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When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Browntail's growl was steady and unwavering, his eyes glaring down at her her as she matched his pack leader in spirit. Around them the other slaves watched in alarm, expecting her to be hurt for her outburst. It came a surprising relief Browntail closed his eyes and scoffed. "Insolent female," he muttered. "If only you had claws as sharp as your tongue." Flexing his arms he let out a tired yawn, scratching behind his ear before looking back at her. "You both will be be the death of each other, I swear it. I doubt even the gods can protect either of you from you from that."

He looked back at the other women and bared his fangs. "And don't think to follow her example! Her life belongs to our alpha while yours lie with the pack!" His threat/warning was quickly heed by the slaves, many of whom cringed in fear.

"Master Browntail!" One of the caretaker women stepped out from outside the tent, concern etched in her features. "I can handle the slaves instructions, you don't need to bother yourself with that." Placing a hand on the lycans arm she turned him towards the door, the large beast surprisingly moving under her guidence.

"Bah," he snorted. "Just keep them out of trouble."

The woman nodded and waved him off, Browntail returning to his post outside. Letting out a sigh the woman looked down at Celeste, offering a gentle smile. "Is there anything you need while I am here? More food or water? Otherwise I would suggest sleeping."
 

Honestly, Celeste had expected a reaction from Browntail herself. So when she only got scolded, she was ... astounded. "Tch, I wouldn't want them. I'm fine with my tongue and longbow, thanks." She merely murmured back. A smirk - one Redfang would have easily recognized were he in the tent - crossed her face at the mentioning of them being the deaths of one another. "Probably. Then again, I'm astounded both sides haven't just raised their hands and given up on us both. It's been going for longer than I expected, that's for sure."

Once he left and the offer of more food or water was given, she nodded. "Both actually. Soup can only do so much unfortunately." Lowering her voice so only the women could hear, she added, "Ignore Browntail. Even with the marks, none of our lives are with either the pack nor Redfang. So long as you don't desire that path of life, that is. Because admittingly, I have seen the select few whom appear to 'enjoy' this way of living. Myself?" Her head shook no. "Why should I enjoy being with the reason I'm an orphan? No sane person would love that .... " She murmured, venom in her voice.
 
On the other side of camp Redfang emerged from his tent, his fur touched with a hint of incense from his prayer ceremony. She would not be pregnant from last night, this he was sure of. The vision had shown him what was to come, what he was to force upon her. Only he could conquer her just like he would conquer Sparta, and her seeding would be the symbol of that future conquest. He felt this to be true, knew it in his bones. Mars are given him this task to prove his might and the might of all wolves, and Venus would ensure she would not fall pregnant by another's seed. Let her talk of Juno safeguarding her...in four days time he would show her...



The days passed slowly in the slaves tent for her. Regardless of his threats Redfang did not visit here over the next four days. Her only sight of him came when he passed by the tent on some important matter, his eye occasionally meetings hers. Sometimes he wore his armor, sometimes not, and sometimes he was stained with blood from a hunt. Regardless he was apparently keeping busy. As for herself she would have found little to do besides talk with her fellow slaves, many of whom showed an interest in her. There would also be the occasionally argument from Browntail when he would guard them but he never made moves to punish Celeste. There were time when another lycan would enter the tent, sometimes two, and take some poor woman off with them only to return her hours later badly shaken and reeking of their lust. Those were the times the other women didn't like to talk.

And of course, all the while her caretakers were helping her with her leg. Prayers to Apollo where made and her brace adjusted every morning to help set the break. By that

"Alright now, let's try this again..." the head caretaker helped Celeste to her feet, her shoulders helping to support her she handed her the crutch. "Redfang was asking about your progress this morning," the older woman mentioned. "I told him you must be bless by Apollo to be healing so quickly, though not without help from out healers of course." She gestured to the other side of the tent where a table lay. "Go on, try and carry yourself over there."
 

The past three days, Celeste made damn well sure to take advantage of every second, every minute she had alone. Ergo, she was more than grateful that at worst, Redfang merely passed her by. She wouldn't have gotten her chances to prepare for anything - mentally or physically. It would be a lie if she didn't admit to herself that the silence and lack of hearing anything from anyone - especially the Lycans - did make her somewhat uneasy. She knew enough to know they had to be plotting; making up for whatever event she had 'ruined'. And given she only had hints ... and no exact ideas .... she knew perfectly well they could be planning for anything. But with the constant hints of an orgy of sorts - including the women being taken away during those days - it only made her more certain of that. Still, she couldn't assume .. not yet.

