How We Doth Quell Boredom [FxF] (Clearsight x Javorcek)

Syri moved on instinct as her wolf drove her to pleasure and claim their mate. Even that voice inside her head repeatedly telling her to be careful not to be too rough barely made it through her lust-soaked brain. Rough hands played at her breasts and needy lips suckled at smooth flesh. All the while, Syri's wolf nagged, wanting nothing more than to sink its teeth through skin and ensure nobody else had the chance to steal the thing it loved.

Fortunately, their "treasure" was important enough to cherish and protect, even as her hips trembled with the desire to thrust forward and finish the deed. Though, the only action the wolf could conceive was a full stop, a very pitiful and confused look on her face as she looked down at Alice, torn between what was right and what she wanted. A sharp whine even escaped her, contrasting the confidence that got them so far.

So close. She was so close! One more thrust, maybe two, and Alice would be properly marked.

Syri imagined such a thing many times, and now she was right there. No, it was even better. From the needy pleas to the sting of the scratch marks on her shoulders, Syri felt unleashed. No longer was it just a dream. No longer did she have to be so very careful not to rush into something Alice didn't want. Alice wanted her! She did!

But that was also the reason she stopped herself, restraining an impatient needy wolf and whimpering like a puppy deprived of its favorite toy. Syri didn't want to make a mistake and ruin a potential lifetime of happiness for a moment of pleasure. And she was rewarded with a smile.

The pure and beautiful smile filled Syri with warmth, and the words that followed relieved her of all hesitation.

Mine. My treasure. My mate.

Alice didn't have to say it twice. Alice became hers. Marked. Held. Kissed. Even after a few minutes and things started to settle, Syri didn't want to let her go.

"It's fine. Spontaneous often means messy," Syri comforted, having reverted back to her usual form and once more able to form coherent sentences. Well, other than sounding a bit tired. But that would pass after a few minutes of cuddling, and there would be no negotiations. Or so that was the plan.

Unfortunately, after a few minutes of holding one another, Syri looked up and saw the one thing she really didn't want to see: Haley. Alone, yes, but standing there with the widest grin Syri had ever seen. The only thing more unpleasant was the bright sparkle in her eyes as she stood there, practically shaking with excitement at what she stumbled upon. Her oh so responsible and mature sister in such a deliciously compromising situation. Only in her dreams did Haley imagine such a thing. Oh the power!

For a moment, Syri's eyes grew nearly as wide as Haley's grin, a bit of panic setting in, though it quickly found itself replaced by anger as widened eyes narrowed to a slit. If she dared make Alice embarrassed… Syri would end her. Or so her eyes said. And they said it very loudly and clearly and threateningly.

Haley merely looked at her and started trembling harder, so exaggeratedly so that she seemed about to topple over. Only then did Syri realize her infuriating sister was holding back laughter. She even chewed on her lip, barely able to contain herself as her desire to cause chaos bubbled beneath the surface. Could she resist? Could she? Haley wasn't even sure it was physically possible.

Eventually, the standoff turned into a silent, mouthed negotiation that had them throwing around various promises. Haley still had the advantage, though, with Syri being forced to contain her anger and be as gentle as possible as not to alert Alice to their voyeur.

In the end, a deal was struck, and while Haley would certainly want more after the fact, she reluctantly agreed to withdraw after getting what she wanted. There was also some threatening involved that helped wrap up negotiations, but Syri knew she ended things at a severe disadvantage. It was fine, though. Haley left. That was all that mattered.

Now all Syri needed to do was summon the energy and willpower to move and escape with the gorgeous woman in her arms before Haley rushed back with company. It was the kind of move she knew her sister would make, which made getting out of there an urgent matter, even if she wanted nothing more than to cuddle and enjoy the afterglow.

"Love, let's go home. Alright?" Syri spoke softly in Alice's ear, coaxing her gently in a bid to make their escape without letting her know a deal had been struck to save her embarrassment. All she had to do was get her out the door and back home and everything would be fine.
 
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Alice felt the soft growl rumble in Syri's chest. She had never heard a threatening one before and so of course chalked it up to her girlfriend being playful and signaling she was ready to go again (rather than thinking there was an intruder right behind her). Hah! Like Alice could go again right away! Maybe with more practice, she would have the stamina to do so. But for now the dragon was content to snuggle and bring her heart rate down from its all time highs. She melted as Syri held her, relishing in the warmth her lover provided. She focused on the wolf's heartbeat, her breathing, and soon found her mind drifting…. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. . The count went on, slowing as Syri's heart rate came back down to resting. 1…2…3…4… 1…2…3…4...

"Love, let's go home. Alright?" Syri murmured into her ear.

"Mmmm?" Alice hummed as she came back to reality, yawning soon after. She wasn't really sleepy…just warm and snuggly and post-orgasmic tingly; it made for a dragon ready for a meditation that bordered on napping.

"Home sounds like an excellent idea," Alice paused, looking her lover over for a moment before seeming to make up her mind about something. "But I'm driving, and we'll stop and get you a snack on the way home," she smiled and straightened up in Syri's lap, reaching up to comb her fingers through where the wolf's ears had once been. She knew Syri was tough and proud and probably would've pretended that she wasn't absolutely exhausted from fucking Alice AND sustaining a partial transformation for so long….but that was silly! As slightly sore as she felt herself, Alice could more than manage pampering her favorite werewolf for a little bit.




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~~~~~~ A Few Weeks Later ~~~~~~~~~

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It was 8am and Jocelyn was drunk.

Well…she was -still- drunk. It wasn't like she had begun her morning day-drinking (she was more respectable than that!) She had just…started drinking last night and then never stopped. Which was fine. Everything was fine. Plenty of people her age drank for hours and hours and it had absolutely nothing to do with broken hearts or displaced plans. She just liked to have fun! Nothing more.

Looking at her slightly disheveled but incredibly overdressed outfit, it became clear that the heiress had been up all night at one of her mother's charity events - still sporting the remnants of an expensive, tailored suit and smelling like a bottle of champagne. Her fitted jacket and skinny tie were elsewhere…and the lipstick along her open neckline signaled that like them, Jocelyn should also be elsewhere. But instead she was here, drunk and disorderly in the lobby of Celare.

And it was all Michelle's fault!!

She had a tried and true process to get over relationships! There was a whole easy to follow step-by-step system in place! And last night she had thought she was on 'hook up with a random hottie' step…but then couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't do it! HER! Jocelyn Marrok! Unable to pounce and ravish a beautiful woman!! What the fucking fuck was wrong with her?!?!

She was in such a sour mood that she had thrown the doorman a few feet out of her way when he had tried to bar her entrance into the lobby. Then had punched a security guard right in the nose when the poor man had dared question her. She didn't have time for all this bullshit!

"Where the fuck ish she?!" Jocelyn slurred at the receptionist behind the front desk.

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to please calm down," the poor receptionist tried to keep her voice stern, panicked eyes looking for more security guards as she pushed a button under her desk.

"Michelle!!!" Jocelyn hollered, spinning around the lobby to project her voice all over the place, "If you think I don't think you don't wake up at shtupid hours of the morning n' go to work early you are mishtaken-AH!" Jocelyn yelped as she suddenly found herself being tackled by a young guard. The two fell to the ground in an undignified heap. "Get offa me!" Jocelyn snarled, wriggling under the guard as the man tried to subdue her. Maybe if she wasn't so drunk, she'd be able to shake him off, but as she was, she was really struggling as an arm was pulled behind her back.

There was the sound of hurried heels clicking and a polite throat clear, then suddenly Jocelyn felt the weight of the guard come off of her. She blinked, her drunken brain clearly surprised at the turn of events. "Tha's more like it…" she huffed indignantly, wobbling to her feet and brushing off her vest as stood. She turned, about to give the security guard a piece of her mind when she rounded on a familiar face. Michelle was there, looking beautiful as ever… Positively -glowing-.

"Holy shit…you -are- pregnant…" the wolf muttered to herself as she turned white as a sheet and fainted.
 
Work was the only thing that kept Michelle sane these days. Every moment where she had time to think or caught a few seconds of silence caused her stomach to twist into knots and sent her mind buzzing with things she'd rather not think about. So, she leaned into her hobby turned obsession, pushing her small company as hard as she could and spent countless hours toiling away at new products. She rarely rested, barely took care of herself, and kept her gaze locked onto the distance; the further the better.

If not for the tiny life inside of her, Michelle might very well have worked herself to an early grave in such a short amount of time. But even with all of her frantic working and bad decisions, she drew a line. It was wobbly and teetered on the edge of harmful, but she never strayed over it. Somes things were too precious to risk, even in her current state.

What Michelle didn't expect was that another person shared her same unstable mindset and would come barging into her place of work so early in the morning to cause a scene.

Being informed that her ex was causing a scene in the lobby was not something the alpha saw coming. Since what happened before… Well, Michelle hadn't heard anything from Jocelyn; not really. She thought the other wolf wanted nothing to do with her. It was crushing, but she didn't have the right to be angry.

Michelle did have the right to be angry about what was happening now, though. But, she wasn't. If anything, when she heard about Jocelyn's ridiculous antics, she found herself with a small, hopeful smile on her face. That, mixed with a hefty dose of anxiety, pushed Michelle to walk out of her office as fast as she could; it was just in time to hear Jocelyn get taken down, which made her footsteps speed up all the more.

When she arrived, Michelle instantly remembered herself and shook off the anxious look on her face. Replacing it was calm confidence, such as any leader would want to show to their employees when facing such a scene.

"Ehem."

Right, act like the calm, professional boss they all know.

Easier said than done. The moment she got a good look at Jocelyn, Michelle found herself gulping. Gods help her.

Then she noticed the lipstick, and the feeling of joy already working its way to her lips vanished. Instead, her heart sank, and a dark look clouded her features. It was quite a scary look, but before it could be matched with biting words she wouldn't mean, Jocelyn muttered a few words about her being pregnant and proceeded to faint.

Of course…

Michelle just stood there for a minute, both angry and shocked enough not to panic as Jocelyn fainted. Though, that only lasted long enough for her to release a deep sigh.

"Could a few of you please help carry her to my office?"

How embarrassing. Yes, this is the woman that impregnated me. Yes, she's the heiress of Lykos. No, we're not together. Ugh. Michelle could imagine all the questions running through the heads of anyone lucky enough to witness the stupid scene caused by her ridiculous ex. Fortunately, she hired every member of her staff carefully; it was a necessity considering the fact that she built the company behind her father's back. So the fact that none of it would spread outside company walls was a small mercy, even if she had to suffer their looks afterward.

When they arrived at her office, Michelle pointed at the couch to the side. "Please lay her there. I can take it from there."

"Yes, boss." The younger of the two guards gave Michelle a nod and quickly put Jocelyn down, then retreated with the other guard. He looked strangely proud of himself, though Michelle couldn't tell whether it was because he did his job well or that he managed to take down someone as famous and strong as Jocelyn. Men were weird.

After they left, Michelle released a drawn-out sigh and let her shoulders relax. Finally, boss mode off.

"What am I going to do with you?" she asked as she walked over and moved some hair out of Jocelyn's face. Then she went about making her comfortable. She removed her shoes and socks, tidied her clothes a bit, and covered her with a blanket. She even rummaged up a pillow she used when she worked late.

When all was said and done, Jocelyn looked far more comfortable. Peaceful, too. It was a scene that made Michelle smile, if only for a moment. Then she remembered how Jocelyn got there and found her eyes landing on the lipstick stain again.

"Hmph." Suddenly irritated, Michelle stormed over and pulled the blanket down, then practically ripped the shirt off of her ex, taking it over to the trashcan and shoving it in with a bit more force than she originally intended. Whatever, now it was buried beneath other things!

But before Michelle could sit back down at her desk, her emotions shifted again, and she turned back to look at a now shirtless Jocelyn.

"You're infuriating!" she spat, walking back over and covering her upper body with the blanket once more.

There. Done. Kind of. What if she woke up thirsty?

No, forget her! Michelle hoped she woke up thirsty. Yeah, serves her right. She would just go back to her work and forget about the gorgeous, maybe thirsty wolf sleeping on her couch. The big idiot.
 
Most of the time Jocelyn was a perfectly fine, rational, intelligent, young werewolf who just liked to go out and have fun in her free time…..but Michelle had her all screwed up. Her shenanigans rarely ever caught the attention of tabloids anymore (though tonight might have broken her streak). Tailspins like this were few and far between…but, well, they were a reminder of how much like Mara she was and why her mother needed an assistant AND a mate in order to function. Jocelyn had acquired the same bad coping mechanisms as her sire: working to exhaustion, followed by drugs, alcohol, and partying until she couldn't feel feelings anymore.

Her friends tried their best to ground her, they really did. But there was only so much anyone could do for the self-destructive young Marrok. She had thought she was all healed up - ready to move on from Michelle or Elle or whatever she wanted to call herself!! …Unfortunately when Jocelyn had been ready to take a very pretty and very eager mage back to her apartment, all she she could think of was stupid Michelle and her stupid gorgeous face and perfect ass and her lies and her cowardice. Putting Jocelyn through all that! Gods, involving her mothers and their entire security team in all that! And then to just run off and leave an afterthought of a note behind.

She had been drunk on champagne and high on soma and -still- hadn't been able to have any fun.

It was little wonder that she had just fainted upon finally confronting Michelle. Drunk, slightly drugged, empty stomach, running on fumes…the realization that her ex was pregnant had just been too much for Jocelyn's poor nervous system. Better to just turn off for a bit and reboot later; hopefully when things were less crazy.

