promptly began to fool around once the work was done, Jocelyn set up her own tent and then snuck away to go sign up for her events.

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For the past few weeks Caitlyn had been an emotional mess. She’d done a fairly good job of keeping it to herself, not wanting to upset her mothers who were still heartbroken over Chris’ choice to leave them. It wasn’t like she could tell them what was the source of her inner turmoil anyways. She didn’t want her mothers to think of her as some damaged thing and didn’t want them to hate Chris. So to keep her mind off of everything that had happened between her and her older sister, as well as the sadness she too felt knowing that Chris would not be around anymore, Caitlyn had been taking her training much more seriously. She was short, not very strong, and didn’t know how to fight so all of the competitions that involved violence were out. But she had been running more often and climbing anything and everything she could so that she could compete in one of the new events: the obstacle course.

Unfortunately there was little to distract her on the plane ride to New Zealand. All she could do was think about Chris…

"Hah! No fucking way." Michelle's voice was always easy to pick out of a crowd when she was being a bitch, it was less smooth and sultry and more high and overcompensating, as if she needed everyone to hear her, which she did. She walked over to Jocelyn, grinning, and smirked. "And here I thought you would bitch out. After all, we both know I'm going to beat you ass if you get in the ring with me." Truthfully the alpha hadn't been able to stop thinking about Jocelyn, it had been annoying but true. She was constantly remembering that night, how incredible it felt, how she had enjoyed the treatment... How beautiful the other woman was. Even right then she was admiring her, despite her words, as well as her intentions, were meant to shame and irritate the woman. "That eager to let everyone know who's stronger?" She asked rhetorically, her friends giggling and whispering to one another... All except one, who was taller than the others and absolutely gorgeous, but seemed less than interested in what was happening, and actually glared when one of the girls tried to rope her in to the whispering bullshit.

Michelle had already signed up for her events. She would be competing in both the unleashed and human events, having no taste for weapons even though her father had tried to insist she participate in all three. She simply reminded him a negative performance would be more harmful than no performance at all, her arrogance making her confident she would win in the other two, or at least place high enough for it not to matter. That included beating her rival, and she couldn't help but lean in really close and whisper in Jocelyn's ear. "I'm going to crush you... Maybe then you'll realize where your place is." As much talk as Michelle could be, this wasn't the time she was blowing smoke. Her combat skills were impressive and she was a remarkable athlete, her physical condition being impeccable. Her emotional stability... Not so much, and even as she pulled away from Michelle she was adjusting her wristband, her habit to put pressure and friction on her scars to soothe herself rearing its head. Most people didn't pay any mind to it, not even Michelle, but then again, most people didn't know what was beneath the fabric.

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Chris had spent the last bit of time at home in hell. She kept herself locked away, distanced herself from her parents... Avoided Caitlyn, which wasn't hard with the girl wanting nothing to do with her. Even at school she was a different person. She had neglected her work and her grades were suffering, assignments never being turned in and a general attitude problem that kept getting her sent home. It was back to her rebellious stage, but even worse. Even her training was being ignored, and while Caitlyn kept herself busy, Chris stayed at home and let the sinking depression take over. She constantly felt tired, sad, angry. She cried most nights and her panic attacks had become a near daily occurrence. She felt trapped by two unwanted decisions... To go back on her word and passively torture the one person she truly loved, or leave and be miserable... Neither sounded good... Without Caitlyn her life was worthless. As long as she kept her schedule full during Parekura it would be fine though... She just had to endure... It was almost over.

Alice had gone off with Jocelyn to keep her company while she signed up for her matches…well was more like forced to because she wasn’t allowed to be anywhere by herself because she was a beta like her mother. So it was either pair off with her Alpha friend or go be in the awkward triangle that was her sister and their other friend. Her sister Lucy was busy scoping out the rings with Rani and Spencer’s daughter Julie…really they were probably in the woods fucking like bunnies now that they had some time to themselves. After Jocelyn had just finished signing her name to the list, her ears picked up the nails on the nails on a chalkboard sound that was Michelle’s voice, she sidled on closer to the Alpha, instinctively seeking protection from the stronger girl.

Jocelyn was always amazed by Alice because the girl’s outward appearance didn’t match her beta personality at all. She was nervous, shy, and probably the sweetest and most thoughtful person that Jocelyn had ever met because she wasn’t driven by an Alpha’s competitive nature. But she looked like her mother, Sylvia, built powerfully and with a lovely pair of green eyes that had even Jocelyn wanting to pounce on her childhood friend sometimes. So as Michelle got closer, Jocelyn bristled all the more, seeing anyone that got near her beta friend as a threat. “My place is going to be ontop of you, pinning you so that you can be conscious of how badly you’ve lost.” The young wolf hissed. Oh, she wasn’t going to go for a knock out, no fucking way, she wanted Michelle absolutely mortified by the end of today.

“Come on Jocelyn…let’s go.” Alice laced her arm into her friend’s and gave her a light tug. She didn’t doubt for a moment that if they got into a fight right here, Michelle’s gaggle of friends would jump to her side and then they would be outnumbered. Not like Alice would be much help in a fight anyways....she couldn’t shift on command like an Alpha and while her mothers had insisted on taking self defense classes she really didn’t like to hurt anyone if she could help it.