Gazing up as the tent flap opened up, she noted one of the caretakers walking in. Her arms covered her chest as she scoffed lightly. "... I bet he has ... " She merely murmured, leaving her words at that. A light wince left as she got guided on her feet, though thankfully the crutch did alleviate quite a bit of the pain.

Looking back to her collar and leash to ensure she had enough slack to even try this properly first, she then looked back over to the table she had gestured to. Slowly at first - but beginning to get easier - she did make it after a few hobbles. Looking silently back to the woman, she waited silently for a cue ... a hint .... hell maybe - finally - an answer.
 
The women let out a sigh at the familiar look. "I told you before that I won't answer your questions. You should focus on healing rather than worrying about the inevitable." Approaching the table she added "You will be informed when the time is ready. You should be thankful to get any warning at all"!

"If I may?."

Her caretaker turned at the sound of that voice, eyes widening at the sight. "Amica!" she walked up to her fellow slave standing by the tent entrance, the girl giving her a smile. "I almost thought you were locked away for good!"

Amica looked slightly worse for were. She still retained her youthful figure but had apparently lost a few pounds during her imprisonment. Though there were no sights of outward torture one could tell she had cried a great deal as of recently from the slight redness in her eyes. Below them the hint of dark circles spoke of sleepless nights though she was holding herself up well. Behind her a lycan stood stoically, arms crossed and face impassive.

Returning the caretakers embrace Amica smiled. "Redfang released me this morning for the ceremony." Her gaze fell on Celeste, lighting up slightly from seeing she was relatively alright. "I am to prepare her for tonight while you help with the other women." She gestured behind her to the lycan. "Don't worry, I will have this one guarding us. Nothing will happen."

The caretaker nodded, planting a kiss on Amica's forehead before turning to leave. The stoic lycan immediently went to the base of Celeste's chain, removing a heavy key from the belt he wore and unlocking it as Amica approached her friend and embraced her.

"I was worried for you," she nearly cried, pulling away when she realized she might hurt her leg. "When you escaped I feared Redfang might...might...oh!" her fist went to her mouth and she bit down on it, keeping herself from tearing up any more. "But that isn't important right now, there are things you must know. He plans to do it tonight. To take you in front of the whole pack in a ceremony to the gods, one to ensure their victory over Sparta." She took her hand in her own, squeezing it to try and reassure her. "I am to clean and ready you before night falls."
 

"...Were you really?" She murmured softly, not returning the embrace back. "I do realize the position you are in, yes. But if you really cared ... you wouldn't have done or said anything." Unfortunately for Amica, Celeste was still rather bitter about her being so loyal to Redfang. If she had kept quiet -- maybe she would have gotten away. Regardless, it had been no secret to Celeste that the only reason an alarm got sounded at all was from Amica. She should consider herself lucky that the other Lycan was with her because right now, she was not in the best of moods.

In fact, it got worse as she reassured her of all that was to go on. Her head shook no adamantly. "If your loyalties are so high with Redfang, ask him for this .... honor. I do not want it! I have told you, Browntail, Redfang himself .... are you all deaf?!" Her fists trembled as she held the crutch to keep herself supported. "....Leave."

Her back angrily turned. "I am not betraying Sparta by letting him get his way like the spoiled pup he is!" Her voice began to tremble, the volume increasing. "I am not repeating myself ... do not think that just because I have one foot in a less-than-favorable shape that I will let that stop me either. He knows this." Keeping her back turned to the Lycan and Amica, she jerked her hand roughly away.
 
Now it was Amica's turn to get angry, the younger girl standing her ground when ordered to leave. "What would you have had me do? Let you escape when all knew I was supposed to keep watch! Had I not raised the alarm I would be dead!" Hands tightening into fists she circled Celeste to face her again, stepping over the chain that still dragged on the ground. "And my family back in Rome! Would I have them suffer so you could escape?" Her voice nearly cracked as she mentioned her family, memories of her loved one back in Rome. If he wished it a Master could punish a slave family for the crimes of their children, provided the crime was severe enough. And treachery was always high on that list.

