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Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

As sexy as Jessie looked in her usual underwear there was a breathtaking quality to the sight of the woman in such sexy attire. She was so gorgeous, even in the most simple clothing Jessie was stunning and perfect, but when she stepped up her game it was captivating. Fucking love, it made the strangest shit happen, like sexy underwear causing Leslie to pause when she had been so adamant about pleasuring herself, the bodyguard just taking a minute to stare in awe at the body of the woman she had committed herself to. Leslie couldn't help but think she needed to step up her game a bit and get dressed up for her beautiful policewoman. Of course her mind leapt from the sexy lingerie to how she could also put on some sort of sexy cat or dog costume, and only spiraled from there. Playful chastising in the form of Jessie's seductive voice brought her back to attention, and just in time to see her lover so tantalizingly lower herself to the floor on her hands and knees. The hunter was practically drooling at the sight, fingers picking up the pace again in the presence of the unbearably sexy sight.

As Jessie moved closer Leslie began masturbating at a more vigorous pace, fingers plummeting into her hot wet slit, the smell desire pouring off of her as her thumb roughly rubbed her clit in time with each plunge of her fingers inside her tight channel. She was moaning with each rough desperate thrust. The way Jessie moved had Leslie captivated, watched as her muscles rippled and feeling like a meal to be devoured by her neighbor. How willing she felt to let Jessie have everything, to let this dominant woman have her way and just enjoy the ride into the depths of pleasure. Yet as sensual as the movements were she knew Jessie wouldn't be taking her, there would be no forceful and passionate embrace after Leslie had been injured. It left it up to Leslie to achieve her own satisfaction, only relying on Jessie for the material in which to fantasize.

The bite at her thigh drew her attention downwards more than before, her hand still working to push her towards pleasure as moans of ecstasy poured from her lips. Jessie was gorgeous, a ravenous beast more tantalizing than any Leslie had ever been with before. There was no doubt that she was more attracted to Jessie than she had been to anyone else that had been invited in to her bed, which was a comforting feeling to have before they had even slept together. As much as she had dreaded the plan originally she had been feeling more satisfied with it recently. For once sex hadn't been the focus, in fact as much as Leslie tried thought about sex on a daily basis she had found herself forgetting about it when laying on the couch or eating dinner in with Leslie. She had been content. Even with their play sessions which never ceased to leave her horny as hell she felt content, an odd sort of content but content none the less.

Jessie was truly the woman she wanted, and her unabashed moans were but one thing that showed just how much she enjoyed it all. Leslie's climax was quickly approaching in fact, so quickly that her fingers began to slow and her moans steady out. She didn't want to cum yet, she couldn't. Leslie still needed permission. She didn't ask for it immediately but instead continued to pleasure herself and watch, curious what Jessie would do in that position between her legs. When a flash of gold appeared Leslie's heart jumped, fear shooting through her for a moment, but her fingers never stopped moving. As quickly as the fear appeared Leslie's mind had rationalized it. She pushed the initial thought away in favor of a more convenient one. She sighed relief as it all made sense in her head. She had seen the gold due to the stress of her day and the feeling of a predator being given off, and Leslie believed it.

Leslie had so quickly dismissed the 'illusion' that it was like it never happened, her mind focusing on the sensations of Jessie's body on hers and lips against her skin. It was heavenly and she moaned at each kiss and nibble as her own hand pushed her forwards towards an orgasm once more. It was easier to build after being denied once and she felt the pleasure build with each thrust of her fingers, only aided by the delicate touches from her trial girlfriend. Then she was given a permission of sorts and one she quickly jumped on, hand picking up to its maximum pace once more as each sense feasted on the woman atop her. Eyes watched the sway of the perfect ass she wanted more than anything, her nose reveling in the sweet smell Jessie always seemed to give off like a pheromone, skin on skin and warm breath nudging her towards her goal, and the seductive voice drawing her in like a Siren. "F-Fuck..." She moaned out, body jerking as she skirt the edge, "Please... Please let me cum." She begged and whimpered without a moments hesitation, but above all else she was waiting, controlling her urges while on the very precipice of cumming, all without even thinking about it.
 
“You need permission?” Jessie chuckled. It amazed her how far Leslie had come in her training. In their first sessions of playtime, her lover would sometimes take even just a tiny bit of praise and twist it around until it sounded like permission. Stints like that would get her pet some punishment, though Jessie couldn’t help but think that sometimes Leslie acted out on purpose, just because she secretly liked how intense her Mistress could get if she were annoyed enough.

“If you want real permission, I guess you’ll have to really earn it.” The cop nipped Leslie’s ear affectionately. She was careful to not say ‘pet’ or any variation of the word; tonight it was just them. Even though they did indulge in many scenes, she never wanted Leslie to forget that she was more than just her toy. The cop let her body slink down her lover’s form; it wasn’t often that Jessie got down on her knees for someone. She hooked her fingers around the band of Leslie’s pants and panties, interrupting her from her play for just a moment. “Up.” The moment that the bodyguard obeyed the request, Jessie began tugging, pulling the whole mess of fabric down those gorgeous long legs.

This was the first time that Jessie was getting a good look at Leslie naked. During all their sessions, Leslie would keep some of her clothes on, usually at the very least her panties, so that Jessie didn’t lose control and take what she so badly wanted. And last night Leslie had been entirely bared, but it had been so dark that Jessie hadn’t gotten a good view. Though now she was sorry she was getting such a close show. There was a mark, brand, a horrible tattoo that she had glimpsed last night. She wanted to back away, defend herself, but Leslie’s delicious scent made her stupid as fuck. Even when danger was staring her in the face, Jessie’s sex drive ruled her brain. The werewolf knew that tattoo belonged to hunters. ”How the fuck did I miss that?!”

It took her only a brief pause to rationalize that she had never seen any silver bullets in Leslie’s little arsenal. Though that didn’t mean much, she could be hiding them somewhere secret… But even then, she had never coming home smelling like wolves. Not once in the entire nearly half year that they had been neighbors had Jessie smelled a wolf on the bodyguard. ”Whatever… No big deal… She doesn’t know what I am, and she doesn’t need to know.” Love makes people do stupid things, such as make Jessie believe that she could hide something so monumental as being a werewolf from a hunter.

Or maybe it wasn’t love, maybe it was the scent of Leslie’s sopping wet slit and the immediate pang of desire that she felt upon looking at that delicious sex. As silly as it was, Jessie found herself a little jealous of Leslie’s fingers. The cop wished that she was the one buried in hot velvet, and a shiver ran down her spine at just the thought of sinking her cock deep into her girlfriend to finally claim her.

“Cum for me…” Jessie’s voice was breathless. Her desire entirely evident in her dark eyes as she looked up at Leslie for a moment to grant permission. Then she leaned forward, nibbling and licking at her lover’s inner thighs, giving Leslie all the stimulation that she dare give without losing control.

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After playtime, Jessie turned back into the overprotective girlfriend now that her wounded lover was spent. She asked Leslie if she needed anything about a thousand times before bed. She offered extra pillows, a glass of water, ibuprofen, a heating pack, a cooling pack, anything she could possibly think of that might help with her lover’s shoulder. Good thing Leslie was down an arm, because Jessie was becoming aware that her girlfriend would probably strangle her for being annoyingly adorably worried. When they both crawled into their pjs and got into bed, Jessie even laid on the opposite side that she usually slept on….even though it was weird and she didn’t like it one bit. But still, she insisted. She didn’t want to accidentally bump Leslie’s bad shoulder in her sleep. Part of her was thinking that they should just go sleep in separate beds all together, but she really did want to cuddle.

