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Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2013
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- United Sates - NY
The wolf who had been fucking Arlann's cute little breasts gave a surprised gasp as the mage opened her mouth, not to be a spoiled brat, but to be a good submissive and start servicing her length. "A cock hungry whore, just for me," the beast rumbled, not hesitating to point out that Arlann threw the biggest fuss if she had to suck on someone else's wolf-cock or someone else's strap-on. And if there was an actual male involved? Forget about it. But for Mara, the mage was a (mostly) good slut, something that made the wolf puff up with pride.
The three clones fell into a blissful rhythm as they filled their mate's three holes. Mara had had sex with many, many other people throughout her life, but Arlann was by far her favorite. Her wife’s cries of pleasure were music to her ears, even when muffled by a she-wolf cock in her mouth. And the way she shamelessly bucked and grinded to meet every thrusts…some subs would just zone out and take it, but Arlann always gave as good as she got.
Their peaceful rhythm only last for a few minutes though before their wife decided to, again, offer her two cents on what they should be doing. The wolves suddenly came to a full stop, ears twitching to make sure they had heard that right. Breed?! Our mate wants to be bred again!!!!! Their tails began wagging, ever the eager pups that Arlann teased them for being at the mention of breeding. The last time they had gotten to breed their mate, they had fucked her for an entire week!! An entire week of sex, food, and sleep!!! No work and no stupid other commitments! Just them and their mate!
The human Maras (even the one that had been riding her new sub’s face) looked mildly terrified at the outburst. Arlann knew better than to say the 'b' word around her!
———-
Even though she was freshly showered, a thin sheen of sweat was already starting to pick up along Mara's body. She was out of suppressants somehow (she had absolutely no idea how, she was always so careful) and it was the first day of her heat.
Well. No matter. All she had to do was get through a few hours at work and her trusted assistant would procure her some. Hell, Sammie might already have some there, waiting on her desk.
"You know…it's been awhile since you took a vacation," Arlann snuck up behind her, folding her arms around the petite wolf as she stood in front of the mirror and dressed for work, "Why don't you just take this off and come back to bed," the mage asked as she tugged at her wife's blouse.
"Nonsense, we just went to that vineyard in Gallia two months ago." Mara had work to do! There as a new, small magic-tech company that was looking for an investor, and Mara was thinking of buying them out entirely if their prototypes were impressive enough.
Arlann pouted. Evidently hiding Mara's suppressants wasn't going to cut it. They had been married for a year already and Mara still hadn't let her experience an unsuppressed heat! Stating it was 'irresponsible' and 'dangerous'. Hmmph! "But what if I let you -breed- me?"
———-
9 months later, Jocelyn was born.
———-
They finally had their pup sleeping through the night. Finnaaalllyyy had her weened. Mara could actually touch her wife's breasts without being threatened with dismemberment again.
And now Arlann goes around asking to be bred?!?!!!?
While the human Mara was stunned at the ask, the two wolves scrambled to fulfill their mate's wish. The one that had been fucking Arlann's breasts practically threw the human version off of her in its excitement to claim. You can't breed a mage with a stupid dildo!!!
"Back off, she's mine," the wolf who had been fucking Arlann's ass was withdrawing, and snarling at the other wolf who was hurrying to get between her legs.
"You already have one of her holes to claim!" the other wolf barked back, already forgetting it had been pounding their mate's glorious pussy less than ten minutes ago.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Mara sighed as she watched two manifestations of her consciousness jealously fight each other for access to Arlann's now empty sex.
Arlann had to whine and pout before the wolves seemed to remember why they were fighting in the first place: for the right to breed their mate. There the mage was, whining and looking deliciously needy. The two wolves pounced upon their love, scrambling for position, one taking up the front and one the behind. The wolves snapped and snarled at each other as they jockeyed for the lead.
Because they were mirror images of eachother…they rammed into Arlann at the exact same time.
Mara rolled her eyes as Arlann let out a shriek of pain. Well, serves you right. She watched as the wolves stopped trying to kill one another long enough to give their mate soothing licks and nuzzles…all while their hips violently jackhammered into her in a race to claim her first.
I wonder what those dumb mutts will do when they realize there's no room for their cum…
Mara sighed as she took out her phone to send an SOS to her assistant. The last few times Mara had used the potion, she had been able to round herself back up into one being before it wore off. The alpha had exemplary control of the wild beast inside… Except for tonight. She couldn't reign in the deep, primal hunger of her wolves. Nothing quite said 'this bitch belongs to me' like a pregnant mate. The collars, the mating bite, the wedding ring…none of them proved that Arlann's cunt was hers and hers alone like this.
There was no way for her to control the wolves, they were too far gone. Mara would just have to let them tire themselves out, and then care for her mate afterwards.
[Arlann is a lecherous idiot. Have my security team arrive at The Grapevine within the hour.
Oh. And draw her a healing bath please.]
Mara sighed as she sent off the text, then moved to the writhing bodies in front of ber. "Play nice with the pups dear, you know how impatient they are," Mara parroted back to her wife before leaning over to kiss her. The wolves snarled at her, but didn't move to fight Mara so long as they had their prize: their breeding bitch's willing cunt. "Try not to make too much a mess, we're probably going to have to carry her unconscious body out of here when you're both done."
The wolves perked up. Drag their mate out? Parade her cum covered, bruised and bitten body to strangers?
"Beg for it!" the wolf taking Arlann from behind pulled her hair, wrenching the mage's beautiful body into a gorgeous arch to show her off. "Beg to be bred, cum slut," the wolf underneath her snarled, its grip in its mate's hips tightening as it slammed her down onto both rigid rods. The sound of slapping flesh and Arlann's high, breathy moans had the wolves in a frenzy…and yet they still held back. Raw need coiled in their bellies but they wanted their mate's submission above all else. Wanted her screaming to the whole room that she shamelessly desired to be bred again; only then would they reward her with their claim.