Syri really hated hanging out with Michelle sometimes. She really liked the athletic, competitive, charming side of her childhood friend, but the public appearance bullshit and her group of hyenas pissed Syri off. It was mainly because they weren't the type to hesitate on stabbing someone in the back or talking about them the second the were out of earshot, gossiping little cunts. Michelle was barely any better when she was with them, constantly berating people, acting like she was someone important, and now picking a fight with fucking Jocelyn Marrok. Her parents worked for her parents, it made it awkward, and she really didn't like the over the top insults in general. Hell, competitive gab aside it was being made too personal and she would rather turn her nose at it like some snooty bitch than get involved, which earned her little looks from the group of alphas always following Michelle around like pitiful little betas, hiding behind her and group superiority to cover their own weakness. It was a classic example of the leader being the only one worth a damn.

She didn't exactly stay on that train of thought for long, her eyes quickly switched to the adorable little thing behind Jocelyn, her eyebrow raising and looking at the gorgeous creature. Holy shit. Maybe not quite love at first sight but the meekness, the beauty, how she ignored the stupidity everyone else was jumping into. Amazing. She was half a second from trying the awkward introduction she wanted, but was stopped when Jocelyn retorted and she knew Michelle was about to go off. When she didn't... It was strange. A simple. "We'll see about that, just don't go crying to your mommies when I beat you down in front of everyone." She grinned, though it was quickly wiped off her face by the last fucking thing she expected, jealousy. Michelle had always felt a lot of things towards Jocelyn... Attraction was new... Jealousy was unacceptable. They were not an item! She did not want her again! It was bullshit. She wanted to run but had to keep up appearances, gritting her teeth and just watching at they walked away. Guh.

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It wasn't until later that Michelle was finally alone, but she couldn't get that gnawing feeling of jealousy out of her head. It was eating at her, taunting her. She wasn't supposed to be jealous of anyone, not about Jocelyn... Definitely not about Jocelyn. The other alpha was just a fling, a single night together that had really been horribly upside down for Michelle. She had been submissive, her most damning secret had been found out, and it was with her damn enemy. There was no changing what they were, it was impossible. Yet... She found herself going over to where Jocelyn was staying and waiting, waiting for her to take a walk, alone. She didn't even know what she was doing, but by the time she had any control it was too late, she was moving up and spinning Jocelyn around, pinning her to the nearest tree. "Did you cheat on that beta girl with me?" She snarled, immediately going aggressive, though she asked the question like she was more in disbelief than jealous, like it was about Alice and not herself. Not that it was entirely out of character, she despised unfaithfulness.

"You shouldn't get into it with them Jocey...you're strong but you can't beat them all." Alice was keeping her voice low, not wanting the others to hear because she knew how important it was for an Alpha to save face when they were backing down from an altercation. That's why she had pulled Jocelyn away, knowing the higher ranking wolf needed an excuse in order to leave, especially out here with everyone's wild side putting them on edge.

"Yeah, well, whatever." The young wolf growled. She knew that Alice was right, just didn't want to admit it. Running into Michelle had really pissed her off. Ugh...she couldn't believe that she had actually slept with that cunt and had been fantasizing about her for the nearly day long plane ride. "Thanks for breaking things up back there..." Jocelyn muttered after a little while.

Alice brightened up and gave her friend a playful nudge. "I figure I have to keep you alive. If you get maimed then I'll have to spend a whole week with Julie and Lucy...or worse, my moms." The beta had quite a few friends, but most of them were back home.

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Jocelyn wanted to go for late night swim with her friends after dinner but everyone had overeaten at the feast and was now in a food coma. So she decided to take a walk on her own, hoping that by the time she got back everyone would be ready to get off of their asses and go for a dip lake. She loved the water, especially the mana infused ones of New Zealand, they made her feel...calm? Her body was always struggling to draw upon the mana in her surroundings, but when she was in the water she never had to try.

"Gah! What the fuck!?" She snarled and snapped her teeth as someone snuck up behind her, spun her about, and slammed her into a tree so that she could not move. Of course she struggled and thrashed, all the more when she saw that it was Michelle that was the one being the aggressor. "What the?! Alice isn't my- That's none of your- What the fuck do you care anyways?!" Jocelyn bristled. She thought that Michelle wanted to know so that she could fuck with Alice and tease her, and just the thought made the wolf absolutely furious. It was one thing to say shit about her and her mothers, but it was absolutely despicable to do the same to her beta friend that had no way to defend herself. "If you say one rotten thing about my friend, I'll tell all of your stupid buddies how much you love being my little bitch."

Having Jocelyn pinned to a tree was one of those life moments that was absolutely horrifying, the train wreck that was too late to stop and had just ruined any chance of not getting too involved in something she didn't want to be involved in. In this case it was jealousy, and as Michelle was prone to doing she found herself letting anger and rash action precede good judgement. She had basically stalked Jocelyn and was now presenting some bullshit reason for doing so, all the while barely able to keep her eyes from looking at the gorgeous creature she had pinned... Her soft neck, beautiful face... Ugh. It was perhaps the most conflicted she had ever been in her life, trying to simultaneously hate and lust for her enemy at the same time... And her slutty side was making it difficult to keep the two at equal levels, even in her mind.