“Les…” Jessie murmured into her lover’s neck as she tried to frame a question that was bothering her. “That tattoo on your hip…” Really it was strange that to her that it was on Leslie’s hip. Jessie had seen hunter tattoos before, and both times they had been in a place where the marking could be displayed proudly, not hidden away under layers of clothing. ”Does that tattoo belong to an international organization of werewolf hunters? Ugh. She’ll think I’m crazy…” Fuck, now she’d started her question so had to finish it. “It looks like a gang tat…you’re not- I mean…nevermind. Er… what’s it symbolize?”
 
Leslie had certainly become use to the way things were done between herself and Jessie. There were certain rules she followed when with her lover and the one that had been drilled in to her mind by excitement had been asking for permission. At first part of her had been confused by the notion, but she quickly found herself excited by the begging and especially the request of permission for her climaxes. She did skirt the rules, all of them, but she still looked to Jessie for a true acknowledgement, even if it seemed they were not committing to the roles of dominant and submissive. Unfortunately for the horny hunter Jessie was not an easy woman to please and getting permission had never been an easy thing. In fact she could remember nights where she was left with a resolute no or tormented before being given the okay. Not that she hated that, sure in her horny state it seemed unbearable, but it was also quite sexy to have such a woman controlling her pleasure... To have her body react to Jessie's orders.

Leslie was completely giving herself over to Jessie, helping her neighbor remove her clothing before once again getting comfortable. It wasn't difficult, she trusted Jessie, and more than anything she was happy to finally be able to show her body off to her lover. Leslie was quite proud of what she had to offer and knowing there was now more flesh for the cop to be enticed with wasn't so bad either, a confidence booster. Leslie attributed the hesitation she noticed to that simple possibility. She couldn't help but let her narcissism and desire push all other thoughts out of her mind other than that of Jessie pausing only to admire what was her's. Besides, she liked to think about how she belonged to Jessie. It was something her sexy cop had entertained on several occasions. In fact she felt that way so often that there was no doubt in Leslie's mind that Jessie felt that way.

Jessie's skillful teasing and her hungry eyes were enough to keep Leslie focused on the immense self-pleasure she had been building within herself. Each movement of her slender digit was incredible and her moans were becoming closer and closer together. Once more she was pushing the boundary between pleasure and orgasm, each time she got close only to deny herself it became more difficult to do so. She was once more forced to slow herself, deeper more deliberate movements replacing her sharp almost wild masturbation, and the entire time she was looking down at the gorgeous woman between her legs. The gorgeous creature was seductive and ha a perfect mix of caring and dangerous to really drive Leslie crazy. Then it came, finally Jessie gave her the permission she had been desperate for. Leslie went back to it full force and before long her hips bucked and she cried out Jessie's name. Not Mistress or anything of the sort but her actual name. Even then, she wanted so much more.

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After sexual satisfaction things became easier, if a bit annoying. Jessie was such a loving woman that she refused to leave Leslie be. To Jessie there seemed to be many more concerns, and she had to make sure that Leslie was comfortable. It was funny really, for someone who loved tormenting her she was awfully worried, though Leslie knew she was comparing two completely different things. Jessie asked whether Leslie needed a pillow, medication, water, and apparently whatever else she could think of. Leslie needed none of it but it never seemed to end. And it didn't, not until they were finally in bed. Leslie quickly became comfortable in the new position with Jessie snuggled up with her and for once she was really worn out. One thing about quick healing was that it drained the hunters. Sure they got to heal quickly but they weren't energetic while doing it. Fast healing was a blessing and as long as Leslie didn't exert herself she would be fine in a day or two. She still wasn't looking forward to finding an explanation for that.

Leslie was confident she would figure it out and in the meantime she wanted to enjoy the relaxation her injury forced upon her. She was already quite happy in bed with Jessie, though the pjs were a tad unwelcome seeing as she wanted to sleep in the nude. It wasn't going to happen of course because Jessie would worry too much, or be too concerned about losing her calm like the night before, but sheets against her bare skin was a missed sensation. Sometimes nothing could feel as good as being nude under the covers and having the soft cool fabric running over the flesh. She had to deal with it. Jessie seemed to have a unfortunate topic of conversation to do just that.

The topic of her tattoo was a taboo subject for her and if Jessie could have seen her face she would have noticed the distaste expressed by her features. "Don't worry Jessie it's not a gang tat, the gang I started when I was younger didn't have a symbol." She gave a half-hearted laugh knowing that could be a topic of future discussion and kind of wishing it was the main topic. She had been part of a gang, and it wasn't a bad gang, but before that she had been part of something much more disturbing. "No.." She sighed heavily and pushed back against Leslie a bit, as if seeking comfort. "The tattoo symbolizes a part of my life I've been running away from for a long time. I really don't like thinking about it. I guess you could say the orphanage I grew up in was not a normal one." She huffed, "I'd just rather not talk about it, I cut those ties long ago. Sorry." She whispered the last bit and closed her eyes, her heart racing as she recalled her past. She could almost taste the unpleasant as she tried to calm down, not having thought about the organization in a long time.

Leslie's childhood hadn't seemed back at the time but if she looked back it was horrific. She was doing things that would destroy most people and doing so under indoctrination so deep it could only be done on those exposed from her young age. Sure she hadn't left it behind. The creatures she hunted could be a major threat and the few times something had gone on a rampage close to where she lived she took care of it, but she was no longer a 'hunter'. She sighed again before getting more comfortable and wondering whether or not Jessie would let it go at that. She could have just lied and that had been her first instinct. She had a whole crazy story about a group of gorgeous women and a sexual orgy just crazy enough that people usually bought it, mainly because she described it as a cult. It was ridiculous sure but it kept people distracted enough to ignore it. She didn't want to lie to Jessie though, even if the lie was a fantastic one full of sex and debauchery. Maybe especially because of the sex and debauchery, because Jessie wouldn't have been as thrilled as other women. Her jealousy could be just as nerve-wracking as it was adorable.
 
Jessie bit back a comment when Leslie mentioned starting a gang when she was younger. She’d yell at her later for it, but right now she had to be a good listener because whatever illegal activities the bodyguard had committed years ago were not as important as the tattoo on her body right now. So the cop remained quiet, even though she had oh so many questions. And her silence paid off, because Leslie soon revealed what she had been desperately hoping: that Leslie wasn’t a hunter anymore. “I’m sorry, Les… I didn’t mean to pry.” Jessie whispered softly as she nuzzled at her girlfriend’s neck to try to cheer her up. “I just…want you belonging to me is all; and not some gang.”