The three clones fell into a blissful rhythm as they filled their mate's three holes. Mara had had sex with many, many other people throughout her life, but Arlann was by far her favorite. Her wife’s cries of pleasure were music to her ears, even when muffled by a she-wolf cock in her mouth. And the way she shamelessly bucked and grinded to meet every thrusts…some subs would just zone out and take it, but Arlann always gave as good as she got.
Their peaceful rhythm only last for a few minutes though before their wife decided to, again, offer her two cents on what they should be doing. The wolves suddenly came to a full stop, ears twitching to make sure they had heard that right. Breed?! Our mate wants to be bred again!!!!! Their tails began wagging, ever the eager pups that Arlann teased them for being at the mention of breeding. The last time they had gotten to breed their mate, they had fucked her for an entire week!! An entire week of sex, food, and sleep!!! No work and no stupid other commitments! Just them and their mate!
The human Maras (even the one that had been riding her new sub’s face) looked mildly terrified at the outburst. Arlann knew better than to say the 'b' word around her!
———-
Even though she was freshly showered, a thin sheen of sweat was already starting to pick up along Mara's body. She was out of suppressants somehow (she had absolutely no idea how, she was always so careful) and it was the first day of her heat.
Well. No matter. All she had to do was get through a few hours at work and her trusted assistant would procure her some. Hell, Sammie might already have some there, waiting on her desk.
"You know…it's been awhile since you took a vacation," Arlann snuck up behind her, folding her arms around the petite wolf as she stood in front of the mirror and dressed for work, "Why don't you just take this off and come back to bed," the mage asked as she tugged at her wife's blouse.
"Nonsense, we just went to that vineyard in Gallia two months ago." Mara had work to do! There as a new, small magic-tech company that was looking for an investor, and Mara was thinking of buying them out entirely if their prototypes were impressive enough.
Arlann pouted. Evidently hiding Mara's suppressants wasn't going to cut it. They had been married for a year already and Mara still hadn't let her experience an unsuppressed heat! Stating it was 'irresponsible' and 'dangerous'. Hmmph! "But what if I let you -breed- me?"
———-
9 months later, Jocelyn was born.
———-
They finally had their pup sleeping through the night. Finnaaalllyyy had her weened. Mara could actually touch her wife's breasts without being threatened with dismemberment again.
And now Arlann goes around asking to be bred?!?!!!?
While the human Mara was stunned at the ask, the two wolves scrambled to fulfill their mate's wish. The one that had been fucking Arlann's breasts practically threw the human version off of her in its excitement to claim. You can't breed a mage with a stupid dildo!!!
"Back off, she's mine," the wolf who had been fucking Arlann's ass was withdrawing, and snarling at the other wolf who was hurrying to get between her legs.
"You already have one of her holes to claim!" the other wolf barked back, already forgetting it had been pounding their mate's glorious pussy less than ten minutes ago.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Mara sighed as she watched two manifestations of her consciousness jealously fight each other for access to Arlann's now empty sex.
Arlann had to whine and pout before the wolves seemed to remember why they were fighting in the first place: for the right to breed their mate. There the mage was, whining and looking deliciously needy. The two wolves pounced upon their love, scrambling for position, one taking up the front and one the behind. The wolves snapped and snarled at each other as they jockeyed for the lead.
Because they were mirror images of eachother…they rammed into Arlann at the exact same time.
Mara rolled her eyes as Arlann let out a shriek of pain. Well, serves you right. She watched as the wolves stopped trying to kill one another long enough to give their mate soothing licks and nuzzles…all while their hips violently jackhammered into her in a race to claim her first.
I wonder what those dumb mutts will do when they realize there's no room for their cum…
Mara sighed as she took out her phone to send an SOS to her assistant. The last few times Mara had used the potion, she had been able to round herself back up into one being before it wore off. The alpha had exemplary control of the wild beast inside… Except for tonight. She couldn't reign in the deep, primal hunger of her wolves. Nothing quite said 'this bitch belongs to me' like a pregnant mate. The collars, the mating bite, the wedding ring…none of them proved that Arlann's cunt was hers and hers alone like this.
There was no way for her to control the wolves, they were too far gone. Mara would just have to let them tire themselves out, and then care for her mate afterwards.
[Arlann is a lecherous idiot. Have my security team arrive at The Grapevine within the hour.
Oh. And draw her a healing bath please.]
Mara sighed as she sent off the text, then moved to the writhing bodies in front of ber. "Play nice with the pups dear, you know how impatient they are," Mara parroted back to her wife before leaning over to kiss her. The wolves snarled at her, but didn't move to fight Mara so long as they had their prize: their breeding bitch's willing cunt. "Try not to make too much a mess, we're probably going to have to carry her unconscious body out of here when you're both done."
The wolves perked up. Drag their mate out? Parade her cum covered, bruised and bitten body to strangers?
"Beg for it!" the wolf taking Arlann from behind pulled her hair, wrenching the mage's beautiful body into a gorgeous arch to show her off. "Beg to be bred, cum slut," the wolf underneath her snarled, its grip in its mate's hips tightening as it slammed her down onto both rigid rods. The sound of slapping flesh and Arlann's high, breathy moans had the wolves in a frenzy…and yet they still held back. Raw need coiled in their bellies but they wanted their mate's submission above all else. Wanted her screaming to the whole room that she shamelessly desired to be bred again; only then would they reward her with their claim.
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