Her vice grew louder as she continued, the pressure built up from three days imprisonment spilling over."And do not speak of Sparta as if you come from some great civilization! Butchers and barbarians, I have heard the stories of those people." She practically spat their name out. "They murder their own children fresh from their mothers womb if they find even a hint of weakness. On a newborn! This is the people you place so highly over the lycans? Even the runts of their litters are given a chance to grow and prove themselves worthy!"

Tears falling freely she turned away, heading for the door and catching herself against a wooden beam before she almost collapsed. Stifling a few sobs she pleaded. "Please...don't make this harder on yourself. That day in the tent we shared I thought-" She stopped herself. "What can fighting do now? Things would be better for you, for everyone, if you just surrendered."
 

"...If you were in my spot, I would have died for you! Obviously, I do not have that same respect back from you it seems. It's a shame really.... " Her own growl left at the mention of the word 'family', her own voice raising soon enough. "And you expect me to go with the same person who took my own family away?! What kind of twisted form of justice is that?! He took everything from me ... my home, my family, MY INNOCENCE!"

Her head shook, a hand going in front of Amica's mouth. "I'm not daring to claim I hail from there. But you know what I will say of Sparta?! They took me in -- ensured I didn't die from all the wounds I got when Redfang invaded and made Verona fall! INTO COMPLETE AND UTTER RUINS! WE DID NOTHING TO DESERVE IT TOO! AND YET .... HE CAME ALONG!" By now, the crutches were threatening to break with how harsh she was grabbing them and rough her hands were trembling.

Her head shook as she glared harshly upon Amica. "How can you expect me to give everything I have to him?! HOW?! Sometimes ... I wish the gods would stop watching over me and allow me to embrace Death. And yet .... I don't desire it at the same time. Because I want to start anew; it was why I went to Sparta! To get stronger ... to begin a new life! And then .... he showed up AGAIN! Do you even begin to understand how infuriating, frustrating this has been for me?!"

Her head shook no again. "No ... no it wouldn't. I ... will not give in. It has never been in my nature ... nor will it ever be! I have failed too many people as it is. I will not let myself - at the very least - down. And I will do whatever it takes .... and I do mean whatever. I hate coming off as cruel ... but I did mean it when I said if I must pray to Juno to aid me in a miscarriage, I will. I will not keep anything he gives me, regardless of how many times he tries ... how many bones he breaks ..... I don't care! I'm not going to do this when I have made it crystal clear I don't want this! And to keep having this burden shoved upon me .... " Her head shook no as she screamed loudly, her whole body now shaking, "I WON'T TOLERATE IT! NEVER!"
 
Amica was trembling from the flurry of emotion inside of her, not daring to respond to that outburst for fear of what she might say. When she finally spoke it was with conviction, her voice starting almost at a whisper before rising to a firm response.

"I remember being told of Verona once..." she began. "I thought it sounded wonderful. A safe haven where one could live peacefully. My family wasn't as lucky." Her arms wrapped around herself, bad memories returning that had long since been pushed away. "I was young, but I can remember. Forest thick with bandits, pirate raiders on the seas, marauders that pillaged towns ever harvest...I remember that." She looked back at Celeste, her cheeks still wet but tears no longer falling. "Then came the wolves. They conquered us, killed any who resisted, forced us into their empire...and kept us safe. No more bandits. No more pirates. No more marauders. Roads where built to other villages, trade established farther than we could have hoped. I would most likely be dead by now, killed by humans in yet another raid, if the lycans hadn't come."

She stood her ground, facing Cleste despite any screaming. "If Rome must be forced on the world through bloodshed so be it! Your Verona may be gone but an empire where the rest of us can be safe replaced it!"

Burying her face in her hands she shook herself. "That will be all then? I can't convince you otherwise?" She took one last look at Celeste as her heart sank, knowing she may never know her embrace again. "Very well. I will leave you." Turning away from Celeste she nodded to her guardian, the wolf reattaching the chain to the pole before stepping out of the tent. Amica would follow him out unless stopped, but she didn't think that was likely.
 

"Yes ... it was nice. Very much so. We had all we ever needed. Peace, prosperity ... EVERYTHING!" Finally her own tears gave in and fell. "And then ... he took it away! EVERY BIT OF IT! FOR HIS OWN SELFISH DESIRES! I WILL NOT FORGIVE ... NOR FORGIVE HIM! EVER!" Restraint had finally abandoned her; nor did she try to grasp it back. She was beyond caring of whom heard or not; whom may be cringing from her words or anything. She was pissed ... and to have this chore constantly thrust upon her! Who were these idiots to think she'd seriously enjoy this?! What did she need to say?! To do?!