Part of her knew that hunters were necessary. Accidents happened, some people couldn’t deal with becoming a werewolf and it drove them mad. It was easier for Jessie to remain in control of her urges, she had been born this way. Sometimes her hunger for raw meat was so great that the thought of feasting on a human crossed her mind, but she could resist the temptation though, and had always managed to arrange her transformations so that she could retreat into the woods where there was plenty of food that was not human. But individuals who had contracted this condition much later in life had a hard time adjusting to the pain of transformations, the intense hunger, and the burden of carrying such a tremendous secret for the rest of their lives. Many of those wolves went crazy, and in those instances, hunters were needed to put them down. Alphas sure as hell didn’t want to. Jessie had already helped her father once kill a lone wolf for the safety of the pack, she didn’t want to do it again.

So she dropped the topic entirely. Leslie seemed to have had a hard time coming to terms with what she had done in her past life, and Jessie wasn’t about to dredge up all those old horrors. It was more than enough to know that the bodyguard was no longer involved with the organization. As long as Jessie didn’t have to constantly fear being found out, she could relax and just enjoy Leslie’s company.

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For the weeks that followed, Jessie just pretended to not notice that Leslie had been totally healed up only a few days after her injury. Her lover wanted to pretend to no longer be a hunter, and Jessie was content to live in the fantasy that they were both just regular ol’ humans. The only drawback to their situation was the fact that their play sessions were rather tame. Jessie wouldn’t put Leslie through any particularly stressful scenes if she were injured. So the toys in their arsenal had switched from steel nipple clamps and leather coated paddles to feather teasers and suede floggers. It wasn’t too terrible, Jessie did enjoy the degree of psychological warfare involved with softer scenes. But she couldn’t wait for a night when she could finally just wrestle Leslie into her restraints and do whatever the hell she wanted to her naughty pet.

It would be awhile before she finally got what she wanted though. Jessie had already sort of worked out a tentative timeline. Judging by Leslie’s supposed recovery date projected by her doctor, the bodyguard should be all set for playtime by Christmas. But by then, Jessie was going to want to make them official first, and finally, properly claim her girlfriend. All they had to do was make it through Christmas at her parents’ and they’d be in the clear to have a nice, romantic night together all to themselves.

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“Les! Are you ready baby?” Jessie called out after having knocked on her neighbor’s door. It was Christmas Day, and they were running late to go to Jessie’s parents for lunch. Usually she would just use her spare key to wander inside her lover’s apartment, but she didn’t want to go in and accidentally peak at a present that Leslie might still be wrapping.
 
Leslie could tell just how much Jessie wanted to get on to her about the gang but she held herself back. The bodyguard knew just how difficult it was for her and she couldn't help but be glad that conversation would wait until another time, because she didn't feel like talking about it. Ugh, that was going to be one hell of a long conversation seeing as she had done quite a bit during her reign as boss of the backstreets gang, though at the time she had seen herself as some sort of Robin Hood. All of her would be revealed to Jessie in time. Still, Jessie was worried and she couldn't help but be glad of that fact. "Don't worry Jessie, I'm yours... Besides, you could never pry because I want you to know everything. So please ask me whatever you want, just know I'm pretty damn flawed." She chuckled and snuggled up against Jessie, getting comfortable and letting out a gentle sigh. "You know even if I were in a gang I would give it up for you. I am hopelessly addicted to being with you." Everything she did was better with Jessie like some damn drug and if she had any ties to trouble left she would have cut them all for the cop, without hesitation.

She would never completely be done with her past because part of her knew some of the things she had been trained to do were needed, and if she had to she would step up and do what she had been trained to do. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, she hated the job even if it was needed, but letting innocent people was not something she would do. It wasn't something to concern herself with or think about but just a thought. Instead of pondering what could never happen she smiled and rested her head, letting her exhaustion over take her and falling asleep soon enough.

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During her 'recovery' Leslie had to be sure and take things easy. She was healed up in a few days but that was an impossibility that she couldn't explain to Jessie without ruining things. There was a possibility she would accept what she was told about hunters and her past, which explained her quick recovery, but it was a complication best avoided if possible. It did put her in a position to be teased instead of tortured during their play time. It was invigorating but at the same time she couldn't help but want the rough bindings and punishments... Fuck, wanting punishments was such a masochistic desire but she couldn't help lust after Jessie and her dominant nature. She wanted more and the entire duration of her recovery was spent thinking about when they would finally take the step to being a real couple. Of course while they were technically still on trial until Jessie decided to truly take her Leslie had already started referring to Jessie as her girlfriend and having expectations of a relationship. They had certainly been dating long enough. Hell, Leslie would be spending the second holiday in a row with Jessie's family.

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"Yes yes~" She sang in response to Jessie's knock and question, taking the group of wrapped presents and putting them in a bigger box to make carrying them easier. She knew they were running late but she wanted everything to be perfect and that meant making sure presents for the entire family were wrapped, and that she looked fucking great. In fact Leslie was going a bit more feminine than she had ever been around Jessie and the first sight of it would be when she opened the door. Her top wasn't so unusual, just something cute and white that fit her without being tight and showing off. What was different was the skirt she was wearing and how much of her smooth leg she had decided to show off. She looked feminine and her hair and makeup were more carefully attended to than normal, though that being said the makeup was still incredibly light.

All the prep in the world couldn't stop her from being Leslie though and when she answered the door with a giant grin and a big ass box of presents. "I'm totally ready!" She turned sideways as she exit her place and kissed Jessie before closing the door and locking up behind her. "Let's go~" She was in a good mood because she was completely healed up and ready to spend time with the people important to Jessie. Besides she had some great gifts, a couple normal ones and just one or two in order to liven things up, especially because she had to get something entertaining for Jessie's brother for their little rivalry. There was one for all of them but Jessie's real present was still in her place, she had a private one and one for the family event. She just hope they were all enjoyed because she had really come to like Jessie's family and being around them and her. Really she spent more time at Jessie's place than her own now.
 
The Charger was already packed up with Jessie’s presents, now all they had to get in there was whatever Leslie had bought so that they could be on their merry way. Even though she had insisted numerous times that getting presents for her family was unnecessary, her neighbor was proving to be a true sweetheart. Even though her personality could be a little quirky sometimes, Leslie was turning out to be quite the keeper

When the door opened, Jessie found herself just standing there, staring at her girlfriend like an idiot. She was absolutely dumbstruck by the surprising sight before her, and it was so silly too. Leslie was still just Leslie…just today Leslie was in a skirt and had paid a little more attention to detail when doing her hair and make up. But those little changes had Jessie staring at her lover hungrily. Seeing her girlfriend in skirt made her a look more vulnerable, poorly protected by clothes, and was driving the predator and Mistress part of Jessie absolutely wild.

While Leslie had gone the feminine route, Jessie had gone the other way and was looking a little more masculine. She wore a holiday spirited green button down with a dark grey vest over it. A pair of men’s dark wash jeans finished the ensemble; even though the jeans did nothing for her ass, they did an excellent job of hiding what was underneath. Jessie wore men’s clothing often enough that no one would really notice.

“Wow…” Was all the cop could mutter as Leslie’s passing kiss woke her up from her daze. “Wish we could stay so that I could unwrap you now.” It was a cheesy line, but hopefully her strong grasp on Leslie’s hips and the rough tug she gave her neighbor backwards made up for it. Jessie easily caught her lover with her own body, letting Leslie’s backside meld firmly with her front. Strong arms wrapped around the bodyguard’s waist, right under the box of presents. Jessie stood up on tip-toe, giving herself a little extra boost so that she could comfortably kiss along any exposed flesh near Leslie’s neck. Of course the motion of elevating herself put her body slightly off balance, just enough so that her pelvis ground firmly into Leslie’s rear as her back arched to compensate. Now her lover would definitely noticed that Jessie was packing a little extra between her legs.