It was relieving the way Jocelyn reacted, but whether it was because the woman didn't question her motive, or that her and Alice weren't a thing... Well, Michelle didn't even want to think about which one was causing her relief. She just further tried to cover it up, snarling and narrowing her eyes. "I won't say anything about your damn friend... I just don't like cheaters... And hey! Keep your fucking mouth shut about that!" She hissed, the tiniest of blushes touching her cheeks as she let go of Jocelyn and took a step back, huffing and looking at Jocelyn for a moment. "Not like they'd believe you anyways." She smirked, crossing her arms defensively, never denying what Jocelyn said like she should have. Instead she stood there, her usual armband still in place, and she fiddled with it a bit as she tried to figure out the best way to end the awkward run-in she had staged. She kind of wanted to walk away but that would be suspicious... The only thing she could do was talk some shit and bring it all back to their match... Whenever that would be... And make it clear she had nothing else on her mind aside from humiliating her enemy in front of everyone.

“Well I’m not a fucking cheater!” Jocelyn glared at the other girl, looking legitimately offended that anyone would accuse her of such a thing. Yeah, she had fuck buddies sometimes, but never more than one at a time. “And there doesn’t even need to be a basis of fact for people to believe in rumors, dumbass. All I have to do is get it started.” The young Alpha gave a derisive snort because she had always had to deal with the rumor that Mara was not her mother. She knew how damaging words could be, even when they were words that held no truth.

When she was released, she noticed the tinge of pink blossoming on Michelle’s cheeks right before the girl backed off. Whether it was because the other girl was embarrassed that she had been wrong about Jocelyn and had overreacted or if it was because she couldn’t find it in herself to deny that she loved being between Jocelyn’s thighs and bossed around, the wolf didn’t know. Before she could think about it too much though, Michelle was opening her big mouth and pissing Jocelyn off like it was her job.

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“Alright Caitlyn, now its your first year competing, it’s important that you not be upset or discouraged if you don’t place well.” Anna was giving her daughter what was supposed to be a pep talk but was coming off more like a consolation speech.

“Yeah, mom, I know…”

“Sorry sweetheart…guess I’m a little distracted about your sister…” The old wolf sighed, quickly realizing that she wasn’t being a very good cheerleader right now. It was just that Chris’ match would be right after Caitlyn’s foot race…but she didn’t know if they should go to it or not. Chris had been trying her hardest to distance herself from the family and had told them all she didn’t want them to come watch her….it really did break Anna’s heart. But she couldn’t let her sadness for one daughter effect how she treated her other. So she forced a smile and gave Caitlyn a soft kiss to her forehead. “Just go out there and have fun, okay? And don’t let all the pushing and shoving from the other wolves sucker you into a fight. Fighters don’t cross the finish line. You’re agile, you’re fast, and you can do this.”

Caitlyn nodded her head and then went to go take her place at the starting line. She wasn’t the tallest one here, her short stature definitely put her at a disadvantage by causing her a shorter stride. But the girl was agile which was just as important on this dirt course where tree roots and uneven ground equalized size differences. She never fell once during her race, and even though a couple of the larger wolves tried to shove her and put pressure on her to misstep, she didn’t stop and get into a fist fight like a couple of the other competitors did. She didn’t win, but the fact that she hadn’t placed last made her pretty happy…or should have anyways. Achievements felt so hollow when she didn’t have her best friend to share them with.

Chris hadn't slept well at all, and while she was doing her absolute best to distance herself from her family, she couldn't help but watch Caitlyn's race, or as much of it as she could without being late for her first fight... Her first weapon fight. She loved Caitlyn so much, it was truly painful to live how she was, and remembering what she had done was becoming painful as well. The look on her sister's face the next day, the hurt, and the ultimate despair of losing her. It was too much. Chris found herself having to calm after seeing Caitlyn, smiling and being so proud of her but knowing she wouldn't be able to tell her that. She had ruined it... She had ruined everything. Anna was so sad it seemed to hurt the woman to see her, Clara was so disappointed it looked more like anger and had her treating Chris as if she weren't there, and Caitlyn wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. She was losing her second set of parents and the only person she considered a best friend, and the woman she loved, and her sister all at once. It was too much loss.

By the time Chris made it to the arena she seemed like a different person, resigned to her internal decision and stepping in to the ring without any spirit. As she was introduced she did nothing, people cheered but she stayed solemn. Her weapons of choice were simple gauntlets, the perfect weapon for someone who didn't really use weapons. It could block and amplified the damage from her practiced hits. She didn't use it that way though, instead rushing in and ignoring any danger. Her opponent was using daggers, one in each hand, and he seemed skilled. Chris was nothing like her usual self though. Where she would have dodged she didn't, one of the daggers slicing through her arm, leaving a gash but not doing major damage. She had figured out where it would hit and didn't care, she took it and followed up by slamming her fist into the surprised male's face. He went flying, slamming into the ground, but not out. Few fights ended quickly if the other competitor was skilled, and while the male was no physical powerhouse he was in great physical condition and his knife work was spectacular.