"Then you take this burden ... this role! You admire and love Redfang so much .... YOU TAKE THIS! I DON'T WANT IT! ANY OF IT!" Tossing her crutches away, she let herself fall and - somewhat forcefully - sit down. Her head shook, her body shaking harder. "...No. I can not. I never have wanted this .... I never will. That's it. You take his pups ..... someone else! But stop shoving this curse on me!" Not caring on the chain being reattached, she buried her head in her hands, sobbing though Amica could hear it before she left.

She wasn't only angry, unfortunately. She was scared ... but she didn't regret any of the words. They had been genuine and sincere. Forgive me Juno ... Diana. But really ... how?! How can anyone expect me to accept this?! Engaged or not?! This ... I can't do it .... Her hands continued concealing her face as she rested them on her good knee, muffling her cries.
 
Amica left her sobbing on the ground, not looking back as her own tears were shed. "I would if I could..." As Celeste's sobs faded from behind her she dried her tears knowing she needed to prepare for the night ahead.

No one else came to claim her after Amica left, Celeste apparently left to her own devices as outside the camp came alive with hammers, saws, and men at work. The preparations went on for hours, their chorus slowly giving way the the beating of drums and cracking of flames as night fell over the camp. Long, jumping shadows danced across the walls of her tent as music filled the area, the sound of wolves and humans laughing and howling at he starlit sky. Browntail was the one to finally come for her at this point, flanked by two more wolves who eyed her with hungry looks.

"Grab her," Browntail ordered them. "But watch yourself, she's as bad as Redfang."

The two large lycans seized her by the arms, using as much force as they needed to to get hold of them without hurting her too much. Keeping a tight hold of her Browntail grabbed her hair and forced her neck back, undoing the metal collar around her neck. "I told him you wouldn't go with Amica," he rumbled as he gestured for her captors to take her away. "Stubborn, the both of you." Without further ceremony the lycan holding her arms dragged her from the tent leaving her crutches behind. More than likely she would have been allowed to carry herself had she cooperated earlier, but she had made her choice

A huge bonfire had been built in the middle of camp, towering above the heads of every participant as it danced towards the sky. All around it one could see wolves jumping and howling while human women danced in provocative outfits, their faces painted in black lines as the teased the males with every movement. Wine barrels had been rolled out flowed freely, human and lycan both getting drunk and laughing at the flames as the drums beat. Circling the fire was the statues of gods, apparently carved from the local trees and standing high above the revelers. Mars, Diana, Apollp, Venus, and more, all the major gods of the wolves were represented and worshiped here. Animals of every type, oxen, sheep, pigs, stood ready to be sacrificed when the time came to make the offering.

This was no orderly feast of rigid ceremony, it was barely controlled chaos. And at its center, standing by the towering inferno stood Redfang himself. He wore nothing now, no armor whatsoever, and locked his yellow eye on Celeste as she was dragged to him from across the camp. At the sight of the Spartan commander being dragged out before them a chorus of roars and howls erupted, none louder than when she was thrown to the ground at his feet.

Redfang looked down at her, knowing full well what had transpired when Amica had been sent to prepare her. "Submit Spartan bitch," he growled out the threat, still refusing to use her name. "I know you're fear, I can smell it on you. Salty and wet, tears of prey with no where left to run."
 

By the time her eyes gazed up and saw the two Lycans, her arms - amazingly - relaxed against their grip. Wincing and hissing from the grip on her hair that Browntail had, she said nothing else aloud. Letting her eyes silently gaze around, she noted the so-called 'festival' that was now going on. The statues, the bonfire, the ... clothing. If one could call it that anyways. Even the offerings that had been prepared were - admittingly - impressive to gaze upon.

She had stopped crying ... but the hints hadn't left her cheeks even after all the time that passed. Her head shook no, her eyes remaining downward as she heard him speak. "No!" She hissed, her own venomous tone in her voice. "Just because I don't have anywhere to go - no thanks to you I may add - that doesn't mean I will forget of them! Why should I?! It'd be disrespectful .... wrong! I won't dare try to say Sparta is perfect ... " Her fists trembled as she finally mustered enough courage to gaze up to Redfang.