She’d forgotten how much she had liked packing during her long bout of celibacy. But feeling Leslie’s ass putting pressure back against her cock reminded Jessie with a rush of power. If she really wanted to, she could have just said ‘fuck it’ and wrestled her neighbor to the ground. Packing allowed her to claim her lover whenever she wanted with very little warning, without having to wriggle around to try to get into her harness or waste time fiddling with straps. With a soft, possessive growl, Jessie bucked her hips forward. The urge to claim was only rivaled by her desire to not be nagged to death by her mother. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now…” Jessie heaved a disappointed sigh as she loosened up her grip and began to back off. “But I guess we’ll just have to wait til later. Come on, we better get going.”

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“You are late! The food ees cold!” Eva scolded as she moved towards Jessie once her daughter had finally revived. She then pelted Jessie with some extra nagging, just for good measure. Saying how she should have her hood up or a hat on so that she didn’t get sick, fussing over how Jessie probably sped to get here, and was still late, and wishing that her daughter would not wear men’s clothes because they made her look like a lesbian and hit how pretty she was (to which Jessie just answered that she was indeed a lesbian and it wasn’t like she was wearing a brown paper bag over her head to hide how pretty she was). “Manuel! Do something about your daughter.”

“She has jour sharp tongue.” The old wolf chuckled from his place in his recliner. Anna and Jackson were both sitting on the couch, looking like they might both burst into laughter. Finally seeing his wife send him a burning glare, Manuel quickly added. “She ees too old for me to heet, mi amor. Leave her be. I am sure there was traffic, jes mija?” Manuel got out of his seat and motioned to his son to stand as well. “Jackson, ayudarles con sus regalos.” Jessie’s twin of course had no urge to help Leslie at all, so he walked a little faster than his father so that he could take the pile of presents from his sister.

Seeming to accept the theory that there had been traffic, Eva settled down a little bit. Enough anyways to give Jessie a proper hug now that the presents were out of her arms. She did the same for Leslie. “At least su novia looks nice tonight.” The matriarch tossed her guest a little bit of praise before moving to herd the two towards the table that was already set up with a variety of foods, most of them still steaming. “Come, come. Let us eat.”
 
Jessie's reaction was perfect and Leslie couldn't help but grin as her lover took a nice long look at Leslie when she was giving feminine a real shot. It was a rare thing for her because she preferred jeans and a t-shirt to almost anything else, but driving Jessie wild was all part of her dastardly Christmas plot. Really she was always quite beautiful but her current use of makeup and extra attention to detail didn't just highlight that natural beauty, it was meant to make Jessie drool. She wore a skirt and had sexy laced underwear on beneath it, and she planned on using that to her advantage. The plot to intensify her girlfriends already insatiable lust aside, Leslie had never been more content. She was looking forward to having sex and finally being Jessie's, but somewhere along the way she had come to enjoy the time being next to Jessie more than anything else. Never had she felt as comfortable and happy as she did laying next to the cop or resting her head on the woman's lap, and she always felt wanted.

Sure it wasn't all perfect, but surprisingly her and Jessie didn't fight. In fact whenever Leslie irritated Jessie she just took it out in the bedroom, or whatever other place was convenient. Really the only thing that had been eating at Leslie was what she had witnessed awhile back when she had first hurt her arm, the golden eyes. Still she had pushed it out of her mind after a time. As opposed to wondering she let her time with Jesse be just that and enjoyed every second, which was easy to do with the cop. As such she was giggling like a schoolgirl as Jessie pulled her in and leaned up to give her a kiss. "Oh... Oh wow..." She chewed her lower lip as she felt something grind in to her ass during the kiss, giggling halted as her body burned with want. Leslie wished for a moment that Jessie didn't wait and just took her right there, she had waited long enough. Still, as much as Jessie's growls turned her on she couldn't help but agree about waiting if she actually used her brain a bit. Hell, that had been part of her plan to begin with. She couldn't help but chuckle gently at how ridiculous she could be, having her plot to drive Jessie wild and being ready to abandon it because of a growl and the revelation that Jessie was packing her strap.

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Traffic hadn't been bad on the way over but Leslie hadn't really paid much attention anyways. Her eyes kept going down to Jessie's crotch and thinking of what awaited her beneath the clothes. It seemed they were both playing a game to drive the other insane, Leslie using her femininity for once and Jessie going the sexy beast with a strapon way. Arriving at Jessie's parents place did well to distract her and she couldn't help but laugh as the scolding began immediately. "Yeah Jessie, gah. Get ready faster next time." She chipped in, grinning and listening to the love Eva had for her daughter. That was all Leslie really heard through the bitching, sure there were some things she didn't totally agree with, because to her Jessie was still gorgeous even in the more manly clothing, but it was clear how much the older woman loved her daughter. Leslie was jealous of that.

Truthfully to Leslie all the bickering was just adorable and she smiled as she listened to the back and forth. Jessie's father was a skilled deflector though and soon was up to help with presents. Jackson of course rushed forward ahead of him to get Jessie's, because apparently helping her would have been a fucking nightmare for the guy, but she was use to it. She really had been tempted to step forward and shove her presents into his arms but instead she just let him be childish and tried hard to stop herself from playing the same game. Instead she handed hers to Jessie's father. "Gracias".

What Leslie hadn't expected was what happened next, as Eva decided to not only give her a hug but compliment her and she couldn't help but smile and nudge Jessie and stick out her tongue just a bit. It hadn't taken her long after having her hands free to take Jessie's hand and lean in to kiss her cheek, being close to her even in the short distance between where they had been and the table. She slid in to her seat when they got there and gave Anna a smile, the younger sister as adorable and friendly as ever. She didn't bother trying to greet Jackson, she knew the response she would get, and instead waited for everyone else to be settled. When it was time she began building her plate, large portions of the delicious food finding their way to her plate. It was amazing to most people how much Leslie could put away and still remain so fit. She was constantly snacking on normal days and when a feast was prepared she could put it away. She didn't stuff herself, she didn't want to get looks when she was out eating, and especially not around Jessie's family, but she was going to enjoy the meal.
 
Jessie rolled her eyes and mouthed the words ‘suck up’ to Leslie. ”Pffff! ‘Yeah Jessie.’ Oh you are going to eat those words.” Even though she was locking away that little tidbit to for use during playtime later, she was smiling and not really mad. It was hard to get a compliment out of her mother; having her and the whole family approve of Leslie was really important to Jessie. Her parents both seemed accepting of the human addition to the family (though Jessie hadn’t told them Leslie was a hunter yet) because she was happy; if they didn’t like Leslie they would’ve said something by now. Anna really liked the hunter, partly because she was a psychology major in college and just people who were a little off interesting, and partly because she thought Jessie and Leslie were a good, yet slightly odd, match. Then there was Jackson…his hatred of Leslie only made Jessie feel like he was acknowledging that the bodyguard was in a serious running to be Jessie’s mate. And it wasn’t hatred, not really, he was just protecting his family the only way he knew how: by kicking out all the outsiders.