"Crazy bitch" He muttered, standing back to his feet and looking at Chris, in disbelief that any fighter would just take a hit in the weapons event. It wasn't enough to stop him though and he ran back in, not to be surprised again. By the end of the fight there was blood all over Chris, most of the cuts shallow, but several deep slices, and one particularly bad stab to her upper shoulder had her looking like hell. Yet she never cried out, never even made a sound, and when medics came to see her she shook them off, grabbing the medical kit for herself and walking off, ignoring the onlookers who were as curious about what they had just seen as the main slowly getting to his feet with the help of the medics. Recklessness didn't even begin to describe it, though whispers quickly went around about it being a pureblood showing off, no doubt healing quickly enough for none of it to matter. They were wrong.

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Watching the first weapons match had been brutal and Michelle had never felt more happy with the fact that she chose not to put her pathetic weaponry skills to the test. She would gladly stick to a hand to hand fight where her skills and physique could be utilized, which was something she would be doing very shortly. Her match was soon, and while she didn't know her opponent yet she kept hoping it was Jocelyn, hoping she would have a chance to put the attraction and jealousy bullshit behind her and actually show what she was capable of. She was tired of people looking at her with doubts. Her friends knew how strong she was, some of her little bitchy gang hung around with her for that very reason, to use Michelle's strength to keep themselves ahead, but most other people assumed she was more like her father. He wasn't pathetically weak, but he was a mess and had been a lesser alpha when it came to combat for a much longer time. Status wise and intelligence wise he was powerful, but his abilities as a fighter weren't anything impressive.

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Somewhere in her life Michelle had become caught up and bought in to the family feud. Somewhere she was aware of what it really stood for, her drunk of a father looking to show the two gorgeous, in love, women that he was better than them, but that truth was buried beneath her upbringing. Michelle had been given the finest upbringing and every opportunity for a reason, and with her mother being a cheating whore, her father still meant a lot to her, even if he was a raging drunk most of the time. So she did her best, held the grudge as her own, and was more than prepared to take Jocelyn out to fulfill what she felt was a duty at that point. Of course that meant dressing the part, her gorgeous body up for display, for once her tattoos out for all to see. Most days she kept them under clothing or wrapped for games, now all that was wrapped was her wrist, and a fresh cut from earlier than morning. There she was, beautiful and standing in the middle of the arena, eyes glued to her and the incredibly figure she displayed. Not that she cared though, Michelle was currently single-minded, and being naked was nothing.

Clara was so upset that Chris didn’t want them to see her match that she was sulking like a child and so Anna had to tend to her. That left Caitlyn with nothing to do but disobey her good sense and sneak over to see what her sister was up to. What she saw made her stomach turn. Her sister was bleeding, a lot. And she was using gauntlets to fight people holding sharp metal objects! Was she insane?! She couldn’t actually expect to win this event, especially when she would no doubt fight people with swords and clubs who would have a much longer range than she would have.

She wanted to run out there, break up the fight when she saw the dagger sink into her sister’s skin. But she knew she couldn’t…it would shame Chris if she just had people running out onto the field.

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Jocelyn spent her morning watching her friend Lucy compete in the Unleashed event. It was almost comical to watch: a small lesser Alpha with only ears and tail showing fighting a mammoth werewolf that looked positively confused as to what to do with the cute little thing snarling at him.

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An hour later and it was Jocelyn’s turn to be fighting in the human form match. It was her first competition ever so all of her family and friends were there to cheer her on…she could tell because they were positively the loudest and most embarrassing people in the crowd. “THAT’S MY KID! WOOO!! JOCEY!” She could hear her mother shout excitedly and wanted to melt into the dirt and disappear. Guh…Mara’s level of proud was mortifying. But she supposed it was good, win or lose, her mother didn’t care, she was just showing that she stood behind Jocelyn no matter what by giving her her endorsement without a punch even being thrown. So the wolf blushed and gave a little wave towards the shouting.

She had to be good… Jocelyn Wagner, her great grandmother who was her namesake, had been a Parekura champion back when the events had been segregated by gender. So had her grandmother, her mothers…and now she had to continue on the tradition of champion. She knew that her mothers would love her no matter what…but she had seen that ‘you –need- to win’ look in Mara’s eyes when the competitive wolf had told her the family history.

Michelle could try to fuck with her all she wanted, getting all naked and sexy and…fuck… Jocelyn actually had to shake her head to keep the fantasies from taking over. While her opponent was naked, Jocelyn herself was a bit more modest, not wanting to be bared for the crowd. Sure her leathers would probably be torn off in the scuffling but she didn’t care, more work for Michelle.

"Begin!" The second it was cried out Michelle was gone, showing incredible speed as she pushed off from her starting point and close the gap, hands already up in a boxer's guard. Like any fighter, especially one with so little actual combat experience, Michelle had weak points. Mainly she was weak when it came to ground fighting and submissions, but her footwork and punches were nothing to scoff at. In fact, the second she made it in range she sent out a lightning fast right jab, testing her range and seeing just what Jocelyn would do in an actual fight. This wasn't one of their little spats, it was a real fight, and if Jocelyn wasn't prepared for it Michelle was going to run all over her. In fact, she was quite confident she would win the human form, she had arm length and physique on Jocelyn, and while she couldn't be positive she felt like she had skill as well... And if not it would have been a waste to put so much damn time into training.