Jocelyn woke up several hours later - not by choice of course, but by necessity. (If she had it her way she probably would've slept until the next morning.) Without the effects of the drugs and alcohol to dull her hunger, her body decided to make it well known that it was displeased with the lack of food and water. Consciousness felt like someone had hit her with a bus. Her head was absolutely killing her, a pain that was made even worse as she opened her eyes and was assaulted by the bright, mid-morning light from an office window. Her knees and elbow hurt (probably from when she had gotten taken to the ground) but she couldn't quite fathom why. Her brain struggled to piece together what on earth was going on…

This was not her apartment.

She was somehow half naked.

Where…where the fuck was her shirt? Had she come here topless?

"Ugghh…" the wolf groaned as she rolled over, coming face to face with an end table of snacks and water. She blinked, eyes refocusing, and saw Elle - Michelle sitting at her desk across the way.

A normal person might be embarrassed that they had caused a massive scene at their ex's place of employment, passed out, and was now being coddled by said ex with snacks and a blanket…but Jocelyn wasn't. In the swirl of emotions that raced around her mind, embarrassment was not one of them. She was torn between wanting to scream at Michelle for being a lying asshole and kissing her (stupid wolf with its stupid desires!)

"I hope you didn't carry me up here on your own," Jocelyn settled for something in the middle: passive aggressive concern. Michelle was strong, easily strong enough to carry Jocelyn, but she damn well better not have in her current condition!
 
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Michelle wanted to have a productive day; she really did. But with Jocelyn asleep on the couch and half naked, she found it impossible. It was to the point that her eyes darted between her work and the couch so often it gave her a headache. Not to mention the constant breaks she took to get a fresh cup of water or another snack to add to the small pile slowly forming on the table. Anything for an excuse to get closer. She even touched her at one point, but it caused Jocelyn to stir, and she hadn’t dared do it a second time.

Plus, the entire situation felt like torture. Jocelyn was in the same room while looking absolutely stunning, but nothing had changed. She still… Michelle had already screwed things up to the point of not knowing how to fix them. It was enough to make her feel hopeless. And yet, she was still happy to see her, even if it hurt.

“I’ve missed you,” Michelle muttered to herself as she gazed longingly across the room. Immediately after she raised her arm and rubbed her eyes, snuffing out the familiar sting of tears making its way to the surface.

Don’t be pathetic.

Michelle knew whose fault it all was, retaining at least enough self-awareness not to act like some victim. Sure, her father was an asshole and she didn’t regret what she did to destroy him, but that didn’t make the rest of it magically fine. She knew it, even if she wished things were different.

After a few deep breaths, the pregnant alpha managed to get a hold on her emotions, a hand slowly running circles over her belly. As emotional as she felt in recent days, the life growing inside of her always provided a source of comfort, bringing a smile to her face in the darkest moments; it did the same now.

Your momma came to visit, so make sure to behave and not make mommy crazy, okay?

Michelle liked to believe the tiny one agreed, though the ridiculous thought made her laugh quietly to herself. Maybe mommy is already crazy.

In the next moment, Michelle froze as a soft groan appeared from the other side of the office. She only managed to regain her senses a moment later, when Jocelyn opened her big dumb mouth! Sleeping Jocelyn was gorgeous and almost cute; awake Jocelyn not so much.

“The security guards that tackled you in the lobby did me a favor and dumped you here.”

Though, I did do the arduous task of making you comfortable.

Michelle silently huffed as her eyes locked onto Jocelyn, creating somewhat of a stalemate as neither of them spoke. Unfortunately, when it came to being stubborn, Jocelyn always won.

“If you want more than snacks, I can have my assistant order something. Though, maybe start with Advil. It’s next to the water,” Michelle said, pointing toward the cup on the table.

While Michelle tried to act normally, she was cheering for herself internally, feeling proud that she managed to act calm and collected when she felt a complete mess inside. Though, that was about all she could manage. After speaking, she instantly lost momentum, not knowing whether to pretend to work or stare at Jocelyn until she said something.

Before anything could happen, though, hurried footsteps appeared outside the door, and quickly after, a woman pushed her way inside.

“That rich suitor called again, and he sent more gifts.”

Before the figure was through the door, she was speaking. Moreover, she didn’t stop immediately, too busy adjusting the files in her hand to notice Jocelyn awake on the couch or see Michelle's horrified look. In fact, she made it halfway toward Michelle’s desk before she looked up and froze in place, her eyes glued to the shirtless alpha sitting to the side.

The young woman completely stalled, not even a single stutter managing to slip through her lips. She simply stared, her cheeks turning a bright pink as she grew increasingly flustered at the sight that greeted her eyes. It was to the point the files in her hands began to slip as her mind wandered and fingers loosened.

“Jennifer!” Michelle’s sharp voice snapped the young woman back to her senses, though Michelle still seemed unsatisfied at her assistant’s absent-minded look.

With a frustrated huff, the pregnant alpha pushed out of her chair and moved across the room, not forgetting to block the young woman’s view before grabbing her by the arm and walking her out the door. She didn’t forget to look menacingly over her shoulder on the way out, either, placing some of the blame on her big dumb gorgeous ex. After all, it definitely wasn’t her fault. Not at all!

Once in the hallway, Michelle gave the young woman another menacing look before snatching away the files in her hand and giving them a once over. When she realized it was nothing urgent, she quickly figured out what was going on.

“Get rid of the gifts, as usual. And stop being such a gossip.” Michelle liked the young woman. She was smart and picked things up quickly. But her desire for gossip constantly got her in trouble around the office, even if she never spread it around outside.

“But the gifts he sent are so…” She wanted to continue but stopped when she noticed Michelle’s dark expression. All she could do was close her mouth and nod her head, agreeing to dispose of them.

“Oh, he also asked you to call. He said something about dinner Saturday at Montrel’s and wanted to know what times worked best.”

Clearly, the young woman was thrilled at the idea of eating at a fancy restaurant, but Michelle continued to glare, only letting up after she nodded again. Then, realizing that Michelle was done talking, the assistant left, though not before taking one last look at the door to Michelle’s office, after which she blushed again and took off as hurriedly as she arrived.

I need a new assistant.

Michelle sighed, then turned around and went back into her office, appearing every bit the professional as she tidied her clothing and walked over to Michelle.

“Plan on eating something, or should I just call someone to come get you?”
 
Ah. Yes. The security guards; that would explain the pain in her knees and elbow. Welp. Drunk and high Jocelyn obviously hadn't thought this encounter through. Now that she was here, without her righteous fury stoked with drugs and booze, she was at a loss. She didn't know what to say anymore! The anger and hurt were still there, simmering under the surface…but she certainly wasn't going to start yelling at a pregnant woman, that was for sure.

The ensuing silence was broken by Michelle pointing out the Advil and water. Jocelyn hummed an acknowledgement; she did feel like shit after all, so quickly sat up to take the medicine. The blanket fell away as she did so, showing off a pastel blue, lacy bra that was supposed to be a fun surprise for her hook-up. Now it wasn't a fun surprise for anyone!! Her intricately woven bun was now a mess and her dress pants were dusty from her scuffle - she looked ridiculous.

As she downed half the bottle of water, the clicking of approaching heels hit her ears. Ugh. Fuck it. She was too hungover to care about grabbing the blanket and covering herself back up. There were even more unflattering pictures of her circling around the internet, her current state wasn't -that- bad….a sentiment seemingly shared by their new visitor. The alpha's lips curved into a smug little smirk as Michelle's assistant fell silent. Apparently she wasn't as much of a mess as she thought if she was catching looks like that. Jocelyn wasn't a solid wall of muscle like her pureblood ex, but her body still had plenty of appeal.

Michelle was quick to block the sight of her. She even had the nerve to glare at Jocelyn as if her assistant staring was her fault!! (Which, she supposed, it kinda was because she had come here in the first place.) Jocelyn tossed a feigned look of innocence Michelle's way…which might have actually worked had she been able to wipe the smile from the corners of her lips.

The heiress had the good graces to pretend to be very interested in the assortment of snacks as she eavesdropped. Though part of her wished she hadn't heard some of the things she had. Some skeevy male is just going to buy her hand?!?? Presents. Montrel's. Blech!!! A brief look of disgust clouded her features as the conversation went on. Jocelyn -never- tried to buy a date like this smarmy suitor. The tradition to give presents had its roots in the old werewolf ways: bring food, bring comfort, bring shelter. All those things were meant to show off that one could be a good, attentive mate. However, in the modern era those tenants had been warped into this contest of who could buy the most ostentatious, useless crap to negotiate a marriage. (Not to say that Jocelyn was cheap when it came to being a suitor…but she certainly didn't send impersonal random junk to a lover's workplace!)

The conversation had her so worked up that she couldn't even process that Michelle wanted the gifts tossed away. All she could focus on were the words 'suitor' and 'presents' and 'again'. Multiple times!!! This guy has been doing this MULTIPLE TIMES!!!! Whatever. This is Michelle. She is a product of her environment. If these are the things she wants, then these are the things she wants. It's fine. Everything's fine. It wasn't like this was the first person Jocelyn had lost to ancient werewolf culture. Plenty of childhood friends had distanced themselves from the halfblood with two eccentric mothers in prep school. Pure bloods were supposed to mate with other pretentious pure bloods and that was just the way of things; there was no room for Jocelyn in that world.

When Michelle came back into her office, Jocelyn straightened herself up a little bit, trying to keep cool. "I think I've inconvenienced you enough for today," Jocelyn managed to keep her voice steady, even though she was dying on the inside at the thought of some stupid pompous asshole raising her pup. -She- should be the rich pompous asshole raising that baby! Not some interloper! Hold it together…just a few minutes…you can do anything for just a few minutes.

A nervous breakdown with Michelle in her current condition was not something that the wolf would allow; even though the pain was visceral and the rage was red hot. They could do this… Just pretend to be a functioning person for the next half hour or however long it took to get back home and drink herself back to sleep.

So Jocelyn stood, shrugging off the sense of spinning that followed her. "I'm sure your cute assistant can help me call my driver," Jocelyn managed a smile as she started to head out. Falling back into flirty behaviors was easy, and hurt a lot less than confronting what was bothering her with Michelle.

Alone with Michelle's assistant in the little anteroom outside her office, Jocelyn asked if the girl had a shirt she could borrow. Just like Sammie, Jennnifer kept some spare 'in case of emergencies' outfits for her boss.

"Just uh…just one moment and I'll uhm, get you one right away, Ms. Marrok," Jennifer was trying and failing miserably to not stare at the line of Jocelyn's obliques or the dip of cleavage that her scandalous bra created. Red-faced, she excused herself to go check the hall closet that contained more office supplies as well as extra clothing for herself and her boss.

There was a sudden, loud, CRASH! that sent Jocelyn jumping in surprise, followed by an anguished cry from Michelle's office. She didn't think twice before rushing back in, catching her ex throwing things near the couch where Jocelyn had just been and inadvertently shattering the glass topped coffee table over there. Just as Michelle wound up to throw her keyboard that way, she'd find Jocelyn's arms snaking around her.

This was probably a bad idea. She was probably going to get punched in the nose. But Jocelyn's wolf drove her to envelope Michelle in her warmth, her touch, and her scent…much as it had driven her to do so when Michelle had been rescued.

"Hey…it's ok. You're alright. Just breathe for a minute…" Jocelyn tried her best to soothe. Her hands absently ran along Michelle's sides. The alpha hadn't looked all that pregnant with the stylish blouse she was wearing…but as Jocelyn continued to touch her she felt the swell of her belly. "How about a little break, hm?" Jocelyn asked as she gingerly took the keyboard out of Michelle's hands and set it back down on the desk.
 
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For a moment, it felt like things were back to normal, a spark appearing between the two of them as the banter, teasing, and underlying affection rose to the surface. But it all proved fleeting, a mere fantasy that vanished the moment Michelle walked back into the office. Suddenly, the tension returned to the air, so palpable it became hard to breath and even harder to speak calmly.

Evidence to the contrary, Michelle found lying difficult, which was why she used magic and trickery during her time as a “corporate spy” turned double agent of sorts. For the same reason, she used a familiar name that her late grandmother used to call her. It was why she fell in love and revealed so much of herself to someone she never should have approached, much less confided in.

It really was the most beautiful period in her entire life, even if it all rested upon an unstable foundation built of lies.

Do you have to leave?

Michelle nearly said the words out loud, moments from reaching out and stopping her. Desperate and lonely, she wanted Jocelyn to stay. But the next words out of Jocelyn’s mouth caused her to stop, crushing the small seed of courage in her heart into a fine powder.

Michelle didn’t even manage to speak as Jocelyn slipped away, merely staring at the wall ahead of her with vacant eyes.

Please don’t leave… Please…

Hot tears slipped down her cheeks as a ball of emotion coiled in her chest, pulling all the warmth from her body into and leaving nothing but emptiness and chill in its wake. In that moment, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was what she deserved.

Must I… remain unloved and alone?

From birth to death; was that her destiny? Perhaps so. Her best chance at happiness just walked out the door without a second thought. Walked away from her, knowing she was pregnant. Smiled and spoke so flirtatiously about another person. About her assistant!

Michelle started shaking as the warmth returned to her body, flooding every inch of her with white hot rage that jumbled the remaining thoughts in her mind.