Dinner was actually rather pleasant after her mother got all her nagging out of her system. The food was delicious, and no one paid much notice to the amount that Leslie ate because the wolves could put away just as much as a hunter. Thank goodness the full moon had long since passed and they weren’t voracious eaters tonight, little things like that might set Leslie’s hunter senses off. It killed Jessie to have to lie to her girlfriend, but she just couldn’t risk the safety of her family by confessing her condition.

When dinner was over and they had finished cleaning up a little bit for her mother, Jessie snagged herself a spot on the couch, tugging Leslie with her so that her lover would sit in her lap. They probably looked a little odd; with Leslie in her lap her already taller lover was now towering over her. Jessie didn’t really care though because now she was perfectly eye level with Leslie’s breasts, and when she hugged her she could to rest her head comfortably atop those tempting pillows. Of course she tried to do that only when the family wasn’t paying attention to them, she didn’t want to seem too much like a pervert with her girlfriend.

As the pair of them cuddled on the couch while Anna dutifully separated the presents by owner so that they could start opening them, Leslie would notice that the tree was rather…interesting. It wasn’t like a typical Christmas tree that was adorned with traditional silver and gold ornaments. The Latino Christmas Tree looked more like an explosion of color ontop of some pine needles. Everything from saturated magenta ornaments to more subdued silver and cyan garland adorned the tree, covering the conifer to the point that only a few sprigs of green from the actual tree could be seen.

They went around the room, each person taking turns opening a present so the rest of the family could see. It soon became evident that Jessie was a practical gift giver, just like her father. She liked to only give things that people would actually use: boots for Anna, because she loved clothing and accessories. A very nice, new shaving brush and shaving bowl for her father because he was old school and still used a single blade razor. A necklace for her mother, because she loved jewelry. And since Jackson was a tech head, she got him a SmartWatch. So it only followed that her girlfriend’s present would be something utilitarian. Jessie had noticed that Leslie’s shoulder harness was looking like it had seen better days. She had picked out a lovely mahogany dyed leather shoulder gun holster. It was supposed to be very comfortable as far as harnesses went, so hopefully Leslie would like it.
 
Between their arrival and dinner Leslie found herself smiling and laughing in a way that once again reminded her how nice a family could be. Leslie enjoyed the time with them, playing the suck up and picking on Jessie, messing with the bad mannered little brother, having pleasant conversations with the sweet sister, and somehow managing to win over Jessie's parents. It was what she had been missing out on with her one night stands. She had never known though because to her family was a strange concept. Technically she had a family in the orphanage, people who took care of each other and some even referred to the others as brothers and sisters, but Leslie had never had that. She had never connected and became a hunter, and in the end had failed to grasp the joys of getting close to other people. She had learned during her time with Jessie and the few family functions, and really she even enjoyed the relationship she shared with Jackson. Sure the 'hatred' was there, he didn't approve and was overprotective, but she had the feeling that his attitude towards her had changed. Perhaps seeing that she had stuck with Jessie past the first few weeks had helped with that, after all she had been the type to play on emotions to get what she wanted.

Approval was nice, not only because it let Leslie feel more comfortable, but because it let her and Jessie do slightly more couple like things in front of her family. One such thing was Leslie being plopped down into Jessie's lap. Immediately she got comfortable, leaning back into Jessie and giggling gently, a smile plastered on her face as she purred and snuggled up against her lover. If they were at home things would have been different but with her family being around the situation made Leslie more playful. Not in the open sense of course but secretly. She knew she could rile Jessie up and she couldn't so anything about it, so when the rest of the family wasn't looking, during the times Jessie paid attention to Leslie's breasts, Leslie was grinding of groping Jessie, even turning back to kiss her quite passionately a few times.

During the rest of the time, when prying eyes were too free for her to tease her sexy cop, Leslie did normal acceptable things... Well once or twice she would let Jackson catch her teasing Jessie, just to piss him off. Still, there was plenty to keep Leslie occupied, especially the odd ass tree. It wasn't a normal Christmas tree, though to Leslie having no tree was the norm. Even for Christmas trees it was odd, the color scheme and cluster of ornaments that left Leslie staring as if trying to decode some hidden meaning. It fit the family though, a bit odd and eccentric but warm and overall very lovely. There were a few parts of it she found displeasing but she figured those represented the brother and just shrugged it off.

Present time finally came and Leslie looked like a kid when they started being passed around. She was never all that excited to receive presents before, but it was different now. Besides, she had always loved giving presents, the reactions made her smile. As they all began opening things became clear, the thought processes behind the different individuals were different but very much like a family. The parents got gifts to spoil their kids, nothing fancy but the type of thoughtfulness one would expect from parents. They also got Leslie a very nice sweater that almost seemed cliche, but one she would wear regardless. Hell it looked warm. Anna bought sweet gifts, each one almost demanding an 'Awwwww' from the one receiving it, and for Leslie she had got a little something to show her support of the couple. It was an adorable silver picture frame with a family photo she had taken with Leslie included. Even Jackson had decided to get her a gift, which was unexpected, especially with how reluctant he looked when giving it to her. He gave her a gift card to a restaurant she knew Jessie liked. Perhaps he had rationalized that it would make Jessie happy, it was nice that she got anything at all, and just to piss him off she gave him a big hug and called him a softie.

Jessie's gift had been her favorite though and she couldn't help but hug her girlfriend for a good long while and kiss her in front of them all. "Thank sweetie... I've needed a new one and this is gorgeous." Then she leaned in and whispered in her lover's ear, "Maybe I'll wear it and we can play bodyguard who gets captured by the sexy cartel boss... My. Little. Hispanic. Goddess..." She grinned and pulled away after a few moments to spare the family from having to watch too much of their lovey ridiculousness. Plus it was Leslie's turn and she was thrilled to give out presents. She refused to hand them all out at once and instead took the slower path, giving them over one by one so she could watch the reactions. First to the parents. Eva opened hers first and found a lovely bracelet to go with what Jessie had given her, a present Leslie had gone back for after shopping with Jessie. She wanted all of them to be presents that she had picked even if she used Jessie's knowledge to decide. For the father she got him a two-part gift. The first was a new wallet because his had looked ragged and he had complained about it the last time she had seen him, attention to detail hopefully winning her points, and the second was the membership card to a steak of the month club with a shipment of steaks coming every month. Nobody hated steak.

The rest of the gifts had been easy. For Anna there was an absolutely incredible jacket. She may not look it but Leslie knew style, and her work suits were always from nice brands. She also bought a bag to go with it, so either way she figured Anna would like them. Finally for Jackson she had decided to be a bit of a smartass and placed a gym membership with the slogan 'Want to be a real man? Then work out with us!' on top of his actual gift. The actual gift was a 1TB SSD external memory storage device, and a nice one. It could be unplugged as long as it was charged and work wireless. With all that done the last gift of the night came out, Jessie's gift. For her Leslie had gotten a pair of handguns, Baby Desert Eagles with custom gold etching and an engraving on the grip that had their name and their safe word. They were gorgeous and while meant to be more of keepsakes were fully functional miniature versions of a .45 caliber Desert Eagle. It wasn't the only gift, but she had left the other at home as a 'Not safe for parents' present. That gift was more... Personal. It was a full pet transformation kit she had seen and wanted to try. It had a butt plug tail, adorable ears, a leash and collar even if the collar looked cheap, and a muzzle. Part of her wanted to throw the muzzle out so it wasn't used, but she kept it in, especially considering the ball gag part of the muzzle could be removed and played with separately. Oh how exciting that was going to be... And how big of a pervert she had felt like when buying it.
 