Training had been a constant from childhood for Michelle. She would often come home from school and be thrown in to an after school lesson. Some days it would be a combat instructor and others a private tutor. She had received many lessons and had a range of skills that was abnormal for most. She spoke a few languages, could cook quite well, was intelligent... Not that she had enjoyed most of it. Sure, she had a few things she liked from the lessons. She had chosen boxing out of all the combat styles she had been introduced to, but to her father's dismay she had selected sports as opposed to doing further training for fighting. The same with languages, she hadn't quite chosen the ones he wanted her to... French, Japanese, German... Those were what his ideal business savvy daughter should have chosen. She didn't like business, and she hated French and Japanese. She had picked up German, but then learned enough Spanish to get by and called it a day. She was quite the disappointment to her father despite her talents, and she knew she had to do well in the events... Had to.

Perhaps that feeling that she had to win was working against her though, because while Michelle was confident and should have been calm, her movements were erratic. She wanted to win so badly it was making her stupid and she wasn't waiting for the right moments to throw her jabs, and hadn't had a good place to throw a hook yet. It wasn't so severe she was getting in too close, she had remembered to keep distance and use her reach to her advantage, but she wasn't exactly getting the results she expected. It was fine though... She had stamina on her side. She would land a hard hit eventually. It only took one.

When the official called the start, Jocelyn fell into a defensive stance and easily dodged Michelle’s first few punches. As a fencer she had impeccable footwork and as a rugby player she knew how to take a hit. The only problem was that she wasn’t very good when it came to striking with her fists; so Jocelyn’s hands remained open, she didn’t plan on throwing any punches this fight…or in away fights really. She was a much better grappler than anything else; unfortunately that put her at a severe disadvantage when she had to fight people who could keep her at arm’s length. Michelle definitely had reach on her, she probably had quite an impressive amount of stamina as well…that meant that she’d have to get in close and commit to a grappling war before the other girl landed too many blows.

Steeling her body, she prepared herself to eat a punch to trade for positioning and took one straight to the jaw. Jocelyn wasn’t going down in one hit. Yeah, it hurt like a bitch and for a moment she saw stars, but she refocused the pain in her jaw into a wounded rage that engulfed her body. Rather than stumble backwards she pressed on forwards, getting low and launching her shoulder straight into Michelle’s stomach while her hands scrambled to grab the backs of her knees and pull. She shrugged off the short ranged jabs that landed on her back and shoulders, focusing on knocking Michelle over and going to the ground with her.

As soon as they were both down, Jocelyn scrambled to maintain her position on top. She got to her knees but kept her chest pressed firmly to Michelle’s trying to weigh the other girl down so that she wouldn’t get back up. But Michelle was so damn strong…and it only took a few seconds for Jocelyn’s plan to pin her to blow up as the two girls struggled and rolled around on the dirt floor.

Michelle couldn't help but be surprised by how smart Jocelyn was playing it. The woman continuously dodged her punches and seemed to be doing it without a terrible amount of effort. Part of that was probably Michelle's own damn fault. For all her boasting she had overlooked a very big problem. Her intense focus on only boxing had caused her to form the habits of a boxer. She was doing well of keeping distance, her strikes were skillful despite being dodged, and her guard was great, but that was it. She didn't even consider kicking. It was as if the rules for boxing had been so ingrained into her that what would be considered illegal in her favored sport was being neglected in a no rules match like those of Parekura. In fact that was exactly what was happening, and she didn't realize it until it was far too late. She didn't recognize it until Jocelyn had made it past her guard, was digging in, and she hesitated to use her elbow because it was against the rules. By the time she had a moment to be shocked that she was such an idiot she was on her ass and felt the familiar warmth of Jocelyn's body pressed firmly against her.

She grit her teeth at that point, refusing to be beaten precisely how Jocelyn said she would win, by submission. That would not be happening! She wasn't going to let her enemy humiliate her and she had the physique to fight from the horrid position. She put all her strength into getting out of the sloppy mount, preventing herself from being put in any type of lock at all costs. It worked too, a satisfying bit of movement as she managed to start them in a roll. She had horrible ground work however, and rolling around didn't improve her position by much, only delayed the surprisingly powerful beauty from making her submit in front of the entire werewolf community. She had to think of a better plan, and fast. She had great stamina but she had a feeling it wouldn't take long before she fucked up, and then it would be over.

Fate was against her though, the moment she tried to scramble to her feet she was caught by Jocelyn and pulled back down, and as if foreshadowing the inevitability of her loss she felt like she couldn't escape. Maybe if she knew what she was doing, maybe if she hadn't been caught up with her nonexistent rules... But it didn't matter. It wasn't long before the athletic alpha had somehow been caught off balance and force to her stomach, Jocelyn's body against her back. She didn't know how it had happened and she tried with all her might, but it was barely enough to get back to her knees, her desperation not even enough... She was done for... Jocelyn had her.

As the two girls rolled and struggled, Jocelyn tried to wrap her legs around Michelle’s thigh in order to make it more difficult for the other girl to move them around. Unfortunately all that accomplished was giving her a chance to ride her muscular opponent’s thigh for only a moment. It was distracting to say the least and before she knew it she was paying for her lack of focus by losing her grip on the other athletic female and being thrown off.