Rationality vanished as she reached for the closest object on her desk and hurled it across the room, smashing it into the wall behind the couch. One stapler, gone. Then a mug, a day planner, and then a computer monitor. Whatever appeared in her hand was sent flying into the area around the couch. And finally, one struck home, crashing into the coffee table and sending things flying. Glass, snacks, all of it.

Michelle showed no signs of stopping, though, completely out of control. Coffee table be damned. Snacks be damned. Jocelyn be damned!

But just as she prepared to add another victim to her office-supply death count, strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Firm, warm arms that made her feel safe, followed by a tight embrace and hot breath against her ear. She almost went limp. Almost.

“N-No. Release me!” Michelle cried out, though the sobbing that followed undermined her attempt at sounding demanding. She didn’t even manage to continue struggling, only flailing about a few times before the energy left her body and her crying intensified.

“Why…” She sniffled, her head lowered as she tried her best to avoid looking at the woman embracing her. “Why in the hell… did you come back?” Soft sobs as she tried to control herself made it difficult for her to speak, but she managed, even if it was with a strained voice.

“Just get lost…” Michelle said, starting to cry harder after saying it, especially as Jocelyn did her best to calm her down. She couldn’t even put up a fight as Jocelyn took the keyboard away, officially pardoning the object and returning it to the desk unharmed.

Even then, Jocelyn didn’t leave, only gentle holding her, hands roaming ever so softly over her body. Between the warm touch and scent she longed for night after night, her hysterics calmed. All that remained was sniffling and the occasional sharp intake of breath as Michelle struggled to completely level out.

Soon, only breathing remained. Michelle calmed down, and Jocelyn remained still, holding in an embrace she never wanted to leave. And just as Michelle expected everything to come to an end… a kick. As if to display its might and remind the noisy ones of its existence, the tiny life inside her stomach lashed out through the belly and into the hand above, not sparing either of them. Fierce!

Even the breathing seemed to stop. And in that moment of silence, true sorrow appeared.

“We’re having a baby.” Michelle stood still, her voice still strained. “I never imagined I would have a child after everything I endured growing up. I always thought I’d fail as a mother, so it was the furthest thing from my mind.”

Michelle’s shaking hand traveled up and pressed against the hand Jocelyn had resting on her stomach, fingers nervously testing the waters.

“But when I found out, I felt nothing but excitement. My heart leaped in my chest and butterflies filled my stomach.” She stopped, swallowing a nervous lump before continuing, “Then I panicked. I was lying to you. I lied about my name and altered my appearance, all for the sake of an elaborate revenge against the man who made my life a living hell.”

“Somewhere along the way I fell in love, and despite every part of me knowing it would end this way, in heartbreak, I couldn’t pull away. You were my happiness. The happiness I found after a lifetime of thinking such a thing didn’t exist for me.”

Michelle stopped speaking for a time, wondering if any of what she was saying even mattered. She didn’t deserve forgiveness or understanding. She didn’t deserve anything, yet here she was, once more filled with a small shred of undeserved and foolish hope.

“So, I did something I knew would hurt you to remain by your side and enjoy that happiness a bit longer. I kept lying. And when the dust settled, I couldn’t face what I did and ran away.”

Michelle finally turned her head enough to look at Jocelyn, her eyes red and lip trembling as she did her best to speak clearly.

“I’m a coward, Jocelyn. Always have been. Remember when we were young and things were so innocent? Then we grew up… and I chose to turn my back simply because I was told to. And in high school, I just watched, afraid of what might happen to me if I stepped forward.”

Right, her betrayals seemed to be more than one. As a young girl, her father refused to let her associate with those of lesser blood, and she accepted it. Then, later, after the beatings started, she continued to obey. She went along with her pureblood peers and entrenched herself in the disgusting society of people who thought themselves better because of something so arbitrary.

By the time someone finally noticed a problem, she no longer had the will to accept their help. She still remembered that, too. The first person to see the scars now buried beneath her tattoos and suspect something. “And when you extended a hand to save me, and I pushed you away.And now...” Repeating the cycle. A coward through and through.

Silence returned, and after a few breaths, Michelle leaned up and kissed Jocelyn. Her clammy lips weren’t much to feel, but they carried all the bundled up emotion inside of her.

“But I’m a coward who loves you. A coward who deserves nothing but wants everything. Your flirtatious words. Your gaze. Your touch. Your love. I don’t just want you to be someone in my life. Please, Jocelyn. Please.”

Her voice faded as she spoke until it reached a pleading whisper, her last word practically inaudible. Then she turned her eyes away, her head lowering as she lost the courage to look into Jocelyn’s eyes. Even her body stiffened, readying itself for the answer to come.
 
Jocelyn braced herself, ready for a fist to the face now that Michelle's hands were free of office supplies. She remembered stories of Arlann flinging Mara into walls when the pregnancy mood swings became too much, and now figured that Michelle would take some of her anger out on the closest thing which was now her. But the punch never came. Instead, Jocelyn was met with a teary, sniffly, mess of a pregnant CEO who was demanding she get lost. Pfft! As if the heiress actually did things people told her to! Michelle was going to be stuck with her until Jocelyn thought it was a good time to leave on her own.

"I came back cause…you know…" You're kinda being a crazy person right now. "It's not good to….to have the baby under this sort of stress," Jocelyn struggled to edit herself, not wanting to upset Michelle further; she always spoke so freely around her peers that installing a filter now was quite difficult. But she was trying her best to make things better, mostly for the sake of the baby and it's mother's health.

If not for the hand resting on top of hers, Jocelyn would have recoiled at the sudden pressure against her palm. There was a thing in there!!! It was alive! It moved! Some horror movies were built on this exact premise of something trying to escape the body! And yet here Michelle was, talking about the miracle of life while Jocelyn tried not to appear too terrified. It wasn't that she didn't like kids or didn't want them. It was just…not in her five year plan. Or her ten year plan. All this time she had been projecting that her mid thirties would be the time when she would be ready to start a family.

She had to be ready now.

Right now.

Fuck, she wasn't ready.

Michelle continued on, pouring her heart out and trying to explain a few things. Jocelyn was still shell shocked from the tiny foot that had just assaulted her hand.

"You were just a kid," Jocelyn mumbled after awhile, echoing a sentiment that Mara had brutally reminded her of in high school. While a teenage Jocelyn had been lamenting the loss of several of her friends, Mara was quick to point out they were just kids…they couldn't afford to disobey their parents and risk getting disowned or cut off. It was just the way things were. So while it had felt like someone had ripped her heart out when Michelle went away, she had been able to chalk it all up to 'that's just the way things are.' At the end of the day, family tended to be a more reliable support than the maybe-not-maybe-girlfriend Jocelyn had been.

What was she supposed to be now? Michelle admitted that she loved her, that her original intention had not been malicious - fucking stupid and cowardly - but not malicious. That she was both excited and scared about being a mom and wanted Jocelyn in her life. But where did that all leave Jocelyn? An explanation didn't fix the wound in the wolf's heart or the anger she felt. She had come here thinking that roaring her grievances at Michelle would give her some semblance of closure, but that wasn't happening… And now she had this burden to shoulder…this responsibility of a child….

"I…" Jocelyn sighed, resigned to a fate that was becoming inevitable. This baby was coming whether she fought or not. And Michelle was offering herself to her, whether she was ready to forgive her or not. "You make it exceedingly difficult to yell at you."

"I'm still very angry with you, Michelle. Furious. The most angry I have ever been at one person in my entire life - and that is quite the achievement," Jocelyn stopped, took a breath and exhaled before she started to fly off the handle. She had spent this time calming Michelle down, it would do no good to rile the pregnant one up again. "….but. I'm angry because you hurt me. And I'm hurt because I guess…I really liked you. Loved you maybe, even. I mean. I was supposed to be with a very pretty mage tonight and I just couldn't… I couldn't because of -you- and the thought of your stupid perfect smile and your - mmph!" Jocelyn let out a huff of surprise as she was suddenly pounced upon with a passionate kiss and greedy hands.

Michelle spared her having to talk things out further by offering make up sex. She swept the few remaining objects off her desk (sending the poor keyboard Jocelyn had been trying to save crashing to the floor). Jocelyn was quick to hike up Michelle's skirt and then push her back onto the desk so that she'd sit down. Feverish kisses were trailed down her lover's neck as she sank to her knees, giving the other wolf no chance to fight her on position or who was going to go first. Even though Michele wasn't all that pregnant, Jocelyn's wolf still drove her to want to take care of their mate.

Of course when Jocelyn finally became nestled between Michelle's legs, she chose to be an absolute brat about it. They had countless little office flings towards the end of their relationship; whirlwind affairs where Michelle ended up clinging to her desk while she was fucked from behind for a quick orgasm. Even in this position, Jocelyn would normally rip Michelle's panties to the side and get down to business…but this time was different. This time, the scorned little alpha thought mouthing her lover's swollen slit through her drenched panties would be adequate torture for all the things she had done. Her touch was muted this way, denying Michelle the proper feel of her soft lips and velvety tongue.
 
Oh no! Mommy is crazy, and now she’s seen it!

The first thing Michelle thought after pouring her heart out was that her crazy was out in the open. Now Jocelyn knew, and whether that was a good or bad thing, she couldn’t tell. At the very least, the alpha hadn’t pushed her away. Plus, apparently… maybe just a little… Jocelyn still cared for her.

Jocelyn returned because she was worried. Maybe worried that she was insane and going to hurt herself or implode on the spot, but worried nonetheless. And… well, she didn’t scream in terror when the baby kicked. Knowing Jocelyn as well as she did, she expected more audible terror.

And she didn’t blame me for what happened back then. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk about it.

But she did talk about other things, like how she… had loved her. Probably. Past tense. No, maybe still. If she gave up a sure thing for her… Michelle refused to abandon the little bit of hope still smoldering inside her chest. The pregnant wolf felt like she might drown if she didn’t cling to it; if she accepted that it was over between them.

That thought prompted the sudden kiss. Followed by nervous muttering and silence, then more desperation. Finally, Michelle found herself passionately taking Jocelyn’s lips, no longer capable of waiting for an answer Jocelyn might not be ready to give her. Perhaps even afraid that the silence might end with an answer she didn’t want to hear. It was better to just make her own answer.

Michelle knew she made the right choice by the way Jocelyn instinctively responded. Before everything went to shit, their chemistry brought them together, and it was still there. All Michelle had to do was get things started, and it quickly developed into a whirlwind.

Right. We were never good at talking or thinking. But we’re good at this.

Michelle almost smiled as she shoved everything off her desk between hungry kisses, too impatient to find a less cluttered spot or salvage her office supplies.

“Ah! Jocelyn!” Michelle finally let out a cheerful laugh as the alpha hiked up her skirt and placed her on the desk. Gods, it felt like forever since she just… let loose. Always working or struggling to untangle some ball of stress or another. It felt amazing, as did the kisses Jocelyn trailed down her neck and even further south.

“So eager~” Michelle cooed, looking down as Jocelyn got to work, her eyes full of affection that soon made way for desire.

But Jocelyn refused to make things easy, quickly getting her eager and ready but taking her sweet time immediately after. She teased her! Even her panties remained in place, dulling the pleasure she desperately craved.

At first, the pregnant alpha tried to endure it. But the longer Jocelyn tormented her, the more frustrated she became. Then, at a certain point, long after realizing Jocelyn was purposefully getting back at her, she broke, starting to whimper and beg. Damn it. Some things never changed.

Jocelyn seemed pleased, though she didn’t immediately give Michelle what she wanted. Even as the pregnant alpha begged her, she continued to tease, only turning her efforts up a notch; just enough to finally push an out-of-practice Michelle over the edge and into her first orgasm.

What happened next… wasn’t much. They continued to fool around, but the ruined office and limited space didn’t let them do too much. The pregnancy didn’t help, either. Sharp glass from a broken table and things scattered about might have been fine for two reckless lovers, but with a third in the mix, they needed to be careful.

But Michelle refused to let things fizzle out. Not when she finally had Jocelyn in front of her and not screaming or angry! So, she ended up mustering up every ounce of courage left and invited Jocelyn to her place, adding a few nuzzles and kisses to make sure Jocelyn did as little thinking as possible. That wouldn’t do them any good.

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Unfortunately, Michelle completely forgot about the state of her place, which lay somewhere between messy and disastrous. Not dirty — she refused to ever let it be dirty — but there was clear evidence that she spent very little time at home, including a decent bit of laundry and a few things out of place in what normally stood as a perfectly, perhaps even neurotically, neat apartment.

Not that either of them took the time to look around. The ride over proved difficult enough, with Michelle’s hands being awfully naughty, so they didn’t even make it to the door before they started going at one another again. And once they made it inside, all bets were off.

Michelle immediately started removing Jocelyn’s clothes. The shirt her assistant left outside the office, clearly having heard what was going on inside? Gone! Sexy bra meant for some slut? Ripped! Definitely not on purpose. Nothing escaped her deft hands as she did her best to reveal every inch of the gorgeous alpha.

Jocelyn didn’t let her off, either, ending with both of them practically stripped bare by the time they reached the bedroom.

And that was when horror struck. Just as they pushed their way inside, kissing and pawing at one another like two horny teens, Michelle remembered something. On her bedside table, plain as day, sat a picture of Jocelyn.

Immediately, Michelle felt the urge to break away and dash for the table, hiding the thing from sight and preserving what little dignity she had left. But that wouldn’t work. No way would Jocelyn just gloss over that bit of nonsense and go back to devouring her. Nope. No way. Not a chance.