It was a major relief to see Leslie excited about the gift she had given her. Even though she thought she knew her neighbor well enough to get her a present that she would love, it was still a little nerve-wracking. But apparently Leslie liked her gift a lot…maybe a little too much… Maybe I’ll wear it and we can play bodyguard who gets captured by the sexy cartel boss… My. Little. Hispanic. Goddess.[/I Jessie’s cheeks turned bright pink at the words. ”Annndddddd everyone heard that…” One of the drawbacks to superhuman hearing was the side effect of hearing every goddamn little thing. Hopefully Leslie wouldn’t think anything of her reaction to her statement, sometimes Jessie would get a little flushed in the face when she was incredibly aroused. Really she was blushing because she knew that everyone in her family had gotten an embarassing little peak into their taboo sex life. Was this what Leslie felt every time Jessie called her a slut and then teased a moan out of her? This strange combination of humiliation and arousal? It made the cop squirm a little bit in her seat, definitely not used to this feeling. At least her family was doing a decent job pretending to not have noticed what Leslie said. Well, everyone except Jackson who seemed to glower at Leslie a little extra.

To make the score a little more even as to who was riled up more, those dark eyes hardened when she met Leslie’s gaze. The cop sent her that look, that look that said ‘you are in so much fucking trouble when we get home.’ Leslie should have known better than to try to make Jessie horny in public! Though by now she probably did indeed know better…which was why she was behaving the way she was, just to release Jessie’s wild side. With the softest of growls, Jessie spread her legs just a touch and pushed her hips upwards, pressing the bulge between her legs firmly against Leslie’s ass. The grip on her lover’s sides tightened with the silent promise that she was going to fuck Leslie so thoroughly that she’d no doubt be walking strangely for days.

After that little incident, it was on to opening more presents. Leslie had done an amazing job with her family, so much so that Jessie entirely forgot her embarrassment. She was just happy to have her girlfriend getting along so well with the people most important to her. And Jessie turned out to be very impressed by Leslie’s attention to detail. She had totally nailed it! By the time that it was her turn to open her present, Jessie was incredibly excited.

The cop had to shoo Leslie out of her lap for a moment so that she had enough free room to open up her present. Whatever it was, it was sure to be awesome! After giving her lover a quick kiss on the cheek, Jessie started tearing into her present like a little kid. When she opened the box, her brows furrowed a little bit in confusion. ”Fur? Why the hell did Leslie get me fur?” She sifted through the contents of the box because there seemed to be another layer under the fuzzy bits. She pulled up one of the sections of fur: a long, fluffy piece of grey and white, it almost looked like a wolf’s tail. A wolf’s tail that had a really shiny, metal, thing at the end. ”Is that…?”

It took Jessie a moment to figure out what exactly she was looking at, mostly because her brain was in PG family mode right now. A quick glance down to see some furry ears, as well as a lovely leather leash, cheap collar, and something that looked like a muzzle, told Jessie that this was a petplay kit. ”Oh. My. God.” This was probably going to be the most fun ever. Unfortunately it was also the most embarrassing thing ever. Leslie was weird, yeah, but no fucking way could she have thought that this was an appropriate gift to be unveiled at a family Christmas! Jessie wanted to give her lover the benefit of the doubt, she had after all been the one to rush the bodyguard, but she was just so shellshocked that she couldn’t speak.

“What ees eet?” Eva asked, growing alarmed. Jessie had told them that Leslie was a hunter. An ex-hunter. But if she was putting wolf tails in boxes how much of an ex hunter could she be?!?!?!

Quickly figuring out that her parents were contemplating whether or not Leslie needed to be killed in order to protect the family, Anna quickly blurted out. “It’s a buttplug.”

“A what?” Eva blinked, confused.

“Ehhh…un juguete sexual?” The youngest daughter clarified.

“Why the fuck do you know what that is?!?!” Jackson yelped, his glaring switching from Leslie towards the youngest Sandalio.

“I’m old enough to know things!” Anna huffed. She was 18! She could legally watch porn if she wanted to! (Though, being a broke college student, she usually just illegally streamed it).
 
Leslie smirked when Jessie gave her the usual, you're in trouble look. It was as if the cop hadn't realized that she absolutely loved being in trouble. Sure there were perks to being good, and she was in the important situations, but teasing and arousing her adorable lover was just too good to pass up. Jessie gave as good as she got however and Leslie held back a small moan as the bulge between Jessie's legs pressed up in to her and those powerful hands gripped her tightly. Fuck, she could barely wait to get back home where she could incur that gorgeous woman's wrath, and perhaps, if things went as Jessie kept hinting, actually become hers. When that happened it would be a different game all together, because while they both seemed to be operating under the assumption that what they had was real it hadn't been made official yet. Once it was Leslie would feel more assured, and above all would start teasing Jessie more, since she knew it wasn't going to ruin her chances in the least. The prospect of soon being official made her smile, which probably looked odd to Jessie after pushing a hard bulge up into Leslie but it was what she got, that and a kiss on the forehead before Leslie hopped off her lap and into the floor to watch Jessie open the present.

She was so excited to see Jessie's reaction because she had worked hard to figure out a romantic gesture that her cop girlfriend would truly appreciate. The excited smile worn on Leslie's face was soon replaced by one of absolute horror as she got a glimpse of what had been pulled out of the box. Her face became pale and she froze, not even able to make up some excuse and grab the box, but instead being left to sit there and watch the horrific train wreck unfold. Of course Eva had to be the one to ask first and Leslie could only look over in shock without the words to explain herself, or even attempt to for that matter. For once the odd woman was stunned to the point of not having anything to say, which on some occasions might be for the best, but the revealing of a butt plug at the family Christmas party was not one.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck..." Leslie mind was exploding with fucks and shits and what in the fucks, her entirety devoted to trying to snap out of her daze and say something, anything. What happened next was the only event shocking enough to snap Leslie back to what was happening, and that was sweet little Anna identifying the butt plug, which was frankly more shocking than her accidentally having the wrong gift opened. It didn't stop the color from returning to her face as a deep embarrassed blush, or Leslie from wanting to hide her head or run out of the room. Of course opposite of that her embarrassment didn't stop her from looking over at Anna and finding herself a bit more attracted to the girl with the idea that she was as naughty a little minx as her older sister, or at least on her way. It seemed innocent only applied to her outer self. Not that anyone would ever catch her attention like Jessie, but she would never look at the younger sister the same again, and it appeared neither would Jackson.

