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Pet of the Huntress (SexyWriter et Madam Mim)

Red smiled and reached up to pat his head when he brought back the bowls. She took them from him and turned to the fire, ladling stew into each.

"If you can keep that up without my having to do anything all through dinner, you might get dessert a little early," she suggested, ghosting her fingertips along his shaft before taking up her spoon and blowing on her first bite. Her painted lips puckered seductively, conjuring images of what they might look like wrapped around a throbbing shaft, or placing delicate kisses on bare flesh.

"Mmm..." Red closed her eyes and groaned orgasmically at her first bite of her supper. Opening her eyes, she looked over at Jason. "Granny's recipe. Never fails."
 
Jason smiled slightly as she patted his head, both amused and pleased by the show of affection. Then she issued that little challenge, and he grinned. Nothing like a little challenge to keep things interesting. With her about, it wouldn't e too hard to keep up his arousal- after all, she was sexy as hell, and just remembering the things they had done, and fantasizing about what "dessert" might be were enough to keep him "up" for now.

He sat down, taking the bowl from his Huntress with a nod of thanks, using the spoon to carry the stew to his mouth. He nodded in appreciation. "The best stew I've ever had." He said honestly. Though he had eaten a lot of stew, being a forester and a guide, it was more of a travel food than a good meal. This, however, was glorious.
 
Red smiled. "Good, I'm glad. Granny always was a phenomenal cook, you know."

As the Huntress continued eating she looked over her pet. Such a powerful creature had submitted to her so quickly and willingly...she had to wonder why. What was his pack like that he willingly became a slave to their sworn enemy? Or was she just that good and hadn't realized it? Her lips twitched upward at the thought.

Red's eyes ran over his body again, pausing to look openly at Jason's hard shaft. She would be very impressed if he could keep it up as long as he needed to without any sort of intervention. As she ate she thought of things she could make for his "dessert." She had the day before made a pie, so maybe...? No, that was too messy, and a waste of pie. She could always melt up some sugar then keep the result warm so as to stay viscous, but not burn her. Yes...that sounded like a good idea. Then some pie after; after all, there was never an excuse not to eat pie.

Wordlessly, the Huntress stood and disappeared for a moment before coming back with a small saucepan. She set it over the fire, keeping an eye on the sugar so it would melt but not caramelize. She smiled wordlessly, not volunteering any sort of information to Jason. If he asked, he wouldn't get a straight answer anyway.
 
Jason had to wonder why was going on in her head as her eyes slid over his body, her gaze lending some ease to keeping his erection up. Simply being exposed to her was exciting in its own way. He remained seated and silent as she got up and went to the house, so returning and placing the pan and sugar over the fire. Her small smile told him that any questions would be met with a roundabout answer that left him more confused than before. So he sat by silently, finishing up his food and keeping his thoughts on arousing, tantalizing things. He would bet that the sugar was for whatever she had in mind for his "dessert", and he with that thought, he began to suspect what it might be. The corner of his mouth twitched and his cock pulsed slightly in anticipation.
 
Red ate her supper quietly, stirring the sugar regularly so it wouldn't burn. Once she had finished her stew she focused all of her attention on the fire, tying her hair back with a red ribbon she kept in her pocket. That would come in handy later, as well. Once the sugar was viscous enough to drizzle, she looked over at Jason.

"Do you like sweets, pet?" she asked quietly, eyes smoldering. One corner of her mouth was quirked upward in a sort-of smirk as she spoke. "I'm very fond of them, you know. And you can always do such creative things with them. Granny and I used to make a gingerbread house every year, and we'd make the windows out of sugar like this. The problem with this sort of sugar, though, is that it hardens very quickly."

Red straightened and looked at him, unlacing her bodice with one hand though she didn't remove any of her clothing. "Let's test those wolfy reflexes, hmm?" she suggested. "How fast are you?"

The sugar was a little too hot, but Red didn't wince as she removed the wooden spoon from the pot and used it to drizzle the melted sugar. A glistening trail of clear sugar was drizzled down her throat, over shoulder, across her chest, then down between her breasts. Her soft, creamy skin turned pink where the warm sugar had touched and she stared at Jason, waiting.
 