Michelle nervously glanced over again, trying her best to respond and enjoy the moment like someone not staring across the room. She even subtly turned them to keep Jocelyn from seeing it, slowly making her way over to the bed like a crafty spy. She had to hide it, to grab it and fling it somewhere out of sight. Perhaps, if she were lucky, she could snag it as they reached the bed and shove it somewhere else before Jocelyn noticed. Yeah, that would work. If not, well, she’d just have to kill her to avoid the humiliation. Yep, that.
 
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Eager? Eager?!?!?!? Jocelyn would show Michelle who's eager!

The wolf smirked a bit to herself, reminded of the first time they hooked up; Elle had thought she had the upper hand then too. Now, just like that first time, Jocelyn was proving one didn't need to be the biggest, strongest, or the best pedigree-est alpha in order to be the top. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time before Michelle was reduced to whining and begging for release, yet Jocelyn didn't relent. While their desperation was shared, she made sure to shine a light on just how particularly needy Michelle was by continuing to toy with her. The cloth barrier helped make the little alpha more insistent with her tongue, lapping feverishly because she couldn't quite manage any sort of finesse with the fabric in the way.

Michelle crying out to the ceiling had Jocelyn grinning against her sex. She peppered the soaked cotton with kisses and lighter licks to ease her down from her high. Hmmph. Let's see any stupid suitor come around here again ! Jocelyn appeared extra smug as she popped her head up to look at a panting, disheveled lover. Everyone on the floor had surely heard what they were up to and rumors would be flying around soon. Surely no one would be stupid enough to pursue Michelle, knowing Jocelyn had gone so far as to fuck her in her office.

At her lover's urging, she climbed up her body for kisses. But although she wasn't particularly heavy and Michelle wasn't super pregnant, Jocelyn was nervous around her belly. Some movement was in order; the only real safe place was the floor by the desk. She tried to do the chivalrous thing of letting Michelle lay on top of her, but the floor was freezing! "Nnnfgh!!" Jocelyn let out a surprised squeak as her overheated skin hit the tile.

Alright, so the floor wasn't going to work.

But Michelle had a better idea: her place. Maybe if Jocelyn wasn't almost on month three of no sex, she'd be more apprehensive about going somewhere so intimate…but as it was, she was pretty damn focused on getting laid.


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Moving from the office to an apartment was taking entirely too long. Jocelyn's hands couldn't behave themselves…neither could her lips and teeth. The only thing keeping her from ripping off all of Michelle's clothes and doing as she pleased was the small spaces they were trapped in. The backseat of a car and an elevator didn't allow for much room to strip down and pounce.

But finally, FINALLY they stumbled their way inside Michelle's apartment. Jocelyn barely registered her surroundings, just that there were now horizontal surfaces available for her to toss her lover onto. She almost launched herself onto Michelle so that she could get her on the couch, but was stopped by strong hands ripping her clothes to bits.

"Grrrr…that was one of my favorite bras!" Jocelyn gave a punishing nip to the petulant pregnant one that had ripped one of the straps of her bra. She had really liked that one!! …and it had been one of her more expensive pieces. It was rare that Jocelyn resorted to donning a seven hundred dollar lingerie set, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Michelle all but yanked her into the bedroom once she was naked, and Jocelyn did her best to strip her equally impatient lover along the way. The sight of familiar, bare skin had her mouth watering as the wolf remembered all the places she liked to lick. If not for the sudden shift in Michelle's demeanor - from wanton to furtive - Jocelyn would have devoured her on the spot.

Suddenly she was ready to be outraged. Had Michelle spotted something left over from a previous lover?! Was there a gift? A trophy? A used sex toy?!?!?!? What was laying about that had her change so suddenly?! She followed her ex's gaze, brow furrowed and body tense as though she was ready to get into a screaming match…but what greeted her eyes was something that made her jaw drop.

Jocelyn stared at the framed picture on Michelle's night stand. It was the two of them by the fireplace at her mothers' during Yule. She remembered Arlann had been so excited to get photographic evidence of one of Jocelyn's relationships (one that wasn't on a tabloid cover.) As embarrassing as it had been to have her mother fuss over them, she had to admit that the two lovers in the photo looked incredibly happy.

Michelle had kept it…gone so far as to print out a copy and frame itzzz

It was sweet.

…And it made Jocelyn feel like even more of a dumbass that she hadn't seen past that disguise.

The longer she stared at the picture, the more feelings she had to contend with. A flood of memories she didn't want to deal with started to crop up. In typical Jocelyn fashion, she avoided them, instead trying to focus on something superficial in the here and now. It wasn't hard to point her attention towards Michelle's embarrassment. That was something easy, something uncomplicated, something she knew she could easily run with.

"So…you kept a picture of us by your bed, huh," Jocelyn grinned as she turned her bright eyes on Michelle. She prowled a few steps forward, enough to force the other wolf back and onto the bed. "And thought of me, I assume, of this…" she motioned between them.

"Why don't you show me just how you've been taking care of yourself without me, hmm?" Even though it was posed as a question, there was no mistaking one of Jocelyn's commands. She moved to sit by the foot of the bed, eyes expectant, obviously wanting a show. If Michele wanted to be ravished, she was going to have to pay with some of her dignity.
 
“I have to kill you now.” Michelle uttered, mortified despite Jocelyn’s attempt to turn the evidence of lingering sentiment into something sexual.

Obviously, Michelle didn’t buy it — that Jocelyn could possibly think it wasn’t proof of her pathetic attachment to a memory that, as the alpha pointed out previously, was a complete lie. Even if it was one of the happiest moments of her entire life… It was still a lie. Gods, Arlann had to hate her as well.

The only thing that pulled her back was Jocelyn’s demand, as well as the hint of panic in her expression. Clearly, she wasn’t the only one who would prefer to keep the complicated bits buried deep. So, that was what she decided to do, swallowing the emotions trying to climb up her throat and to her nose.

Bottle it up. Like always.

It might as well be her comfort zone, on the border of truth and lies. She wanted to be with Jocelyn, even if part of her wanted to cuddle more than she wanted sex, as insane as the words sounded, even while restricted to her mind.

“Right here?” Michelle asked, tearing away from everything else and asking a question she already knew the answer to. She even tried to put on a nervous look, as if that was precisely what she was afraid the picture would lead to. As if Jocelyn had her right where she wanted her.

The predatory grin and firm nod that followed left no further room for discussion. Michelle was sure trying to wiggle her way out of it would only lead to some angry growling and a punishment far more embarrassing than putting on a performance. She had no choice.

“Fine. But… I-I’m still going to kill you. Just… After.”

Right. Definitely. Kill her. Or maybe just herself. Gods.

But it wasn’t the first time Michelle tossed her dignity aside. In her relationship with Jocelyn, it just didn’t seem so important. She rebutted, resisted, and acted rough, but at the end of the day, Michelle was a willing prisoner. A very, very willing prisoner.

The pregnant alpha only needed to act in a way that said otherwise, showing just enough reluctance to be enticing as she shed the remaining vestiges of clothing that included a slightly wet pair of panties she flicked toward Jocelyn.

The reluctance paired well with the hint of heat on her cheeks from very real embarrassment, which only intensified as she crawled onto the bed and got comfortable.

Then, like a budding flower, Michelle exposed herself, legs spreading to reveal the dewy petals within.

As seductive as she wanted to be, it left Michelle vulnerable. For the first time, she laid herself bare for Jocelyn as herself. The same tattoos, the same succulent flesh, the same proportions, but a new face. Well, a familiar face, but one revealed under new circumstances.

Fortunately, when her eyes met Jocelyn’s, the alpha seemed anything but disturbed. All Michelle saw was desire, perhaps mixed with some impatience as she waited for the show she demanded.

Michelle chewed on her lip as she held back a smile, turning her head away as if embarrassed to hide it.

She couldn’t keep Jocelyn waiting, though. After spending a few seconds to gather herself, Michelle finally started moving, her hand snaking down between her legs where wetness continued to gather, betraying her arousal.

“Jocelyn,” she moaned, slowly speaking the alpha’s name as she started to rub circles. Jocelyn wanted to see how she did it — how she pleasured herself to the picture. So, she showed her.

Michelle continued to rub herself slowly while moaning Jocelyn’s name. But instead of looking over at the picture — something she would never, ever admit to doing — she looked at the real thing, watery eyes begging for attention as she continued to put on a show. One that quickly started to escalate as Jocelyn’s heated gaze sent electricity through her body.

She began to lose control, her hips starting to roll in tandem with her fingers as they circled and rubbed. She was breathing harder now, flushed and damp and panting as she pushed against the mattress, determined to make her orgasm come quicker and fulfill Jocelyn’s desire. Only then could she entice the alpha to do more than watch.

Moments later, Michelle exploded, crying out as her body shook and trembled, the pleasure so intense she thought it might be her last. Her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted, and a moan escaped her throat as she climaxed.

It took some time for Michelle to come down from the high and catch her breath.

Gods. How long has it been since I came like this?

It felt good. Really good. But she wanted more.

“That was… Wow…” Michelle groaned, shuddering in happiness as she licked her lips and looked over at Jocelyn with a lustful gaze.

“Care to join me now?”
 
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Jocelyn let out a huff of disbelief at the death threat. Elle had been a puppy dog: all bark and no bite. Pureblood alpha as she was, she had always given a token struggle to save some face before willingly submitting to whatever Jocelyn desired. But…the little heiress supposed this was different. Elle had been beneath her in social standing as well as employment; submission (or at least a begrudging respect) was expected. Michelle was her equal; not in bloodline but at least in social status… Michelle had every right to posture and fight for control… Guh. It was all so confusing; she barely knew how to behave. It was hard to reconcile Jocelyn's memories of a high school Michelle, her experiences with a too good to be true Elle, and now the stranger in front of her.

For a moment she thought that this would be like taking a new lover - slowly dancing around limits and desires. But, as embarrassing as this all was, Michelle yielded almost immediately, falling in to old habits. Evidently she still trusted that her submission would be rewarded; she was right to do so of course because Jocelyn took her role as top very seriously.

Michelle did not disappoint as her long legs spread wide, offering Jocelyn a perfect view of satiny folds, coated with slick and begging to be licked or fucked. Her name was soon uttered, ears perking at how it fell from Michelle's lips. Gods, two seconds into the show and she was just about ready to start drooling or start pouncing in an effort to hear her name cried out over and over again. (Of course she would never admit it, but she missed this terribly).

But…what would be the fun if she broke so soon? Her wolf was ready, eyes glittering gold, the animal inside obviously wanting out after months without sex (and after months without seeing it's mate). The rational side wanted to build this up further though, to make this day something to be truly savored after going so long without.

"This is what's embarrassing for you?" Jocelyn arched a slender brow, a cocky little smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth as she peeled her eyes away from that mouthwatering sex, just to observe Michelle's scarlet blush. "Need I remind you of the time you absolutely ruined your panties at work from giving me a blowjob? And it wasn't even a magi-tech cock…it was a regular dildo I couldn't even feel." As flexible of a top as she was, even -she- couldn't bring herself to do something so depraved as sucking on a piece of lifeless silicone. Of course she really appreciated the visual and had cum from Elle's enthusiastic service, but there was no way Jocelyn would ever sink to that level.

"Or how about the time you came from just a spanking and a buttplug?" Well it was probably unfair to reduce the entire experience down to a red bottom and a little anal penetration…. Jocelyn had put Elle over her knees that day, spanking her rear until it was bright red and hypersensitive. Then toyed with her tight hole until she was relaxed and would accept a plug without difficulty. By the time Jocelyn had pressed the cool metal plug to Elle's thoroughly teased hole, she had cum on the spot. "Mmm…and then I seem to remember you carrying on like a banshee that evening with both your holes stuffed full…" Jocelyn grinned at the memory. She had fucked Elle with her black strap that night - the one that bordered on being too big.

Reliving old memories and furiously rubbing at her own clit soon had Michelle bucking and crying out Jocelyn's name. The alpha felt a shiver of delight run through her as she watched, her own core throbbing in sympathy to Michelle's.

Fuck, she wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hair and ride her face to get a little relief.

Soon…soon… she tried to soothe the wolf.

"Once more," Jocelyn growled out, her tone edged with authority, letting Michelle know she better get back to torturing that cute little clit of hers if she knew what was good for her.

This time, she did help though. One finger, then another soon thrust into tight, clinging silk. The wolf was fairly adept at finding the swollen spot on Michelle's front wall to manipulate, the one that would have her toes curling and eyes rolling back into her head with a particularly good orgasm. For all her gruffness and impatience, Jocelyn was lazily massaging the tender flesh, thrusting her fingers without any sense of urgency even though she recognized that Michelle was now soaked, swollen, and probably needed a second orgasm soon. "Ah ah. Keep playing with yourself. I'm not going to do all of this for you."

Her glittering eyes stayed glued to the blur of Michelle's hand, the wolf was huffing, mouth watering from the scent of sex, muscles tight with the urge to pounce. The wolf hated the magical side, hated the way it made them suffer when their mate was -right here- spread naked, crying out to the ceiling when she should be screaming with her face down in the bedsheets like a good submissive bitch-

So then go, take her if you want her so badly.