Still, that confusion allowed Leslie to finally do something, which was snatch the present from Jessie's hands and slam it into the box she had carried them all in on. "W-Wrong present!" She shouted, covering the box with her body and whining gently. "T-The family friendly one is at home..." And now they all knew she was no only a sexual deviant but a clumsy one at that. Fantastic. Still, sitting there without speaking would only make things a million times more awkward and so she reached in her pocket and pulled out her phone, pulling up a picture she had taken of the guns and handing it up to Jessie while maintaining her cover on the box. "It's a pair of matching Baby Desert Eagles with out names in them." She spoke in a low still embarrassed tone, almost pleading for Jessie to do something to save her from the situation, like take attention away from the sex toys she had just given Jessie to open up in front of her entire family. As if revealing herself to be a sexual fiend wasn't enough she had given away quite a bit about Jessie's sexual preferences as well. She was going to have to make this up to Jessie, assuming she didn't die from embarrassment before she had the chance.
 
Jessie sat there, mouth agape as she stared at her little sister. Of all the people to offer an explanation as to what exactly the fluffy thing in her hand was, she hadn’t expected it to be the baby of the family. ”Well, fuck.” It was nice to know that she wasn’t the only pervert in the family. Though, if any man ever did half the things Jessie did Leslie to Anna, the cop probably would break his face. A soft gasp of surprise flew from her lips as Leslie suddenly got up from the floor and slammed the naughty tail back into the box. The cop’s cheeks were a deep shade of red, and she too looked like she would love to just run out of the room and go home. But if Leslie was finding the bravery to stay, so could the Alpha.

“Oh…wow…” Jessie’s lips curled into a smile as her eyes settled upon the image on Leslie’s phone. Twin baby Dessert Eagles?! And with their names etched into them? ”Awww…she’s so sweet!” The cop lit up, apparently having the attention span of a bird as she quickly forgot the embarrassing sex toy and focused on her brand new guns that she would get to unwrap with when they got home!!! “Really? They’re gorgeous…” The brunette was so excited that she flung her arms around Leslie’s neck to pull her into a hug. Now the two of them could have shooting matches without someone complaining that someone else’s hardware was better! It was a great present, thoughtful, romantic, and something that the two of them could enjoy together, Leslie truly had outdone herself this Christmas.

“I love my presents.” Jessie spoke in a soft, reassuring tone as she pulled Leslie closer to keep her from leaving. Right now she was too worried about girlfriend fleeing the room in order to be properly embarrassed herself. That was one of the nice things about Jessie “Both my presents.” She leaned up and gave her girlfriend a light kiss to the tip of her nose. Hopefully the statement would make Leslie feel a little less alone on that sexual deviant branch. It was embarrassing for Jessie to admit that she actually was into that stuff infront of her family, but she didn’t want Leslie to feel scared and alone. Besides, as far as sexual roleplay presents went, a canine costume for some petplay was really exciting. That was as close to a wolf as Leslie would ever be, and it was more than enough to satisfy the beast inside of her.

”Does she know?” The fear in Jessie’s mine was small, barely recognizable, but it was there. She had been so careful… There was no way that Leslie knew she was a wolf. Jessie had always said she had had to work during full moons and had easily snuck away. She had never transformed, not even a little bit….well, she’d never felt her ears turn to points or her teeth lengthen anyways. So Leslie couldn’t know… ”Guess she’s just a good guesser…plus petplay gets lumped into BDSM, so it’s probably just a conincidence.”

Her parents would probably be proud of the grace and poise with which she handled the situation…if they hadn’t been so absolutely horrified about what was going on. Their baby girl was a kinkster. Jessie could almost hear her mother’s nagging voice shouting, ‘Humans! I hab told jou for jears not to mate with humans! All they care about is sex sex sex!’ And her mom would of course think this BDSM stuff was all Leslie’s fault…even though it was the other way around. And she knew her father would be quiet and disappointed, scared for her, but understanding that she was old enough to make her mistakes. But…Jessie didn’t feel like Leslie was a mistake, not even the slightest bit. She had agonized over this decision, put a lot of thought and effort into this relationship. Leslie was good for her, and as long as the hunter never found out what she was, their relationship would be perfect.

“Well…I guess that’s the last of the presents. How about we have dessert?” As far as distractions went, food usually provided a good one. And she knew that her mother probably had made some delicious flan or dulce de leche.

“I’ll set the table!” Anna quickly got out of her seat to get out dessert plates and spoons. She too was eager to leave this whole incident behind them. She was fiinnaaalllyyy out of the house and in her own dorm, the last thing she wanted was for her parents to freak out just because she knew what a buttplug was.
 
It was difficult to be happy and giggling about Jessie loving her present when she was still so damn mortified about what had just transpired. She could almost hear the disapproval from everyone, their impressions of her shifting to a much worse place. Some of the looks were probably directed at the new side of Anna being revealed to everyone, since she was by far more innocent than Leslie could ever hope to come across. Leslie wouldn't lie, it made Anna quite interesting, but that was not something shared by everyone else. Well... She could see Jessie being a bit proud even if the older sister part of her was horrified that someone could be with Anna. Even Leslie was a bit protective, she liked Anna. She pitied anybody who did anything to that girl, between her and Jessie someone wouldn't be walking away. She chuckled gently and leaned back in to Jessie, feeling a bit more settled with the reassurances being offered. Jessie had been her rock from the moment they met. In fact she had stopped gambling almost entirely, and when she did she played low stakes. She stopped playing around and had become more responsible in subtle ways.

With Jessie's bit of support she leaned up and kissed Jessie, moving back up to the couch and snuggling up next to her, ignoring the looks she was still receiving. "I love you..." She hadn't even meant to say it but there it was, and she didn't panic or looked shocked but instead smiled and laid her head on Jessie's shoulder. Things took a turn there, from Leslie being freaked out and looking around the room at the panicked faces, to just sitting comfortably next to Jessie and deciding that she wasn't going to let disapproval stop her from being with the woman she loved... Love. Leslie had never told anyone she loved them before, she could love what they were doing, love foods, love activities and things, but she had never loved another person before. Even with friends she had never come close to the word love. Jessie was the first and the only one she ever meant it about. Perhaps that would be enough to make her parents happy, knowing she genuinely loved their daughter and if need be would take a bullet for her, literally. Not that she would ever want to but she would.

Still, as comfortable as she was getting amidst awkward silence and glaring eyes a distraction was welcomed, especially if it meant more food. Anna seemed just as happy to escape from the situation, her interests not being a topic she seemed to want to discuss, though Leslie may just have a new topic of conversation with the young girl, though not one she would ever bring up without Jessie being right there. Sure she would get a smack on the head with Jessie there but if she wasn't there and found out... Yeah never. She was tough but not stupid, in fact she let that thought pass right through her mind. If Anna wanted to talk about her kinky side she would, and Leslie doubted it would be her. Yes, staying on the good side of Jesse was a good thing, she was ferocious when mad or jealous, like some beast.

She needed to sit down and talk to Jessie when they had the chance, maybe an off day over some dinner, it was time she let her in and explained some of the things she new the woman wanted to know. Not everything of course but surely Jessie had some questions. Leslie wasn't exactly the most open even if she had been trying. Leslie got up after a moment and dragged Jessie towards the table, looking over to Anna and mouthing a 'Thank You' before taking her seat and enjoying the amazing flan before her. It was difficult the rest of the night, even thanking Eva for the food felt awkward, and it seemed everyone was about ready for the get together to end by the time they had all eaten. Leslie was the same, wanting Jessie more than ever and really needing to get out of there and the thick tension in the air. Yeah, some fresh air and some private time with Jessie was exactly what she wanted.