"But I can say that they were a better group of individuals than you or any of your Lycans have been to me! They are the main reason I didn't die after you tore Verona apart! They took me in, even despite not generally aiding women out! And they sure as hell didn't have to. But they did! They taught me .... helped me grow stronger .... " Her head continued shaking no. "Use Amica if you truly need someone. Her loyalty to you ... I do commend it. Really .... but me?"

Her head shook no again. "I will not promise anything; especially regarding getting more aid from my own deities about this! I will do whatever it takes ... to make it fail. But I'm not letting something I haven't desired from the get-go get shoved upon me! I never have .... and I never will!" Save the trembling in her voice, the venom never once left .... nor did the eye contact she made with Redfang.
 
Snarling, he grabbed her throat and lifting her several feet in the air letting her legs dangle underneath her. The sight of her, nude and hanging in his grasp send another cheer from the crowd who shouted and jeered at her, many offering suggestions of how to put her in her place. He could have easily crushed her windpipe if he had wanted to but simply held her in the air while he stared at her with a twisted grin on his face. While her voice was filled with venom it seemed she lacked any real bite to hurt him with tonight, the lycan commander considering her defeat almost inevitable.

"Bitch! I would see to it you always remember Verona and the night we came! Shout out delectation of hatred for me, tell them all of the terrible might of the lycans who ravaged your home." His grip tightened on her, his lips curling back and revealing his fangs as he felt her life in his hands. "I destroyed Verona because for all its strength we were stronger, because I desired what it had, and because I could!"

He threw her down to the ground, her body tumbling and land just a few feet from the inferno. Waves of heat billowed out from the wall of flame enveloping all around it. Redfang, despite his fur, seemed no worse for wear even standing so close to. As she got her bearings be came up from behind her, his arms wrapping underneath her own before locking behind her head. The hold would keep her chest exposed and thrust out as they sat there, the crowd going silent as they watched him "tame" the bitch.

"Sparta will be the same! Their might will fall before our fangs and claws!We will crush them and force them into our empire, our might expanding over all Greeze! But before that...I will have you. Because though you are strong I am stronger, because I desire you, and because I can."

At his words a woman approached from her place as a dancer, her chest naked and exposed for all to see. Save for a flowing loincloth she wore nothing else save the blackface paint that lines her features. One would need to look twice but it was soon clear from her eyes and the brand over her breast that this was Amica, a long branding iron in her hands. The tip was a closed circle of fangs like that which was worn on all of Redfang's slaves but this one had been given a special addition: a long arrow, like the kind she used to fight him with, broken between the teeth.

"Fight this all you want," he growled in her ear only loud enough for her to catch it. "I will see it happen."
 

Her eyes widened as she quickly moved her hands up. "...Damn you ... " She hissed, coughing and choking. "Verona ... did ... nothing against ... you! Thief! Monster! That's .... all you are!" She felt her body close to giving in and blacking out -- but she wouldn't dare. Not here .. not like this. That would only make things worse, not better. Clinging on and forcing herself to remain awake, another gasp left as she got dropped.

Coughing and choking a bit more as she rolled, her hands placed themselves shakily on the ground. She had been ready to try to push herself up ... up to her feet. But Redfang had went on and helped her. A muffled whimper of pain left as she felt the firm grip. Blinking a few times to adjust, she looked around the bonfire. Finally .... she did see something - no, someone else. A woman ... who had .... an iron?

It made her shiver a bit but her head shook even in Redfang's grasp. "I ... would rather stay a slave than ever be your mate!" She hissed, her eyes never leaving the iron. "You can break any bone you desire, my body if needed ... but you will never break my heart, my spirit, my loyalties! And I think I have shown that .... more than enough times. To you and the others!"
 
Forced up against his body, her back against his hard chest and between his legs she could feel his erection growing behind her as she struggled. His snout brushed against her hair taking in her scent, enjoying the sweet smell that was all her own. No other carried that much determination and fire, and the hint of fear hiding within it made it all the better. "Keep them then," he told her, referring to her loyalties. "Wear them like a badge of honer if you want. But I will ensure that every time you think of them they are burned with my image."

He nodded at Amica would closed her eyes and offered a silent prayer. Pulling the iron from the flames she turned towards Celeste, the brand burning a bright red as the air around it twisted with the heat.

"I will break your body, tonight and many time over. You will beg for my touch, beg to be given my seed before your life is over. I don't care if it take weeks, months, or even years. I will have you, mind and body."