With a snarl, the wolf snapped. Jocelyn was urging Michelle to flip over and present herself before her ears and tail had even finished coming out. Never in the entire time that they had been together had Jocelyn's wolf been as out of control as it was now: hauling Michelle up by the hips and immediately ramming her newly formed cock straight into the most amazing silken heat she had ever fucked. "Mine!" the wolf snarled, so wild her voice was slightly garbled with a growl. "Mine. Mine to fuck. No more suitors. You are my mate and -I- am the only one who is going to fuck this tight little cunt from now on."

Jocelyn would probably regret the things her wolf said later (not only because it was full of commitment, but was also revealing her fears that Michelle had been sleeping with other people), but she was too busy thoroughly enjoying the feel of a familiar body under hers. The pureblood might be a little softer now that she was pregnant (and for all her huffing and puffing, the smaller alpha did take a delicate hold of her hips, conscious of being so close to her belly), but Jocelyn still admired the muscles of her back and the tattoos of Michelle's clan.

Her hips snapped forward at a brutal pace, selfishly chasing her own orgasm. Not only did she crave the pleasure, but she also wanted to mark what was hers. There was no doubt that Michelle would be marked by her scent, her mark, and her teeth by the end of the night.
 
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Michelle threatened Jocelyn, growling and acting tough, but it was because of embarrassment. Elle was... her. Very little differed between the two, but it was still a mask, and it was one that allowed her to hide and act confident even when she wasn't. Maybe that was the biggest difference between "Elle" and "Michelle" - confidence.

Fortunately, it only lasted a moment before affection and instinct took control, pushing her to skip a few ridiculous attempts at lying and just admit that she wanted it, even if only through action. That led to this, and they soon fell into old rhythms. Michelle obeyed, trying to seduce and impress, and Jocelyn teased, uttering playful, humiliating words to get a rise from her. She reminded Michelle of the heights of her debauchery, of the things she did under the guise of Elle - of the things that fueled her desire in the time since their parting.

"I... I only acted that way because of you," Michelle said with a whine, clearly blaming Jocelyn for her shameful ways. But it was her fault! Only Jocelyn brought that side out of her, coaxing it so skillfully that the alpha felt as if she had no control over herself. Or maybe it was just the attraction drawing her in, making her pliable and ready to do anything for Jocelyn's attention. Even without the mind-numbing pleasure, Michelle wouldn't be able to resist her. So she definitely couldn’t now.

Jocelyn did not plan on letting her be, either. She demanded more, for Michelle to continue touching herself right before her eyes. At least this time Jocelyn helped, fingers quickly delving inside and finding the sweet spot that drove Michelle wild. However, the touch and pleasure came at a torturous pace, which only made Michelle more desperate for release. The slow thrusts and unhurried actions were unbearable, forcing Michelle to seek her own pleasure.

But Michelle wasn't the only one struggling. Jocelyn's self-control also found its limits, and just as Michelle began to whine and whimper - so very close to begging - Jocelyn snapped.

Michelle's body reacted on instinct, moving with Jocelyn in a coordinated dance that saw her on her hands and knees awaiting penetration. And Jocelyn was anything but patient, wasting no time as she rammed her cock inside Michelle's silken folds. It sent a spike of pleasure running through the pregnant alpha as she immediately began to pant and flush with desire. Every part of her wanted it, and her wolf was particularly vocal.

"Yours!" Michelle moaned, pressing back against Jocelyn as the brutal fucking continued. "Yours! Yours alone!" She gripped the sheets tightly as she thrashed and bucked from every hard thrust. Ever since they reunited as adults, Michelle had been enamored with Jocelyn, and no one else had entered her eyes. The crush from long ago rekindled, and she had no desire to belong to anyone else, even temporarily.

Michelle's submission seemed to ignite Jocelyn's passion further, and from that point on, it all became a tangled blur. Orgasm after orgasm followed, with Jocelyn filling her completely, claiming every inch of Michelle's softness. They rutted like beasts, never breaking their movements for a second, even as they twisted into a new position. The pounding was so harsh at times that the mattress started to give under the force of their bodies colliding over it again and again. By the end, there was nothing left but sweaty flesh glued together as pleasure built up once more.

Then… the biggest climax yet. The release washed away all thoughts and feelings, leaving only pure bliss behind, and it felt as if the power of this release caused them both to be carried by its wave. The sound of their screams mingling into a beautiful symphony of lustful pleasure, and they were still panting as the orgasms slowly faded.

The bed creaked as they tried to regain their balance, only for Jocelyn to collapse gingerly on top of Michelle, remembering to be gentle even at the peak of pleasure. Even then, she soon turned on her side with an arm draped across the other wolf's stomach, earning a gentle kiss on the lips from Michelle. Her mate was so caring, even if it was her fault Michelle would be sore tomorrow.

"You are mine," Jocelyn muttered quietly, brushing hair out of Michelle's face. "My mate."

They were the words of a half-conscious woman, and they barely entered Michelle's ears as she struggled against exhaustion. But those few words meant everything. She mumbled a soft affirmation in response without opening her drooping eyes or moving otherwise from where she lay. Then, when she felt warm breath caress along her neck, she turned around and pushed her body into Jocelyn's embrace, only then allowing herself to drift off to the sweet oblivion of dreams.
 
Yielding to her wolf was not something that Jocelyn did often - or ever, really. She found the lack of control unsettling and so embraced the half mage roots that gave her exceptional control over the ancient, feral consciousness that shared her mind. But now the rational bit found itself drowning in a tempest of raw need, unable to form any coherent thought and just spiraling out into a hurricane of lust.

Almost lost her… Almost lost our pup… The wolf snarled angrily, furious at itself for allowing other suitors to come sniffing around. Big, stupid, unworthy suitors!! No one can take care of our mate as well as we can! No one! Her grip tightened, fingers digging into Michelle's hips as she sought leverage so that she could pound into her harder. She would show them! Show them all! A well fucked Michelle would reek of her scent and be covered in her marks by the time she was through. And the wolf would do this again! Every day! Every hour of every day if she had to in order to keep interlopers away!

Michelle's actions didn't help slow down the wolf's spiral either. She presented herself willingly, not balking at Jocelyn's silent demands like a good alpha would. And to just put the wolf into more of a frenzy, she bucked and thrashed and carried on as if she were in heat. "My good girl, my good needy bitch," the wolf crooned her praise as Michelle showed off her eagerness. "You've missed being bent over and begging, haven't you," Jocelyn's wolf couldn't help but be smug at how quickly the other alpha submit to her, even going so far as to cry out 'Yours!'

The lewd sounds of their moans and bodies colliding filled the room and leaked through the walls; surely Michelle's neighbors would soon know what a depraved slut she was as Jocelyn fucked her to orgasm again and again. She could barely keep track of her own climaxes, pausing only ever to shift their position slightly. Over and over again, she filled Michelle's trembling sex until she was sure it was hers and hers alone.

Finally, exhausted, sweaty, and hypersensitive, Jocelyn collapsed on top of her lover. Her ears slowly reverted back to her human ones, and her cock and tail receded back into her body. She managed to roll herself off of Michelle after a minute or two of being stuck to her, but still stayed close, snuggling up against her mate.

"You are mine," Jocelyn mumbled; too drained to force her mouth to articulate the words correctly, "My mate," the wolf muttered, then promptly fell asleep.

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Jocelyn woke in the middle of the night from the roar of her stomach and the desert in her mouth. Bleary eyes focused on an alarm clock that read 1:45AM.

Everything hurt. Her head. Her legs. Her butt. Her abs. All the things were either sore from exertion or throbbing from dehydration.

As carefully as she could, she disentangled herself from Michelle and stumbled off. All the muscles that were only used in vigorous sex were weak, causing her to wobble as she tried to find food and water. She managed to make her way to Michelle's kitchen without knocking anything over or turning on a light, and clumsily searched for a glass and sustenance.

Even after she ate and drank her fill, she stood there, staring at a half full glass of water and an empty takeout container, a little more awake now. A restless part of her wanted to leave in the dead of night - she was in far too deep. Michelle was pregnant. Jocelyn had fucked her senseless and probably ruined any chance of her finding happiness with a more emotionally stable person. She should just go! She was making things ridiculously difficult for the both of them.

…But the wolf kept them rooted in place.

Running away wouldn't stop what was coming, and it would only distress the person they were supposed to be taking care of.

Jocelyn let out a huff, then grabbed another glass to fill up with water for Michelle.
 
Michelle lived her entire life with her wolf, and in that time, she gained an intimate understanding of its wants and needs. They were her own, just raw and unfiltered by the logic and upbringing that guided her day-to-day choices. But for all her knowledge of that primal side of herself, never had she experienced such hunger and desire for anything like she did for Jocelyn.

The intense, unfamiliar waves of emotion were the very same that had led to so many poor choices since their reunion. Like rip currents at low tide, they pulled Michelle under, stealing away her breath and making it impossible to do more than flail and struggle before ultimately surrendering.

It started simply, lust and passion erupting, sending them flying into one another’s arms. Then came affection, playful at first, almost juvenile. They came to like one another enough to verbally spar and seek shelter from the exhaustion of their lives. It all seemed fine then, comforting. Then dependence.

Neither of them realized it at first, and even when Michelle did, she denied it. But at a certain point, Jocelyn became the silver lining of her cloudiest days. The shining ray that gave her warmth and melted the icy shell built around her heart after years of abuse and hopelessness.

At that point, the lies became truly terrifying. As did the pregnancy.

Yet, what was truly terrifying was the hope that things weren’t over. That maybe Jocelyn cared about her enough to forgive, even if not to forget.

Words might have been a more effective way to get the point across, but words often failed Michelle. She could cut into someone with pointed sentences, but explaining herself to Jocelyn? Sex was easier.

Seduction, moaning, and begging led their conversation, and then, the primal beasts inside reared their heads once more. The same thing that got them into the whole mess worked hard to get them out of it. So. Very. Hard.

Jocelyn’s body pressed down on her as the other wolf attempted to grasp every ounce of control it could. Each powerful thrust and deep throaty growl coaxed a moan or whimper from Michelle’s lips, and with each orgasm she reinforced her claim.

Even when it became too much for Michelle to endure, it continued, and by the end of it, the muscles in her legs were quivering weakly, and she was struggling to stay conscious. Every inch of her throbbed, pushed to the limit and hypersensitive. Fortunately, between exhaustion and the comfort of Jocelyn’s warmth snuggled against her, Michelle didn’t have to savor it for long. She barely even managed a final “your mate” before passing out in the afterglow of multi-orgasmic bliss.

—

At some point during the pregnancy, Michelle stopped sleeping through the night. It was a source of exhaustion, but more than that, it was an annoyance. It often came with the need to rush to the restroom, her entire body rebelling against her desire to sleep peacefully, perhaps some natural preparation for what would come once the baby arrived.

Regardless of the cosmic purpose of her suffering, it was a reliable enemy she fought nearly every night, and it had no mercy on her that night.

Woken up with the familiar urge, Michelle rolled over with a whine, her entire body throbbing as she did. Yet, her foggy mind still heavy with sleepiness completely skipped over her nightly activities when deciding what decisions to make.

Michelle managed to make it to the bathroom, not even opening her eyes fully as she stumbled her way into the hall and across the cold tile without daring to touch a single light. However, returning ended up being a different matter.

The relief of completing the task seemed enough to sober Michelle just enough for her mind and body to recall their state. Her mind instantly went over what happened before she passed out, and although not one to be embarrassed, Michelle’s face turned a light shade of red.

Still, it wasn’t all positive. She woke up, and Jocelyn was gone. Even if she half expected it, Michelle found herself disappointed. Sad.

But her body gave her little time to think, only letting her get back into the hall before it sent a sharp reminder of her condition. Michelle yelped as her legs started to give, barely managing to use the wall to lower herself down safely as her legs turned to jelly.

Almost at the same time, tears started to form in her eyes, a feeling of helplessness welling up inside the alpha. “Stupid legs. Stupid, stupid legs. Stupid Jocelyn,” Michelle whined, her head hanging low as she gently hammered her sensitive leg, the pins and needles she was feeling only tingling all the more as she did.
 
Jocelyn's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps padding along the hallway. She froze, unsure of what to do because it was pitch black and she was standing in the kitchen like a creep. The steps didn't come any closer though, just went across the hallway and soon came the soft sound of Michelle using the bathroom. Alright…just gotta sneak back into the bed before she notices and I startle her. Michelle had probably been too half asleep to even notice whether or not Jocelyn had been asleep; or was hopefully at least tired enough to not question it if the alpha just magically appeared back in bed. It took some focusing, but she managed to convince her legs to be stealthy AND set Michelle's water down on her night stand without a peep.

She was just about to sneakily slide back under the covers when she heard a yelp. The wolf immediately rushed out, nearly tripping over a pair of someone's discarded piece of clothing in her haste to check on Michelle. By now her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could make out her poor pitiful lover's form as a crumpled up mass on the floor.

Stupid me?! What the fuck did I do?!?!! It took EVERY ounce of self control Jocelyn had to not start shouting. She was tired. She was uncomfortable (both physically and emotionally). She was probably going through a little bit of withdrawal from the massive bender that had lead up to her drunkenly storming Michelle's company. So she was in no mood for name calling!!!

With a soft growl and glare so Michelle knew she heard her, the wolf padded closer and knelt down next to the teary pregnant one.

"Here…let me see…" Jocelyn softened, just a little bit, as she reached out to touch the leg Michelle was pounding on. She directed the other wolf to extend the leg and prop it up on Jocelyn's so that the wolf could rub and massage at her thigh and calf. "You need to drink more water…you're pumping blood for two now…" the wolf muttered, not quite sure what to say when Michelle was crying. She wanted to make it better…she just had absolutely no idea how.
 