Jocelyn knew that if Michelle got up and was in a position to strike her again, she was going to be fucked. The young wolf quickly rolled and got up onto her knees, quickly latching onto Michelle as she tried to get up and dragging the female back down. This time she wasn’t going to fuck up her pin, this time she was going to make sure that Michelle stayed down. As the taller girl fell onto her stomach, Jocelyn was already moving to mount her, a slightly slick core pouring off heat even through the leather pelt that she wore for modesty’s sake. In this position she had the overwhelming urge to pull Michelle’s hair, hear her bitch cry out and beg to be fucked and dominated in front of all these people…but she was frustratingly aware that hair pulling wasn’t very sportsmanlike, even in a no rules match.


She adjusted her position, sliding her arm under Michelle’s chin, then grabbing her wrist with her free hand and tightening. A little more pressure and she could’ve choked her opponent out, she could almost feel Michelle’s pulse points thrumming against her forearm…but she didn’t tighten her hold that much, wanting to make sure that her enemy stayed conscious for this. “Good little bitch. Just stay still and don’t make me hurt you…” Jocelyn’s voice was low, lips pressed close to Michelle’s ear as she spoke so that no one else would hear.

“One…. Two…Three!” The referee blew his whistle to award Jocelyn the pin. As soon as the fight as over she quickly released Michelle and climbed off of her. The feeling of the other girl’s warm, muscular body pressed against hers was almost too much and she was glad to be separated from her so that she could clear her head.

Michelle was seriously fucked up in the head, and while that could probably be said of her normally, it was more true than it had ever been near the end of the fight. Her main concerns should have been not losing, not being humiliated by a bunch of people who probably watched a fight they thought was completely one-sided and who could believe her weak... About her father's anger if she happened to lose. Yet... When Jocelyn mounted her, when that incredible body pushed up against her and she felt herself being dominated... She melted instead. Her entire body was on fire, arousal quickly building, her thighs starting to trickle with her juices as the scent of her desire became a bit too obvious. Luckily nobody else would be able to smell it, not in open air with so much distance... Just like nobody could hear Jocelyn call her a good little bitch. Instead of a grunt or some other sound of struggle... A whimper escaped, a little pleading noise that had been entirely unintentional, but probably the most honest thing she had expressed since their night together.

She couldn't reign it in, couldn't try to truly resist, she was paralyzed by desire, her needs weakening her resolve and settling the match without another true attempt at freedom. It was over, and Michelle just fell back, catching her breath and looking up at the crowd... The crowd that didn't look surprised at all, like they had been doubting her the entire time, only cheering when Jocelyn's name was called out by the referee. They hadn't even considered she would win, and why would they, lineage meant a lot to wolves, and compared to Jocelyn she wasn't worth the look. She couldn't even be mad about losing, she deserved to and she knew it, and when she finally found her father in the crowd all she could see was his back, walking away, no doubt furious and looking for a drink to escape the fact that she had failed him again. Not like it should have been a fucking surprise at that point, she never succeeded in his eyes.

She felt pathetic enough without wallowing on the ground though, standing up and dusting herself off, sighing to herself before turning and starting to walk away, stopping in front of Jocelyn and growling. "Don't think you'll win against me in unleashed... This was humiliating enough." Deep down inside she wanted to say much different things to the woman. One was obvious, her scent and earlier whimper gave it away, she wanted Jocelyn to fuck her, but the other was a bit less obvious... She wanted to say it was a good fight. She wasn't always a bitch, very dishonest with both herself and others, stubborn to the last, but she wasn't inherently horrible. In fact she had been adorably dishonest at one point, that had just been a long damn time ago, and now she just walked away, she needed to find somewhere private, for some alone time.

Jocelyn was ready to say ‘good match’, words that had been drilled into her head over and over again by coaches and instructors over the years, but then Michelle opened up her mouth and she couldn’t bring herself to say them. “Maybe you shouldn’t run your mouth then.” She growled. Had Michelle not been such a bitch to her earlier today, she probably would have just tried to choke her out and let her have a more honorable loss rather than pinning her and making her look like a weak fool. Whatever…not my problem… She tried to shake off the other girl’s words and the scent of her arousal. For someone that said they hated being humiliated, Michelle certainly seemed to get off on it.

“That’s my baby girl!” Mara was jogging out onto the field to hug her daughter and congratulate her…and maybe embarrass her a little bit. Most wolves wanted their offspring to look as desirable and as adult as possible, but not Mara. The thought of Jocelyn finding a mate and moving out was terrifying for the old wolf.

“Mommmm…” Jocelyn whined as she was picked up and spun around like her mother used to do when she was a pup.

“I’m just so proud of you sweetheart.” Mara grinned and set her daughter down. After seeing Michelle come out into the ring, the old wolf had been a little nervous that a bigger, possibly more experienced fighter might take out her daughter.

“It’s early in the competition you know…”

“I know. But I’m always going to be proud of you sweetheart. Plus, the first fight is always the hardest, the most nerve-wracking. Now you’ve got some momentum and you can continue to kick some ass.”