With Redfang's blessing Amica stepped forward, eyes focused solely on Celeste and burning with a strange look of desire, as she thrust the brand forward on her right breast. A horrible hissing sound filled the air joining with the cries of the crowd, her flesh burning underneath the iron as it left its mark permanently on her body.
 

Her head shook as she chuckled. "No ... I won't. My life will definitely end before I dare let myself sink that low." She murmured, her eyes remaining right upon Amica. No pity ... no looking of begging her to stop would be seen. But .... she couldn't help but wonder why the young girl seemed to have her own expression and what it was. Lust was the first thing that came to her mind but ... was that even it? And if so ... of what exactly? Herself? She hadn't been fully joking when she pleased her that one day and said she had wanted them both, Amica and Redfang. But she didn't think the girl would ever want it back.

Had the argument they had not long ago somehow made her want Celeste now? It was ... weird to think of. But she knew fear wasn't the only aphrodisiac within the human body. Anger could be also and she had little doubts that right now, Amica was infuriated with her. To extents ... she couldn't blame the girl. Still, she wouldn't take back her words; they had all been the harsh truth. She wouldn't alter them for her or Redfang; not when she had meant them all.

Waiting for the iron to get closer to her skin, it would only be then that her fists clenched. Once it connected, her body trembled against Redfang. What Redfang could not see, Amica could. A few stray tears fell from her face to replace the scream that would have otherwise left. Her legs were especially shaking harder than most of her body, but she still kept herself standing. Breathing heavily through her nose, she remained still save the trembling, knowing it'd only be worse to try to pull away from the iron or Redfang.
 
Even knowing the pain it caused her was not enough to hide some of the excitement Amica felt seeing the older woman's body held up, her naked form caressed by firelight and awaiting the brand. It wasn't many years ago that Amica could remember herself in this very same position: held down with the iron pressed against her breast. But now she was the one giving it, the one marking Celeste with her master's brand. Truthfully she had never stopped wanting Celeste, their first encounter in the tent leaving her with the pleasant feeling of...she couldn't describe it. She only knew that she wanted to experience more of the women from Sparta, wanted to touch and be touched by her. But when she had screamed at her, let her know on no uncertain terms that she despised what Amica represented...she had pushed the thoughts from her mind. But Redfang had given it back to her, his canine face looking pleased at her as she pressed the brand hard against Celeste's skin. He would make Celeste accept this, make her accept Amica. It was the lycan way and as long as Amica served Redfang it would be her way, she promised. Revenge was the word that came to mind as she performed her task, the word sounding foreign in her mind but the anger she felt toward Celeste letting it in.

The red-hot iron was only pressed against her for a few second before being pulled away, to shot a time in some opinions, but is damage was done. Her breast now bore the mark of Redfang, his fangs emblazoned on her breast for any to see. Even if she managed to escape now anyone who discovered it would know it as a slave's mark, that she had been made the property of a lycan. Her fiancee, now so far away, how would react? In disgust? Pity? There was no way to be sure where she was now.

As the iron was dropped to the ground Redfang kept his hold on her, chuckling at feeling of her trembling against him. Before them Amica raised a hand up to Celeste's face, wiping away the tears that had fallen. The touch was soothing and gentle, a marked contrast to her actions just moments before, and as she stared at the girls new brand with an entranced gaze she could not help but kiss the lips of woman in front of her much to the excitement of Redfang.
 

Heavy pants left even as the iron finished it's work upon her. Her eyes first stared down at the mark. She hadn't tried to run; she should be proud of that fact. But as everything dawned on her, it made her tears fall faster. ... What'd I just do?! She felt herself panic as her tears continued falling. She may as well have agreed to be Redfang's mate ... because this mark basically meant that alone. Whatever he asked ... had to be given now. What had she been thinking? Or not in this case?

Her hands started to cover her face ... but stopped as Amica walked up. "...Amica I ... " A soft sigh left her lips as she felt her smooth skin - hands especially - wipe her tears away. Her head shook lightly as she managed to shakily finish her sentence up. "... I'm sorry ..." She murmured. And then ... that was when she took initiative and began the first kiss this time.

Everything else around her seemed to disappear as the girl's lips connected with hers. Her arms reached out to hold Amica .. but then got reminded they were being held. Her body slowly relaxed against Redfang's grip ... as she let out a sigh; soft but still audible all the same. Though it felt longer, only a minute passed. ... Forgive me ... And as her silent prayer finished, she moved her head forward, leaning into the kiss. She would never stop hating Redfang. Amica, unfortunately, was a different story somehow ...
 