Michelle quickly teetered over the edge, moving from distressed to full breakdown as her hormonal imbalance struck again. And in that moment, she only had one of two choices on what or who to blame. There were her legs, which for the first time in her life proved themselves incompetent and untrustworthy, or there was Jocelyn, who was so physically spectacular that she pushed Michelle past her limits and landed her in the embarrassing position of sitting on the floor in tears.

In the end, she blamed them both, childishly whining and calling them names for lack of any better option.

The pregnant alpha was so absorbed in the blame game that she didn’t hear Jocelyn approach, her head hung low and little sniffles escaping as she softly hammered at her legs.

It wasn’t until a familiar growl pierced through the curtain of silence that Michelle looked up, red eyes and a disheveled appearance striking a stark contrast from her usual look.

“You’re not allowed to be mad at me!” she instantly said, a pout appearing on her face as Jocelyn drew closer.

Fortunately, Jocelyn obeyed, or perhaps found her so pitiful she couldn’t help but soften. Regardless, her voice calmed, and she joined her on the floor to massage her legs. It was such a touching gesture that Michelle nearly started crying again. She didn’t, but almost.

“Mhm,” Michelle responded, nodding her head meekly as Jocelyn gave her advice. But then it ended there, with a single nugget of conversation that faded into silence. If not for the skillful massage, Michelle would have thought something was wrong.

“That’s it?” Michelle asked, tilting her head slightly as she tried to focus on Jocelyn’s face in the dark. Only when she got a good look did she understand, which almost immediately turned into joyous laughter.

Right, Jocelyn was silly. It was the most lovable part about her to Michelle. The way the beautiful, intelligent woman found herself tongue-tied over the most basic things. She had the charisma and ability to lead a company, but she couldn’t thrash her way out of a paper bag should it involve emotions or their relationship.

Admittedly, Michelle wasn’t much better. She grew up feeling useless and unwanted and tended to withdraw at the smallest sign of trouble. But not anymore. Not with Jocelyn. Not if they were going to have a chance to be together. They couldn’t both be emotional idiots.

“You’re not stupid. You’re amazing.” Jocelyn lowered her head, hiding embarrassment nobody could see. “Just having you here is enough. That’s all I need because…” Michelle’s voice trembled, “Because I love you.”

If only her legs would work, Michelle might have stood up and run away, but she was trapped. But it was the situation that gave her courage. She couldn’t escape, and her heart was already on her sleeve, and there were hormones making her extra emotional, so she looked up and went for it. She asked the question she had been dreading every waking moment of every day.

“Do I still have a chance?”

Do I still have a chance to be happy?

Was that possible?
 
That's it? That's it?! Uh. Yeah. A neutral piece of medical advice was all Jocelyn had to offer. She wasn't about to go further and say something stupid with Michelle so sad already. It wasn't in her nature to speak without putting real thought into her words.

"Sometimes you need to be the eagle: fearless and with great vision. Sometimes you will need to be the ox: just put your head down and get to work. And other times you will need to be the mouse….and know when to shut the fuck up and be invisible." Mara had bestowed this advice to Jocelyn when she had entered high school, when the academic and social stakes suddenly became exponentially higher. If she was ever unsure of something, it was best to be quiet and wait until she had more information to make a move, rather than be headlong and empty handed. So yeah, of course she would just be silent, put her head down, and start massaging Michelle's leg because what other choice had the best outcome?

Michelle seemed to understand that Jocelyn wasn't about to say anything more, so took pity on the wolf by pushing the conversation forward. "Just having you here is enough because…. I love you"

Jocelyn's hands froze mid-rub. Even in the darkness of the hallway, she looked like a panicked rabbit. Love? Love… "I'm…I'm not ready to say that," had she ever really been ready? Even when she had been young and starry-eyed over some girl, Jocelyn had never confessed her love. Just… being aware that suitors were a thing made her jaded when it came to committed relationships. It was hard to tell how much someone loved -her- and not her family, the company, or the doors that opened when marrying someone of her status. And with Michelle things were extra complicated because honestly…maybe she had been a tiny bit in love with Elle.

"But… you do have a chance. Otherwise I wouldn't be here massaging your leg. And I certainly wouldn't have gotten so drunk and high and barged into your office unless there was something still there," Jocelyn smiled softly and pat the pregnant one's thigh. There definitely was a little light of fondness that hadn't been snuffed out. "I'm here…and I will stay, and help, and be faithful, and ravish you…and then we can reass in a few months," a good, diplomatic response with few absolutes.

"Come on…let's go back to bed. We can talk about it more in the morning," Jocelyn almost wanted to kick herself for opening up an opportunity to speak of this further. But she was aware that she would need to make some adjustments and compromises to make this work. So with that, she stood, and helped Michelle up and to the bed. And when they both lay down she wasn't shy about snuggling up close to her lover and letting herself be the little spoon.


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Alice was in a pickle.

A literary pickle. Probably the worst pickle to be in.

She was so very close to graduation. Her thesis was submitted. Her internship was complete.

Now she needed a job.

Well she didn't need a job. She had quite a successful career as Jane Shepard, popular romance author. But she couldn't go around telling people she basically peddled smut. It was weird. She wanted the name Alice Lawson tied to something amazing! Something that could be a respectable best seller.

So now she had to break out into the literary world as herself. Which was fine…but she didn't know what to write. And she didn't know how to write, at least, not as Alice.

What on earth do normal people write about?

Boring, sad crap probably.

With a soft huff she tapped her pencil on her notebook, glaring at the pages as though they were the reason her ideas wouldn't come. After a few moments though she softened, because being angry at her notebook wasn't very nice, the pages weren't doing anything wrong; they were just being pages.

Welp. The best way to write something was to just write. So she did. Listing objects around the room, describing a few in great detail, then going off on a tangent and jotting down items they needed for groceries. She still wasn't the best at planning meals for her girlfriend, but she tried, knowing the wolf couldn't live off tofu and lentils as she did.

Just thinking about the werewolf made Alice smile to herself. Gosh, she was so in love. Syri was so smart and sweet, a little reclusive…sometimes sad…but wonderful nonetheless. Plus her wolf was more than adorable enough to make up for any shortcomings! For how stoic the woman could sometimes be, her wolf was a tornado of excitable energy. Syri had been more frequent in her losses of control - oftentimes in the bedroom, but sometimes just here, on the couch, with her head in Alice's lap while she received affectionate scratchies. Syri would apologize profusely, apparently afraid that the wolf would hurt her. But that was silly! (Well sure, Syri was a Champion and could tear people apart in the ring…but like…she was a big floof. It was hard to be afraid of a floof with puppy eyes.)

For all the markers of a ferocious predator, Syri's wolf was incredibly docile around Alice. Maybe it was because of that one time Alice had flexed her magic and bound the out of control animal? Maybe that made her the alpha now? Or maybe it went deeper…and Syri just felt safe around her, safe enough that the wolf didn't need to be a great big snarling, rabid thing. Safe enough to be submissive…

Submissive….

Was four months too early to bring up super kinky sex stuff? Well maybe not -super- kinky but kinda kinky? Sex with Syri was amazing and Alice was very very happy with their current situation. But sometimes…it just seemed like her girlfriend wanted more but didn't want to ask. Alice knew it was a cultural thing - BDSM had even gone so far as to become a religious practice in several ancient werewolf societies. Alphas were pretty much always the dominant while betas were always the submissives. And that was fine, Alice had thought herself a switch, so being the submissive would be okay. While not having any practice other than research and writing, she could see the appeal of both sides. But it seemed like…like Syri didn't want to be the alpha in the bedroom? If Alice ever did anything remotely toppish - like pull her hair or bite at her neck, Syri would always tremble and moan…and blush the deepest shade of red, as though she were ashamed.

Maybe she was being a little racist. Not all wolves fit into the stereotype of alpha. It wasn't fair to make assumptions about what Syri would and wouldn't like in the bedroom. She should just ask her. Well maybe write her. Alice was a lot better on the page than in person.

"Whatcha writing?" Syri asked as she plopped down onto the couch.

Alice startled, so wrapped up in her writing that she didn't even hear Syri come home. Her knee jerk reaction was to hide her notebook….but with a blush, she moved her hand aside and allowed her girlfriend to read. "Oh…I. Um. Well. Here, just read it."

Pros and Cons of Letting Alice Top

Pros:
  • Examining new levels of intimacy and trust in our relationship
  • Physical and psychological enjoyment (hopefully)
  • Hands-on experience for me for my next written pieces (whether they be fanfiction or a novel…I don't know yet)


Cons:
  • Cost of gear - we may not enjoy some toys/tools
  • I have no idea what I'm doing
  • I'm a spaz
  • I don't really want to hurt you - but I do want the pleasure to be magnified

"We don't have to," Alice immediately blurted out when Syri was done reading (or at least she thought she was done). "I um…I like what we do now. And I love you, a lot. I just thought maybe, uh, you'd like to incorporate more um, wolfish practices in the bedroom? Geeze I sound like a jerk. I mean…." Alice paused, trying to choose her words better, "I know you hold back with me. I don't know if it's because you've only dated other werewolves before me or because I'm a dragon…but I'm pretty tough too you know. Not all of us magic users are super squishy."
 
Michelle knew that Jocelyn wouldn’t say it back. Even before the big reveal that blew their relationship into pieces, Jocelyn wouldn’t have said it back. Even if it were true. So now, with the way things were, she didn’t expect reciprocation. She just wanted Jocelyn to know how she felt.

Perhaps it was a sneaky move, to admit such things given the situation and how much Jocelyn wanted to provide and be there for her. No, certainly it was. But Michelle had long come to the conclusion that she would do whatever she had to do, even if that meant being sneaky and manipulative.

The pregnant alpha found it more surprising that Jocelyn answered at all, showing a glimmer of hope to the hormonal werewolf. Was it simple consolation? Maybe. But probably not. Jocelyn was many things, including fearful of commitment, but she was not a deceitful person. Not like Michelle. She was a better person, and saying such words meant they were true, at least in some sense.

“That’s enough,” Michelle whispered, though not low enough to avoid Jocelyn’s ears. She followed it with a smile, one that looked slightly downcast considering the prior tears and wretched state, but a genuine smile nonetheless.

“Still, maybe don’t cause a ruckus at the office next time? I’m very embarrassed for you.” The chuckle that followed finally brightened the mood, and her body relaxed enough to enjoy the attention previously ignored.

“But you can still provide me with massages… and ravishing.” Michelle paused for a minute, watching Jocelyn and realizing there was still some awkwardness in the air. She wanted to stoke her possessive and competitive side, but before the words slipped from her mouth, she stopped. Another ravishing might just kill her.

“Right. Back to bed.” She sighed gently and then looked at Jocelyn. “Carry me?”

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Syri lived a blessed life. While there were difficult periods and times when she felt overwhelmed and forgot that fact, the people who surrounded her always ensured she was happy and healthy. She felt the most grateful to her parents. Alex turned her into someone worthy, and Tessa nurtured her sensitive and caring side to ensure she didn’t “become a brute” like her mother. And her sisters gave her purpose, a reason to grow into someone respectable and dependable.

But as much as all of them meant to her, Alice was special. It was indescribable, and she had honestly given up trying. Instead, she just pinned all of the emotions and desires on the word love and called it a day. She loved her, and that very emotion penetrated to her core. Even her wolf was head over heels.

For the first time in her adult life, Syri felt the kind of reckless abandon that used to get her into trouble as a pup. She wanted to ignore all of the rules and her better judgment and jump into things. At least, that’s how she felt where it concerned Alice. If not for her last bit of rationality, she might have already done something rash.

Still, she didn’t hate the feeling. It was a freedom she lacked in her strict and structured life. A feeling she never felt confident or safe enough to indulge in since she grew up. The complexity of love seemed to provide her with fearlessness, and it was growing more unbridled by the day.

Of course, not much changed. Their interactions, sure, but Syri was still the same Alice-obsessed dummy. Fearless or not. Comfortable or not. In love or not. She just wanted to be by Alice’s side. So when she had the time, she spent it with the lovely writer, even if it meant watching her read from across the table while doing paperwork from the hospital or plopping down on the couch and watching a stupid movie. Today was no different.

“Whatcha writing?” she asked, plopping down on the couch beside Alice and attempting to peek at the notebook.

“Oh.”

Syri almost took a double take, though her surprise quickly turned to a playful smirk when Alice began to stammer. Cute.

“Pros and cons of letting Alice top. Your next novel?” she joked, though the title would certainly attract eyes. The story of a shy, adorable girl exploring her own desires. Not the most original, but knowing Alice, it would be something amazing.

Writing abilities aside, it was clearly not one of her story ideas. Instead, it involved their sex life, and it focused on Alice taking the lead role.

Almost instantly, her wolf started howling in her head, going on and on.

Top! No bottom! Big and strong! Satisfy mate!

The wolf seemed to want to prove that point then and there, and while the prospect of leaning over and claiming her gorgeous partner appealed to Syri, she remained level-headed. In fact, she had expected this conversation.

Werewolf culture wasn’t established flimsily. There was a reason alphas stood in a dominant position. In fact, it was almost mandatory for some, whose control over their wolves was shaky, allowing the predatory tendencies to control their actions. However, for those with proper control, it was not always the case.