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It had been difficult to slip away from her mother at first. A few suitors had taken a renewed interest in Jocelyn and Mara decided that now was the time to pretend to be a big, scary, overbearing pseudo-father figure. Thankfully Sammie saw that she wanted to go off on her own and distracted Mara with a needy little nuzzle to her neck. Guh…it was such bullshit. How could her mother get up on her soap box and tell her that she shouldn’t be sleeping around when she herself had a fucking harem?!

As she fumed and walked further from the crowds and closer to the serenity of the lake, she caught the startlingly familiar scent of Michelle’s arousal. There was an immediate pulse between her legs in response and she looked around, trying to locate the source of that delicious scent. She caught Michelle right before she disappeared into the treeline and before Jocelyn knew what her feet were doing, she was adjusting her course to go intercept her. “Michelle!” They were barely hidden in the woods but Jocelyn didn’t care. As Michelle turned around to look at her, she rushed forward and pushed the girl back into a tree. With a growl, Jocelyn threw her arms around her neck and crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. “Fuck…you smell so good.” The young wolf blurted out something that vaguely resembled an explanation for her rash actions.

It was a huge pain in the ass to be around Jocelyn ever since that night. Whenever she was near the other woman Michelle felt confused and irritable. Everything was at conflict. On one hand she had a family grown hatred towards her and her family, and yet she was absolutely in awe of the girl, and she really admired her parents, as well as the harem being one of the sexiest things ever. She didn't ever want to admit any of that, but ever since that night she found herself less capable of blocking out all the interesting and charming parts of Jocelyn with blind rage. Instead they kept creeping up on her and she felt unshakable attraction, which only made her more aggravated and difficult to deal with. Then there was the match. She had wanted to do well, not only because it would have earned her some form of affection from her father, which she hadn't had in a long time, but because she was physical, competitive, and a damn good fighter. So she had her weaknesses... Jocelyn was strong, at least on the ground, but that wasn't even the problem. The problem had been how quickly she had considered tossing her own desire to win aside to be the bitch, that was the source of her stress.

She was a fucking alpha, she was never supposed to have such submissive desires. The title of alpha didn't stop Michelle's desires however, and before she had time to really think on it she was moving away from the arena and into the woods, going just far enough to reduce the risk of being heard without losing her mind by waiting any longer. That had been the plan anyways, but before she could even make it to a safe distance, or acceptably safe for her, a familiar voice made her spin around, knowing exactly who it was and having no idea what the hell she was about to do, but she was going to do it harshly. The last thing she needed was Jocelyn finding out she had run away to masturbate over being called a bitch and dominated in front of so many wolves. Fucking Jocelyn wouldn't let her escape from the humiliation.

"What the fu-" before she could even finish asking what Jocelyn wanted she was slammed hard up against a tree, her bare flesh scraping against the bark. As if it wasn't bad enough that she was walking around with a fucking bite mark on her thigh. The rough kiss made her forget about the throbbing pain immediately, and she found her anger gone and arms sliding down to wrap around Jocelyn's waist. "Huh?" She barely got out, 'smell good'? What the fuck, that didn't help explain anything, but before she could give a damn she instinctively closed the gap again and kissed the other alpha, reciprocating the desire and finding her hands brushing over an incredible ass. Hate, enemies, none of it mattered, she wanted Jocelyn more than she had ever wanted anyone. So when the second feverish kiss finally ended she looked at the other woman, trying to find a way not to ask for what she wanted and still get it... Jocelyn had followed her, it was clear they had a very strong mutual attraction, but neither of them was going to be friendly, that ruse had only lasted while the masks had been on.

Then it hit her and she leaned in, nipping and Jocelyn's neck and ear, a few spots she remembered were sensitive getting extra attention. "I guess you did win... So I'm yours for the rest of the day." She didn't beg, or admit she wanted to be fucked, but she was putting herself in the subservient position anyways. "Just remember this when I win tomorrow and you're mine." She grinned, covering her obvious desires like any person in denial, and making it seem like sex had been part of the wager from the start. Regardless, she couldn't hold back, finding her crotch rubbing up against Jocelyn as she chewed and nibbled on her sensitive flesh. "How do you want me?"

Ugh Michelle's stupid scent made her so goddamn horny it wasn't even fair. Her brain had already wired itself to respond to the simple smell of the other girl's arousal. She wanted it...wanted her...and the fact that Jocelyn could barely stand Michelle's presence 90% of the time suddenly didn't matter anymore. "Mmm..." Jocelyn hummed happily as Michelle managed to hit nearly all of the sensitive spots that rested along the path from her collar bone to her ear. She tilted her head to the side, showing quite a bit of trust towards someone who had just been trying to knock her out in the ring less than a half hour ago. "Oh yeah? The -whole- day?" The young Alpha couldn't help but smirk at Michelle's words; there was still a lot of daylight left, a lot of opportunity to torture the other girl with intense amounts of pleasure. "Don't think it's going to be so easy to win tomorrow. I enjoy making you my bitch, and I'm sure my wolf's form would love to take a crack at yours tomorrow." She could almost see it now: both of them in their wolf forms with Michelle on her hands and knees, head tilted back as she howled in pleasure while Jocelyn rammed into her from behind.