It took Jason only about half a second after she finished speaking to understand the implied instruction and he was beside her in an instant, his lips and tongue moving down her neck, lapping up the sweet, syrupy sugar and cleaning off her skin. As his lips trailed down to her shoulder, his hands moved to the unlaced bodice, gently moving to take it off her body, preparing for when his search for his 'dessert' required him to have better access to her body. After all, some of that sweet liquid had trailed down between her pale breasts, and that would need to be taken care of as well.

His tongue and lips, though seeking out the sugar, did not spare any attention to her flesh, gently kissing and nibbling as he went, following the pink path created by the warm sugar. As he paused over her breasts, he growled a response to her question, quietly. "I love sweets, Huntress." then his mouth, lips, and tongue went back to work as his hands caressed her and removed the fabric hiding her body from his tongue, still following the trail of sugar.
 
"Mmm..."

Red closed her eyes as Jason's lips and tongue worked their way over her skin; down her neck, over her shoulder. Her nipples quickly perked in the cool air as he moved her bodice away fro her breasts and pulled down her thin shirt. Slowly she ran her fingers through his hair as he worked his way downward.

"Good...we should get along then, pet," she crooned, "with both of us having such a...wicked sweet tooth."

Red smiled and let her top fall down to her waist. The syrupy sugar had only gone so far before cooling so much it could no longer drip over her skin. It had stopped midway down her torso, between her breasts and her bellybutton. Dipping the spoon into the pot once more, she rose up onto her knees to let the apple red cloth fall further as she slid the spoon over each breast, circling each areola before sliding it between her breasts once more. She trailed it down the center of her toned stomach, stopping just short of her pelvic mound before drawing a Y on her body.

From just beneath her bellybutton sugar was trailed first to one thigh, then to the other. Red sat firmly on her knees, spread a hips-width apart so that the spoon could be dragged along the joint where her thigh met her pelvic bone, just shy of her quickly moistening, sweet pussy.
 
Jason didn't pause in his work as she added sugar to her body, and obediently lapped it up, enjoying every second of it. He took each of her nipples in his mouth, one at a time, sucking the syru from her skin and circling her buds with his tongue. Then his lips left her breasts reluctantly and moved down the tral on her stomach, his tongue swirling briefly in her belly-button to clean up the sugar pooled within.

Then his lips went down one thigh, and he slowed slightly, being sure to pay close attention to each and every inch. Then he kissed back up to her hips before making the same path down the other leg. He had passed within an inch of her sex several times, and he could smell the sweetness that lingered within. That dessert didn't need any sugar... but that wasn't to say it would hurt it.

His cock was now as hard as steel, arousal and heat radiating from the thick shaft. Yet he ignored his desire and continued to lick up his dessert from the beautiful woman before him.
 
Red groaned gently as Jason worked his way down her body. He was a good pet, not needing direction to do what he was supposed to. She tightened her abs as he swirled his tongue in her belly-button, suppressing a giggle as he hit a ticklish spot. Once he got to her thighs she ran her fingers through his hair.

When the werewolf was done licking the sticky syrup off of her second thigh, she gripped his hair gently and guided him over to her sweet sex. Pulling at him softly, she encouraged him to nuzzle his face into her sweet cunt. She groaned and pushed her hips slowly up to his face, glad he had the discipline to ignore his own arousal in favor of her own satisfaction.
 
Her guiding hand in Jason's hair was hardly necessary, as he had suspected this to be the eventual destination for his lips and tongue. He began his work at her sensitive flower with soft licks and pressing his lips to her flesh. His lips enveloped hers and suckled at the sweet nectar laying upon them. Then his tongue darted inside her as she pressed his face to her sex. He was unsure how he had become such an obedient pet for this woman, everything leading to this point seeming like a dream. But if the was the reward for such things... He could get used to it.

His lips shifted focus from the delicate folds to the small bud of her clit, suckling at it between licks and thrusts of his tongue, listening for his mistress's moans of approval.
 
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