Jocelyn was a natural dominant, so her wolf’s dominant desires merely intensified her own. But Syri was the opposite. She found pleasure in dominance and her primal instincts, but she felt more inclined toward submission. And the dissonance only served to make the taboo desire that much more delightful to indulge. So, when she started to read through Alice’s list, her heart began to pound in her chest.

“Pro. Examining new levels of intimacy and trust in our relationship.” Syri smiled as she read the sentence, even leaning over to kiss Alice on the cheek. She then turned back to the list and went on. “Pro. Physical and psychological enjoyment… hopefully?” She turned toward Alice, then slowly took the pencil from her hand and crossed out “hopefully.”

With a little grin, she kept going. “Pro. Hands-on experience for me for my next written pieces.” Syri chuckled and then leaned in, but she didn’t go in for a kiss. Instead, her lips traveled to Alice’s ear, nipping it. “It seems like you want me to be your guinea pig. How naughty.”

Once again, Syri resisted the urge to put thought into action, turning her attention back to the list and moving down to the cons. But, really, they weren’t cons. Well, the last one, but that was just nervous energy.

“Hmm. Cons. Well, let’s see. Money? Have tons of it.” Syri acted like an overbearing tyrant, speaking with just enough playfulness that she didn’t sound too full of herself as she crossed off the first con.

“No idea what you’re doing? We both know how much research you have or will do. Not a problem.” Another one crossed off the list.

“Spaz? More like adorable and irresistable. Next.” Third one down.

“Don’t want to hurt me?” She finally turned back to Alice, then said something that might have been truer to herself than even she expected. “Why not? I might enjoy it.” She really should have added “within limits.” Still, she said it, and she wasn’t taking it back!

Syri had bulldozed right past all of Alice’s worries. “I know you love me, and yes, I hold back. But I just cherish you. I want to protect you. I want to treat you like you’re fragile, even if you’re not.”

After a brief pause, she even added, “And maybe I’m a little excited about revising our roles in the bedroom, even if my wolf might pout a little.” Though, considering how much Alice seemed to adore her wolf, seeing it pout might belong on the pros list.
 
Those cons were real cons that Syri was just bulldozing over! Alice wasn't dominant by nature, she didn't just go around oozing authority. What if she couldn't get the alpha to submit? Then what?! She'd be laughed right out of the bedroom, that's what!

Deep down, waaaaayyyyyy deep down, she knew she could probably do it. Years of watching her werewolf friends gave Alice some idea for how it all worked. There wasn't a "one size fits all" style of domination that worked; everyone had their own technique. Even within families for example - how Jocelyn wielded her dominance was not the same as how Mara did (Mara kinda terrified her). Alice would have to find what worked for her. Just dominate in such a way that Syri would have no other choice than to submit. She would have to approach this as she did her novels: back a character into a corner so that they had no other reasonable choice but to do the thing she wanted them to do. Alice was going to have to either get creative with situations, or find ways to take power away from Syri until she could get what she wanted.

"I still don't want to hurt you, not really," in truth, Alice held back in the bedroom as well. She knew she could use her powers - oral would probably be a lot more interesting if she let electricity flow to the tip of her tongue - but she was afraid of losing control or doing too much and accidentally hurting her beloved wolf. "I just want to take care of you, Syri, in every way that I can." And…maybe I just want to prove that I'm way better than all those girls you've dated and worth sticking around for.

"Yeah? You're excited?" Alice broke out into a smile, leaning up to kiss her lover. "I couldn't tell by how you threw all of my cons out the window," she deadpanned. "How about…we start with a likes and limits list? Right now. My agent gave me one for my last book; it was just a bunch of really popular kinks and props. It's not exhaustive by any means, but at least it will be a good starting point." Alice grabbed her laptop off the end table, flipped it open and searched for the email from her agent. Everything on the list was pretty mainstream and tame. Light bondage, spanking, blindfolds, etc.

There was nothing on the list that caused either of them to mark down a hard limit, so once they finished there, Alice started browsing around the web to find more. She eventually stopped on the link to an article from a women's health magazine.

20 Common Kinks According to Sex Educators
  • Age Gap
  • Bondage
  • Power Suppression (Magical and Physical)
  • Cuckolding
  • Discipline
  • Dominance
  • Erotic Asphyxiation
  • Foot fetish
  • Hentai
  • Impact Play
  • Knismolagnia
  • Lactation
  • Masochism
  • Breeding/Pregnancy
  • Role play
  • Sensation play
  • Pegging
  • Voyeurism
  • Exhibitionism
  • Elemental Play

Erotic asphyxiation, foot fetish, lactation, masochism, and cuckolding landed into her limits pile. There were a couple of new vocab words that Alice scratched her head over; unsure if they were a 'maybe' or a 'yes'. She looked up knismolagnia which turned out to just be a tickling fetish, and that was a 'maybe' (feather ticklers were an item on her agent's list as well, so why not). But pegging? What was pegging? Pirates with peg legs? Or was it like…using a peg as a buttplug; if it was the latter, why not just say 'buttplugs'.

She was almost done typing out, "What is a pegging fetish?" for the sake of research when Syri suddenly stopped her, "Alice you can't just read a sterile, boring, dictionary definition of what everything is!"

Alice eyed her girlfriend dubiously. She absolutely -could- just read a definition of what something was; that was how she knew what 90% of things were. "How do you suggest I figure out what this is then?"

"We could watch a clip or something of it if you want," Syri shrugged, doing her best to look nonchalant.

'Watching a clip or something' turned out to be watching a short video titled "Female Alpha Gets Rimmed and Pegged By Her Naughty Beta". It seemed that the pair was also using suppression play - the alpha was in a shock collar to keep her from shifting. Alice was mildly horrified at the device; such things were archaic and inhumane in her opinion. But she supposed, whoever was directing the video wanted to give that BDSM feel; not only was the alpha collared, but the lithe beta was sporting a leather corset and a paddle. Alice clicked forward through the clip, skipping the cheesy lines of someone being naughty and the ensuing spanking. Her new random place in the video featured the beta enthusiastically licking the alpha's taboo hole and threatening to tie her up if she kept squirming. Okay, know what rimming is already, skipping that… She fast forwarded some more and now the beta was slipping into a leather harness with a sleek little dildo attached. The alpha was bent over, her muscular rear in the air and her embarrassed face hiding in her arms on the bed. She wasn't tied up, so evidently she had managed to pull herself together for this next scene.

Alice blinked in confusion. Had she missed the pegging? Were they just going to have sex now? Was pegging code for doggystyle?

Alice was probably scarlet all the way from the tips of her ears, down to her toes as the beta very gently eased the dildo into not-the-hole-Alice-was-expecting, and the alpha let out the most guttural moan she had ever heard.

That was - they put the - it - Syri wants to ——- wait…does Syri want to? "So, ahem" Alice coughed, trying to get the squeak out of her voice as she closed the laptop, silencing the video alpha who was now begging for more. She placed it aside and then turned to face her girlfriend, giving the wolf her full attention. If Syri had wanted the dragon to see what this type of anal play entailed, it was probably something that she herself was very interested in. And that was perfectly fine. If anything she was a little confused as to why Syri had made no moves to introduce any anal in their bedroom yet. Although she wasn't a werewolf herself, that didn't mean Alice was against trying something that was pretty much embedded in her girlfriend's biology. "So pegging…is that something you would like to do to me? Or something you would like me to do to you? Or both…?"

Alice smiled, warm and gentle as she always did when Syri was looking like a skittish wolfy about to bolt. Though she was tempted to move closer, she stayed put, leaving her posture open and welcoming for when the animal decided it was ready. "Because we could, you know. If you wanted to…I'd be open to that. We could maybe finish this video in bed and then order a few toys online together after… Or if you are still feeling excited we could go to a shop right now." The dragon grinned and then shrugged innocently, "Or we can go grocery shopping. I was actually making a list right before all of this."
 
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Syri found Alice adorable. The statement remained true almost always, even when she tried to be mad or wanted to be serious. Absolutely loveable. However, she was at her most adorable when her inner thoughts spilled out into her expression. Why? Because she had absolutely no idea she was giving all of her thoughts away, and Syri happened to find the look of inner panic precious.

Of course, she wasn’t quite adept enough to read her mind and know precisely what bothered her lover, but she knew enough. Like the fact that Alice would likely panic over the idea of taking the dominant role, even though she often did in their everyday life.

In the bedroom, they usually just enjoyed one another without labels, but in public, things were different. Sure, Syri took the role of “big bad wolf” in the eyes of others, clearly having a physical superiority on the surface. But the microinteractions told a different story. The alpha deferred to Alice, and know it or not, the dragon made most of their day-to-day decisions.

In other words, Syri was a big fluff ball. All bark and no bite, so long as nobody messed with her bottom line composed of a few key people.

Just the thought of someone hurting Alice was enough to put Syri in a dour state. Fortunately, Alice snapped her out of it with pure fluff.

“You won’t hurt me,” Syri responded, a gentle smile on her face.

Alice likely could hurt her if she wanted to. As confident as Syri was, she knew Alice’s personality and true strength were polar opposites. As soft and squishy as her lovable girlfriend was, she had the potential to do real damage. Just the thought of what her parents could do sent shivers down her spine, seeing as they would be dangerous opponents for her even in her champion days.

But the issue wasn’t whether Alice could hurt her but whether she would. Syri didn’t believe she would. Even if the dragon lacked confidence in herself, Syri had it in spades.

“We can take things slow,” Syri reassured, releasing a slight chuckle to gloss over the confidence in Alice’s untested restraint. It wasn’t like they didn’t have time to slowly explore things. Alice was it. Whatever else they lacked, they didn’t lack time.

Fortunately, Alice’s hesitance only lasted long enough for her curiosity to take over. Predictable in the best ways, the dragon was always driven by her curiosity. Silly dragons.

The curiosity quickly led from “I’m not sure” to “here’s a list of kinks,” causing Syri to grin before kissing Alice on the cheek. So cute.

“Let’s see here.” Syri started looking at the list and felt a touch of excitement as she read out items on the list. Even if spankings and blindfolds were tame and mainstream, they were quite nice. More than anything, the thought of Alice lording over her was enough to entice her.

Then they got to some other kinks.

“Age gap, huh,” Syri muttered when it popped up. “My sister’s still call me an old perv. They say I waited all those years, waiting for you to ripen.”

It was amusing, but Syri did have to admit to the notion somewhat. She didn’t lust after Alice the way she did now, but she long felt something for the younger woman.

Fortunately, none of the other kinks involved her being an “old perv,” at least not directly. So, they continued through the list, with Syri ignoring her excitement at some of them and trying to focus on limits. By the end of it, she noted a few, starting with cuckolding, which deserved a special list in hell. As if she would allow that!

Foot fetish also made her list. Not that she wouldn’t nibble on one of Alice’s toes or give her an amazing massage, but worshiping seemed odd.

Breeding! Breed mate! Good list!

Unfortunately, half way through the list, Syri’s wolf started acting up, and she barely managed to finish her list, including a few “obvious” limits that left her list identical to Alice’s, minus masochism. Like she said, she might just enjoy it. Not that they had to find out.

Finally, pegging appeared, and Syri’s eyes lit up slightly. Maybe, just maybe, she was interested. And maybe she made it a little too obvious when she suggested watching a clip. Though, as an added bonus, she got to hint about wanting a collar, subtly, of course.

Syri’s “subtle” approach eventually met its end as the viewing party ended and Alice cleared her throat. As if that were some sort of signal, Syri tensed up, looking at her lover with a smile as she tried to guess the words that seemed to be slowly forming behind the dragon’s lips. Her very pretty, kissable lips.

“Huh?” Syri gulped, only then realizing just how obvious she made it. She didn’t realize it when she stopped her from finding out the “boring” way, nor did she realize as they watched the video. Only when she was caught in the crosshairs did she fully grasp her own inept attempt to hide her desire.

“I, uhm…” Then Alice continued, and without being able to control herself at all, Syri blurted out, “Shop?” It was a question, but she might as well have uttered a needy please after it.

“No, wait…” Syri tried to form more words, but all that came out after a few seconds of silence was a sharp whimper and a deflated look. Why did she even try? As if it weren’t obvious enough, her ability to lie to Alice was nonexistent.

“Shop… then grocery store…” Might as well make both trips if they were going out. Fuck.
 
Alice tried very, very hard not to laugh as Syri ground out a passable sentence. At the moment she wasn't really sure if she was talking to her girlfriend or the wolf, that's how bad her speech came out. She would guess the wolf was more in control right now, because the animal had totally bypassed the 'who is doing the pegging' question and went straight to 'how can we get toys this very second'. It was adorable…and made the dragon feel a little less embarrassed and nervous herself. "Alright, shop and then grocery store."

After some discussion, they agreed to go "Parting the Veil"; it was leaps and bounds above any sex toy store in the city. Syri was slightly uncomfortable because her Aunt Arlann owned the place, but Alice assured her love that she wouldn't leave her side. So they drove down into the city, and the dragon walked, as promised, with her arm looped in the wolf's as they arrived at the store.

"Welcome to "Parting the Veil!" a cheery gnome chirped from behind the sales counter. "Are you ladies looking for anything in particular? It's our "Wet and Wild" month; lubes and furry cosplay items are on sale!"

"Oh, uhm. We were just going to look around a bit…" Alice returned the friendly smile, though now that she was in a giant store with a zillion sex toys…she was starting to see that the list her agent sent her was just the tip of the iceberg.