"I want you on all fours." She didn't even have to pause to think about her response when Michelle asked how she wanted her. "But...I don't think I'll be getting you quite how I want you...left my strap on at home." The wolf frowned a little bit, aware that once she did get her opponent onto all fours, she lacked the equipment to take care of her properly. "So I guess like this will have to do." Some more scratches on her back caused by the tree would be as good a way as any to mark Michelle...of course she rather mark her by cumming inside of her with the aid of one of Arlann's potions, but this would have to do for now. "Legs apart..." Jocelyn kicked Michelle's ankles further apart before running her hand down from the girl's shoulder, over her luscious breasts, down her muscular stomach, fingertips dancing over her mound and quickly finding their home finally between slick folds. "So wet for me already...why did you come out here anyways, Michelle?" It suddenly hit her that the other girl was alone in the woods and with a soaking wet slit and while Jocelyn had her suspicions of what Michelle was about to do before she found her, she wanted to hear her admit it.

Something felt strange, not in a particularly bad way, but unusual. They were supposed to hate one another. In fact, by all accounts they did, neither ever trying to establish understanding, both striking back at each other. There had been no change in that, not at all. When Michelle saw Jocelyn her first reaction was still to bristle up, become defensive, and lash out. Yet when she spoke, when she got close, every fiber of Michelle's being resonated with the desire to have her enemy fuck her, claim her. She wanted to be marked, controlled... Wanted. It wasn't a general need either, it was to a specific woman with specific fantasies, and once they started it was impossible to ignore how incredible a woman Jocelyn was. However, she couldn't help but think Jocelyn was trapped under a similar spell. She still tormented the other alpha, but the moment her arousal started or they butt heads, Jocelyn seemed to react, and with her little comment about scent, Michelle couldn't help but think they were compatible.

It wasn't unheard of, pheromones could be quite the factor for wolves, but it was a cosmic joke if they were being drawn together by something disgustingly close to fate. It almost made Michelle want to try and resist it... Almost. "Enjoy? Don't even think about falling for me." She grinned, almost playful for once instead of rude and combative, though that soon changed as she leaned in and put her teeth around Jocelyn's throat, stopping just shy of a bite before slowly moving up and to her ear, a low growl echoing from her core. "It will be you on your hands and knees tomorrow... And I didn't forget my strap on. So keep fantasizing all you want, I'll be the first one fucking anything." Oh how delightful that would be, to turn all of the humiliation around and claim Jocelyn properly before she had a chance to... Wait... Claim... That was not the desire she should have been having. Dominate, humiliate, ravage... Not claim, claim implied a desire to have sole ownership over, it was close to endearment, and such a thought was wrong.

She was powerless though, to her desires and to the woman fulfilling them. She didn't say a damn thing and merely whined as her legs were spread. "Not fair." She moaned, trembling as her muscular stomach was touched, rather unaccustomed to someone appreciating that part of her. It was surprising how many people wanted a soft woman, many had found her athleticism to be excessive. The trembling didn't stop there though and soon she found herself moaning and relaxing herself, offering control completely to Jocelyn. "I..." She paused, looking into the other wolf's eyes and averting her gaze after a moment, embarrassed but feeling that honesty was the only option she truly had. "I needed to find a private place to masturbate." Under normal circumstances Michelle was confident, unwavering, and a touch conceited. Honesty made her blush like a virgin though, and as she let Jocelyn know something that spoke volumes... Mainly about how turned on the other wolf had made her, Michelle found herself blushing and helpless to hide the extent of her situational infatuation.

"Hah! Like I would fall for you." Just ignore the fact that you've been thinking about her ever since the masquerade ball... It was true that she was indulging this attraction more than she should be. Her and Michelle were enemies, their parents hated one another, there was no way love could grow in whatever fucked up relationship was happening right now. Michelle is just a guilty pleasure...an addiction...like cocaine or something but without the risk of death. This was harmless, just two people putting aside their differences long enough to have some amazing sex, no strings attached. "Loud-mouthed and stubborn isn't quite my type." Jocelyn smirked and nipped Michelle's ear lightly the moment her neck was released. Tall, athletic, charming, that was her type...unfortunately Michelle was also infuriatingly annoying which canceled out all the positives.

"I bet if you let me borrow that strap on first, I could make it way more fun with a little bit of magic." Jocelyn was pretty sure she was going to take down Michelle's wolf tomorrow, but she wasn't above bargaining to insure she got what she wanted. Of course a magic dildo had been how she was conceived, as fucking weird as that sounded, but she was pretty sure her mother didn't make that potion anymore and so she could steal one from the mage's luggage without having to worry about birth control. Then she could properly fuck Michelle, have the other girl beside herself with pleasure and begging for her cum. Just the thought of having the other wolf bent over, whimpering and whining to be filled made Jocelyn shiver in anticipation.

As Michelle struggled to spit out her reasoning for coming out into the forest, Jocelyn's smirk turned into a full-fledged grin. Aw, she was so cute when she was blushing! "Tsk, naughty little slut. I thought I felt you getting turned on during our match." Even though she was teasing Michelle, Jocelyn was also rewarding her honesty by dipping the tips of two fingers past her lover's slick entrance, her thumb sweeping over the swollen bud of her clit as she teased her tight hole.