Amica smiled into the kiss, hearing Celeste's apology just as she captured her lips in her own. She had not expected it entirely, the woman seeming like she would have never apologized for her words or actions, but with the mark burned into her skin and her simple caress...Celeste seemed so very welcoming now. "The way of the lycans..." the slave girl thought as her hands wrapped around the woman's belly, soft touches sliding across her towards her back. Her naked chest pressed against Celeste's own, the burnt skin just barely pressed against the girl reminding her of the pain. Behind her Amica's hands slid between her and Redfang, sliding between fur and flesh and she messaged her.

Redfang soon joined the exchange, his long tongue moving over Celeste's shoulder and up her neck. As his muzzle pressed against them both Amica pulled away from the kiss, nuzzling her master as he gently pressed his tongue against his slaves lips in what could have almost been a kiss. Pulling away from them Redfang let Celeste go, Amica becoming her only means of support as the girls lips found her own again.

Around them the true festivities had begun as the drums began to beat faster and the girls resumed their dancing, though not for very long as the wolves leaped towards the fire and picked the females up in their arms and threw them to the ground much to their delight. Still in chains the freshly captured girls were brought out as well, their own pleas for mercy lost in the beat of drums and the howl of wolves as they were each taken.

Holding her by the fire, Redfang slowly circling them both Amica whispered between their embrace "Lie down," the words wrapped in a lovers caress but still clearly an order.
 

It felt like forever ... but finally, Redfang let go and allowed her arms and body to move. Before that though, her nipples had hardened from the girl's touch. Apollo - or someone - had definitely blessed her because she had never been so turned on by a mere hand, touch even. "Gods Amica .... ohhhh ..." Her body shivered in delight as her eyes closed, panting and moaning as she let her continue to touch and fondle her. The burn was still there ... but it had seemed to fade, the pleasure becoming much more dominant soon enough.

A muffled whimper left as she then felt Redfang's tongue dance along her shoulder and neck. For a bit, Amica left ... and focused on Redfang. Turning quickly, she found her staring as the two made out. Something was getting to her, because even with Celeste being close to the fire, it felt like it was much further away. Probably from having been nude for so long ... all the same, she began to shiver, holding her body and hiding her erect nipples.

Somewhere between the watching and holding, she found Amica soon back near her. Now that her arms were free, she wrapped them around the young girl's body, helping them both lie down. Her heart raced ... why had that order been so easy? It terrified her ... but still she didn't want to leave; not Amica at least. Pulling the girl close, she leaned forward to kiss ... but stopped. She didn't want to risk either of them - Amica especially - getting punished for something neither had consent for.
 
She let herself be pulled down by Celeste, her face burning red from the heat of her body and the fire. As she lay on top of Celeste her legs fell in-between hers, her thin layer of clothing all that separated their mounds. Amica wondered if Celeste could feel how wet she was through her garment, how excited she was to lie atop the naked woman feel her under her hands. She leaned in to meet her kiss, giggling when she saw the look of hesitation on the other girls face when she recognized it for what it was: fear. Not of the act, but the same fear she had as a young slave when wondering if she was allowed to do something. "Shhhh..." She let out a soothing whisper, the back of her hand rubbing against the woman's cheek. Genrly she pushed Celeste's face towards the fire where Redfang stood on all fours, watching them. His breathing was growing harder as he watched the two women, tongue moving out to lick his maw.

"I wouldn't be here..." Amica explained, "if he didn't wish it." Lowering herself again she kissed her hard, her tongue sliding out to dance over her own while her hips played the same enticing movements over her body. Biting her lower lip she slowly pulled away, her hands running down Celeste's shoulders and over the mounds of her breasts as she sat over the prone woman. Straddling her waist her hips moved back and forth over her own, dancing in time with the drums as her hands rubbed over her body. As the music moved faster she took one of Celeste's hands in hers, offering her the string of her loin cloth and licking her lips in anticipation.
 

What am I doing?! That was all she could hear as she stared up at Amica's body. She felt so ... loose ... easy all of a sudden. She really did want this, didn't she? The more it dawned on her, the faster she was beginning to sob. "Amica .... " Her voice was shaky as was her body by now. Mixed in with her cries was a shiver as her hand continued wiping her tears away. As her head was guided towards Redfang's face, she didn't have to look down to know this was most likely getting him as excited as it was herself.