The gnome grinned and nodded at the two newbies, but didn't let herself be brushed off. The store could be so overwhelming! Vibrators, dildos, harnesses, nipple clips, potions, the list went on and on! Even just within the dildo and vibrator category, they had the traditional battery operated, silicone toys, all the way to high end magical and magitech that required a twenty page manual to master. And while she knew the dragon could probably examine every little thing in the shop for the next several hours, she'd be surprised if the werewolf could last even a quarter as long before the excitement of new toys overtook all patience. "Oh of course! But please, allow me to give you a starting point for your browsing," the gnome hopped off her stool, smoothed out her dark blue robes, then strode purposefully deeper into the store.

"We don't have a particularly large dragon section," the gnome smiled apologetically, "But! If you have anything at all you'd be interested in having crafted, we have top notch artificers and magitech engineers ready to fulfill any wish." she stopped in an aisle that had a smattering of dragon toys. Most were gold plated or bejeweled in some way. All of the toys were powered by wards; as it was the preferred magical medium of dragons and Benders.

"The werewolf section is that particularly large one right there," the gnome pointed further down, past the mage aisle, and to a back wall with a "Werwolf" sign. It was little wonder the werewolf section was so large: they were probably the most numerous as well as the most sexual of all the species. "It sort of turns into a general-use BDSM corner on that back wall." The mage pointed towards the aforementioned wall, where they could see some restraints. "Upstairs has all of our clothing, as well as furniture. I'll leave you to it though! My name is Jamie, if you need anything at all, don't be afraid to ask," the gnome gave a short bow, then saw herself off back towards the front counter.

Alice gave the dragon section a cursory glance. As promised, there wasn't much; mostly just intimidating dildos, true to the males of her kind. There were also black muzzles with golden wards, presumably so the wearer wouldn't be able to breathe out whatever their element was. Nothing really spoke to her…. There was a small selection of buttplugs that had crystals and wards of various abilities…but she could come back and examine those later; right now she could feel Syri buzzing with poorly contained energy.

"Clothes first?" Alice gave the wolf's hand a squeeze and redirected her towards the stairs. She could tell that her girlfriend was excited to check out the werewolf section….but was fairly certain the wolf would rampage through the toys like a hyper dog at a pet store, then want to rush home to play before they could do anything else. So clothes first! Then toys.
Upstairs had the brightly lit, clean, and high-end boutique vibe that the shop was perpetuating. About a third of the second story were tables and chairs and kneelers and contraptions that Alice couldn't even figure out how one would position themselves in. There were several customers already milling around racks of clothes, looking over this and that with their partner. If not for the mannequins dressed in full BDSM regalia, or the furry costumes on the end caps, it might just look like a normal department store.

Alice already had an idea of what she wanted for Syri already, "I'll need all the help I can get to keep a hold of you," the dragon said as led them towards the leather section. They passed by corsets and bodysuits until they came to the racks of female body harnesses. Some were full length, others were just bulldog harnesses. Several were so delicate she wasn't sure what on earth they could possibly be harnessing. But eventually she found what would hopefully be a sturdy, as well as visually appealing torso harness for Syri. The thicker strips of leather would frame her breasts and lower ribs, as well as offer Alice a plenty of places to grip and pull at in case her wolfy was being unruly.

"I picked something for you to wear…so you pick something for me? And then we can go downstairs and look at the toys."
 
Syri went through life with a calm exterior. Not because she was particularly confident, but because it was ingrained into her. It was something she learned at a young age. Something she knew was necessary to survive. But that all changed with Alice. Her girlfriend yanked her out of her comfort zone, yet she also caused Syri to relax and let go.

Usually, Alice’s influence on her was entirely positive. Syri often found herself behaving in a more unrestrained manner, and it finally felt like she could be herself with someone outside of her family. However, the current predicament made the alpha tremble with uncertainty.

Why? Because the idea of being caught at a sex store owned by Arlann sent her into a small panic!

Fortunately, Alice always stepped up when she was uncomfortable, completely transforming into the confident one to pull her along, arms interlocked as they stepped through the threshold and into an entirely new world.

“Wow.” Syri released a long-held breath as she looked around, and with it, her nervousness seemed to slip away. In its place was excitement.

The store stood as an impressive representation of Arlann’s skill. Not only were there normal toys, but the selection of magical goods and potions stood out. Of course, Arlann wasn’t the only genius mage pursuing pleasure in all forms, but she was widely recognized as a modern pioneer, and the gap between her and others was quite large. Sure, her devices and potions could be replicated with a design or formula, but the creativity and innovation behind them were unmatched.

Syri realized how easy it would be to get lost in the store, already eying a few things she wanted to check out. It made the employee’s intervention a welcomed respite from her own overeager desires. Better to get some guidance and make it out before closing than indulge her own whims and forget the point.

As the introduction began, Syri started to lean into Alice, listening with open ears but whispering in her lover’s ear at the same time. “You do like shiny things,” she chuckled, nipping at Alice’s ear. The idea of golden and glittery sex toys didn’t exactly appear to her, but Alice adorned in gems and gilded gear might not be so bad. Perhaps the perfect gear for a little roleplay.

“Maybe I can be the daring adventurer captured by a greedy dragon. One that needs to be punished for attempting to steal from her treasure hoard.”

Syri could see a little color on Alice’s cheeks, especially when the gnome smiled, clearly overhearing a part of the whispered banter. She also blushed a bit, but she wanted to tease Alice more than she wanted to keep her dignity. Besides, she suddenly thought about a bejeweled buttplug and found the idea rather appealing.

Our toys! Make Alice mate!

The wolf suddenly grew rowdy as the werewolf section was introduced, breaking Syri’s train of thought and pulling her attention to a massive section of toys that really highlighted how horny and kinky her species was.

Still, her wolf was definitely onto something. Alpha Alice. There was so much fun to be had.

Alice remained calm though, managing to be rational enough for the two of them and suggest actual structure to their visit instead of mindless searching through the aisles.

“Sure. Clothes.” Syri smiled, kissing Alice’s neck and up to her ear for another gentle nibble. She was feeling… affectionate. Or maybe it was the few glances they received since arriving mixed with the location. It really made her want to put on a display and make things clear to anyone looking.

In the end, Syri managed to curb her desire to stake her claim and followed along, heading to the next floor to peruse all of the fun outfits. There was more than outfits, of course, but one thing at a time.

“Oh? You want to keep me in line, do you?” Syri asked as they started looking at the harnesses, unable to hide the sparkle in her eye. Alice managed to restrain her with magic, but there was something about leather and metal that took things up a notch.

Then Alice threw her a curveball.

“Pick you out something?” The alpha gulped, eyes moving from Alice to the hardness and then beyond to the rest of the floor.

There was so much, from simple daring lingerie to full bodysuits. And honestly, Syri was confident every single thing would look incredible on Alice. All of it. Not a realistic answer considering their closet space, but she almost blurted it out anyway.

Thankfully, the alpha retained enough self-control to start looking around for a single item instead, glancing back and forth as they walked around.

It wasn’t until they reached the corsets that she really started to pay attention, practically drooling at the thought of Alice’s figure in any one of the many options. Still, she had to choose carefully, even if it meant spending a bit too much time envisioning her in every single piece.

“Okay, this one!” she finally said, eyes glued to an open bust leather corset, one with a detachable neck corset and adjustable thigh belts. She wasn’t so sure about the neck corset, but it came off! And between the stunning corset and thigh belts that looked like an even kinkier garter belt, she just couldn’t resist.

“What do you think?” she asked, a bit nervous. “Too much?”

“I also like that one,” she said before letting Alice answer, pointing toward a far more tame corset they passed before. It wasn’t a lie. She stopped in front of it previously. Even if it didn’t quite call to her like the elaborate pieces in front of them, Alice would look incredible. Plus, they could finally go and look at toys.

Wolf toys!

Yes. Wolf toys. Particularly, Syri was shivering in delight every time she thought about one piece of gear in particular.
 
"Well, we're doing this together, right? So it's only fair you get to pick something for me too." Alice smiled encouragingly. Yes, she was supposed to be taking the lead here…but she wanted Syri to be vocal about the kinks she wanted to explore too. If the dragon had to be embarrassed and vulnerable, then her girlfriend did too!

Syri led them back the way they came, towards the bodysuits and corsets. She had noticed the wolf eyeing a few pieces before, but would not have guessed that she would stop right when she did. "Oh." The dragon's eyebrows raised in surprise as she looked at the corset. Alright. Yeah. That was a lot. The whole open bust thing was…many. "It's…a lot," Alice agreed as she appraised the intricate fastenings. "But…I think if you'd like to explore that role play idea, it's perfect." Syri pointed out a more tame one soon after, one that would allow Alice more modesty. "No, this one is perfect for a dragon who will need to fend off a naughty adventurer," she soothed, then leaned up to give Syri's check a kiss to her know it was in fact, fine.

They gathered up their new outfits and were just about to make their way back downstairs when they were stopped by a tall, blonde, elven male. He wore the same style of robes that the gnome downstairs did, but his colors seemed to be ever changing, depending on how he moved. "I am Thalin, one of the clothing enchanters," the elf bowed in greeting, "Would either of you ladies be interested in alterations? I highly recommend them for corsets, as well as bodysuits; both items are known to be finicky and uncomfortable without enchantments."

Alice eyed the complicated corset for a moment before nodding, "Sure." Whatever she could do to make getting in and out of this thing more approachable sounded fantastic.

The elf looked pleased…even though the werewolf looked murderous. Thalin paid the jealous creature no mind, after all, his boss was mated to an even scarier wolf than this little pup here. "Right this way then, Miss," he showed the two women to a very large, private fitting room. There was a two step pedestal for the clothing model to stand on, and 180 degrees worth of mirrors surrounding it. "Here we are. You may leave your panties on, but the bra must come off for accurate measurements. I will be back in a few minutes," with that, he left the room.

It wasn't the first time Alice had had a bra fitting done before. It didn't bother her to strip down to her underwear and shimmy into the tight leather. What was a bit disconcerting was standing on the pedestal and seeing an entirely different person staring back at her. The corset made her look…tough? Like a bad ass? No no no that wasn't right! She was a soft, cuddly dragon that preferred comfy sports bras and hoodies so that she could feel cozy at all times. The dragon in the mirror was…commanding, more like how medieval drawings depicted her kind (well, minus the boobies hanging out).

The elf came back a few moments later, knocking on the door and announcing himself. He came in with a clipboard in hand and a wand tucked behind his long, pointed ear. "Very good, let's get this underway. Ligare," the elf spoke, and the corset's laces tightened. "Can you give a deep breath in, deep breath out, Miss?"

Alice did as she was told. "It feels a little tight around here," she motioned to the ribs right under her bare breasts.

"May I?" The elf approached, wand in hand. He pressed it to where his client mentioned and muttered another incantation so the leather would soften. Then, he slid the tape measure from around his shoulders and down to his hand; as he did so the object perked up and came to life. Seeming to sense Alice, the tape measure hopped over to her and began wrapping around various body parts. Thalin followed along with it, scribbling notes down on his clipboard. The corset fit Alice pretty well, but he would have to shorten the overall length to help it fit like a glove.

"Any discomfort anywhere?"

"Um, just, under my breasts,"

The elf nodded, making another note. "Ah, yes. Very common in women who are well endowed, especially if they are not used to this sort of clothing. I have just the enchantment for that, Miss. I dare say you would be able to wear this corset for hours without even noticing by the time I am finished." He then took a walk around the dragon, jotting down a few more notes before nodding to himself. "Excellent. I think I have everything I need. Renodo," the elf spoke, causing the bindings to loosen so that Alice could get out of the corset more easily. "You may undress and leave the corset here. I can have your alterations done and sent to the front desk in about fifteen minutes."

As soon as Thalin left the fitting room, Alice found an excited puppy encroaching on her space. "Hands to yourself, you fiend," the dragon warned. At Syri's downcast expression, she closed the distance between them and leaned up to give her a quick kiss. "I know you want to touch, love. But we need to pick up a couple more things. You still want a leash and collar, remember?"

Syri pouted like a petulant pup, forced to watch a sexy dragon wiggle out of the corset and back into her t-shirt and jeans. But Alice rewarded her with hand holding and another kiss once she was fully clothed. "Thank you for behaving," she then gave her girlfriend a tug and off they went, back downstairs to the toy section.

"I think if we're going to try this adventurer and dragon role play, we're going to need some loot for your adventurer to be interested in," Alice led the wolf for a quick stop at the dragon section. There had been a few items that had caught her eye…and now with a purpose for them, she may as well buy them. A shiny, gold plated buttplug with a large ruby gem adorning the hilt was her first choice. A few wards were etched into it but she would have to read the accompanying manual to see what they did. It took her a little longer to choose the nipple clamps; knowing she needed something to go with her new open bust corset. "Hmm…I think these will go well with the corset," the clamps were fairly plain; the tighteners capped off with gems, with three thin gold chains that dangled between them.

"Alright. I think this is all I need, let's get you a collar," Alice giggled as Syri just about sprinted into the werewolf section. She followed after her excited lover, trying not to get -too- distracted. As soon as they entered the werewolf section there were floggers and paddles and leashes and collars and strapons galore. "Syri! Don't forget the things we -need-," her girlfriend looked about ready to just buy one of everything, and it would be a shame to come all the way here and forget to buy the harness and dildo they needed.
 
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