For a bit, she continued to gaze at him. Uncertainty ... mostly with herself though ... was seen along with the reflection of the fire. As Amica spoke - and kissed her again - her head looked back up at the young girl. A low wince mingled with a moan left. Her shoulder and leg had mostly healed; though with her upper body there still was quite the scab that would eventually shift into a scar. For now though, since it could be re-opened, it did make Celeste a bit uneasy to have that spot touched.

Pulling away from the kiss, she let her own hands move along Amica's back. ".... Forgive me .... " She whispered again, letting her right hand eagerly accept the string and pull it off. Gently but swiftly pulling her down, she began kissing her deeply ... passionately. "Let me make up for everything ... " She murmured. Guiding her into 69, like she had back in their first 'meeting', she drove her tongue right up her cunt. Her soft moans began getting louder as that same afternoon played back in her mind. Somehow ... the girl tasted sweeter. Continuing to guide her tongue in and out, she would let it go over her clit every now and again, moaning as she watched and felt it harden.
 
"Ah...Celeste...!" Amica groaned over her, eagerly allowing herself to be moved into position. She bit her lip as Celeste reacquainted herself with her pussy, her juices flowing freely and toes curling from the sensation. Her pert bottom pressed back against the tongue, small tremors erupting from her body as Celeste gave her apology. "It's alright...." she whispered, hands sliding out over Celeste's thighs. On their first meeting she had been covered in tight leather, unable to really touch her sex. But now... "Mmmm..." bending down she kissed her cunt, her own tongue sliding out between the two lips and tasting her nectar for the first time. Sweet...

Redfang watched them writhe against each other, his erection throbbing and hungry hanging between his legs. Every time one of them moaned, every time one of his females let out a cry of pleasure he let out his own growl. He was barely containing himself, enjoying the sight of them rutting like animals in heat as slowly paced around them.

Amica's trained tongue dove deeply into her folds, her fingers rubbing Celeste's thighs and pulling her up to meet her. Denied this experience before she worked even harder now, moaning and kissing the wet sex as Redfang brought himself closer in, sniffing aloung Celeste's leg and moving slowly up her body to face her.
 

Moan after moan continued to leave Celeste, her breathing getting harder, heavier. Had Venus cursed her sometime tonight? This felt so good ... her cares seemed to have faded. Keeping her tongue diving in and out, her hips bucked against Amica's tongue. "Mmmmmm....." Remembering that her hands were now free this time, she began pressing upon Amica's clit, trapping it with her left thumb and index finger. The tugging and licking, she had a feeling, would drive Amica over the edge.

And even in her lustful state, she hadn't forgotten - not fully - that Redfang was watching. She had gazed over out of the corner of her eyes every now and again. Sure enough, he was hard ... loving this as much as they were. It somehow made her proud ... content. And yet at the same time, it scared herself to see how easy she had given into these orders. Had she really given up? So fast?

Sliding her right hand over, she reached towards Redfang. Hesitating only for a second - maybe a bit more - she wrapped it around his thick member. Beginning to move her hand up and down, she never stopped the rubbing of her clit and diving of her tongue. The prior knowledge of having wanted this - the both of them at once - was only making it worse in a way. Now ... she finally was getting it. And .... she didn't want to say it; but gods help her she wanted this!
 
Her sexual desire had already been rising for some time, even before Celeste had been taken out from her tent, from the provocative dances she had taken part in. Having personally marked Celeste into Redfang's fold and feeling her lips on her body she had nearly been pushed off the edge immediately, and now when her clit was played with by such an eager hand...

"Sweet Venus...!" She couldn't hold herself back, cumming hard on Celeste's mouth and crying in sweet release. Her fingers, already pressed inside her lover's sex, pushed in deeply in response curling against the tight walls. As her own sex dripped with desire she could feel Celeste nearing her own, knowing just how badly the woman was desiring this...before she stopped, her fingers always slowing and dancing on the edge of her release. Her face red with desire she smiled, enjoying the playful revenge she was taking on her. "Redfang wanted you to beg!" she cried out, shuddering as another wave of extasy hit her. "I want to hear you beg..."

Redfang moaned as her hand wrapped around his cock, moving his hips closer and over her face. His cock was thick and radiating an intense heat of its own, the first signs of his knot beginning to swell at the base from her actions. Claws digging into the grounds beside her head his pushed his hips forward, helping her hand by moving in time with her.
 
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