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By the time they made it back home Leslie had done her best to ignite a fire in Jessie, teasingly groping her and wearing the pair of ears the entire way back home. In fact she was even acting the part at times, whining and pawing at Jessie at red lights and nipping her neck a few times. Not the safest thing to do in a car but she was careful when she did it. It was all for the greater cause, and a bit mean when it came down to it. When they got back Leslie didn't try to start something right away, but instead walked to her door and opened it up, telling Jessie to wait in her apartment and that she would bring over the other gift, the PG one that should have been unwrapped earlier. Leslie was aware Jessie may just say fuck no and shove her down right there but she gave her a gentle smile and walked inside anyways, leaving it up to Jessie whether to behave another few minutes or make her move, both options rather exciting for their own reasons. Regardless, once she had the present and was over at Jessie's she knew she wasn't leaving.
 
’I love you…’ The words echoed in Jessie’s head and made the werewolf’s heart flutter. Part of her was surprised that Leslie had said such a thing, it must have been an involuntary slip. She actually had expected the bodyguard to panic, but the fact that she didn’t just made Jessie smile happily. “I love you too…” The cop practically purred as she leaned down to give Leslie a soft, tender kiss on the lips. This moment wasn’t nearly as private as she would have liked, but Jessie still enjoyed the heartfelt exchange. She really did care about Leslie, but had been nervous that the human still did not understand what the seriousness of being girlfriends, or mates, really meant. The declaration of love put Jessie at ease, she knew Leslie wasn’t the type of person to say that sort of thing lightly.

While her family headed towards the table, it gave her just a moment to be almost alone with Leslie. She showered her lover with affectionate nuzzles and nips. She only stopped when the bodyguard slipped out of her lap and tugged her off the couch so that they could be social. Though by now, Jessie couldn’t care less about dessert, even though she had a sweet tooth. She just wanted to go home and show Leslie just how much she adored her.

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Originally, Jessie had planned on a romantic first night together. Maybe they’d have some candles lit and soft music playing in the bedroom for the sake of ambience. Then progress towards lovemaking that involved tender kisses, lots of exploring of bodies, and slow, unhurried thrusts when the two of them were finally joined together. It was a big night for them as a couple, and Jessie had wanted to sort of make it clear that they were a couple first, Mistress and pet second. What better way to drive that point home than by leaving behind all the roughness that came with their BDSM relationship?

Of course Leslie had other plans. The bodyguard seemed to want nothing more than to draw out the wild, aggressive, dominating side of Jessie that the cop had wanted to control.

“Jesus-fuck-Les-if-you-make-me-crash-this-car-I-will-be-so-pissed.” Jessie breathed out the words which were soon followed by a pleasure filled groan. Her lover’s hands were working their way up and down her inner thighs, sometimes groping at the bulge in her jeans. The cops fingers tightened on the steering wheel after she had given that warning. She was powerless to actually stop Leslie, her lust made her stupid, and so both her hands were on the wheel when at least one should have been trying to get Leslie to knock it the fuck off. The sound and feel of a rumble strip attacking the tires of her car made Jessie refocus, growl and she shoot a glare to her far too adorable mate. She couldn’t stay mad, not with Leslie looking like a pitiful Beta. ”Goddamnit!” At least her lover took the hint and restricted her inappropriate touching to when the car was stopped at red lights so that Jessie didn’t send them flying into a guard rail. Even then, the cop kept missing the change between red to green, causing the car behind them to angrily wail on their horn to make her stop kissing Leslie and start driving again.

By the time they got back to their apartments, Jessie was barely holding it together. Really the only thing that had pacified her for the walk up the stairs and down the hall towards their doors was the sight of Leslie’s delicious ass hypnotically swaying back and forth. Eager to get inside and drag Leslie straight to the bedroom, Jessie was surprised when sex wasn’t the first thing on the itinerary. ”WAIT?!?!” Waiting wasn’t going to fucking happen. Jessie had already been waiting for a month while Leslie pretended to be wounded and human. She wasn’t going to wait another goddamn minute to take what was hers.

“You have ten seconds to get out of those clothes and into the bedroom.” The cop’s voice was thick with arousal. She followed Leslie into her apartment and kicked the door shut behind them. Impatient and unable to give Leslie even the ten seconds she had promised, Jessie was on her. Strong hands grasped firmly onto the white blouse that Leslie wore, pulling it apart, popping off buttons in the process and sending them skittering across the floor. She couldn’t wait, not anymore, Jessie felt like if she wasn’t buried inside of Leslie in the next few minutes she would explode. The cop pushed her lover backwards, sending her onto the couch. Jessie soon followed suit, her lips crashing into Leslie’s as her hands began rucking up that skirt so that it was out of the way.

Lost to her lust, the cop’s frantic kisses and frenzied hands didn’t slow down for anything. She quickly undid her belt and her pants, tugging them down only enough to free her cock from confinement. The thought of pausing to get Leslie out of her panties crossed her mind for only a moment, but the idea of doing so seemed like it would take far too long. So Jessie just moved the damp panties to the side and urged Leslie’s thighs to part wider so that she could line up the head of her cock with her girlfriend’s entrance. Maybe if Leslie hadn’t tormented her for an entire half hour car ride, Jessie would have gone slow, eased the large toy into her in a few strokes that deepend with each pass. But as it was, the intense need to be buried inside of her mate and claiming her so thoroughly had washed over Jessie. Her hips slammed forward, forcing the entire length deep into clinging heat.
 
While romance and the word love had been the center of attention earlier, Leslie's actions and the sexual tension that had been building up in the duration of time since the start of their relationship made even another second impossible. Not for Leslie, her desire to tease Jessie outweighed her need for pleasure, though it wouldn't have for long. Jessie was the one not having another moment without what she wanted, and Leslie liked to thing her teasing had been the cause of that. Driving Jessie wild was fun and it made it all the better knowing Jessie's willpower had lost to her desire filled touches. Still, ten seconds wasn't enough to do anything and she just stood there, not even attempting to make it to the bedroom, instead she simply wiggled her ass at Jessie and gave her a little wink. "How about you come and get it love." She had a calm sultry voice as she preemptively tossed the non-essentials like her handbag on the floor. She didn't want anything getting in the way of what was about to happen.

She was doing more than just waiting though, she was refusing to strip. Leslie had been trying to drag the wild dominant side of Jessie out the entire night, not because she disliked their cuddling and tame selves but because she fucking loved the wild beast side of her girlfriend. Jessie was at her sexiest when she was horny and in that dominating mood. Nothing was better and Leslie wanted that carnal Jessie for their first night. She wanted to have difficulty walking in the morning and be forced to stay in bed all day. Nothing was as thrilling as that prospect, and nothing seemed more enticing than having her clothes ripped off. Leslie had always found clothes on sex to be hot as fuck though so the idea of being ravished without being nude... Well it made her all the more excited, especially with how passionate she knew Jessie to get. Leslie was going to get what she wanted.

Jessie exploded before Leslie had a chance to do anything but taunt her, pushing her backwards with a force that made clear the level of her desires. Leslie landed on her back, arms too busy keeping balance to do anything else as Jessie crashed on top of her and took her lips in a fevered kiss. Leslie was already moaning, the feeling of their lips connected and the passion behind it enough to have the already horny bodyguard ready to burst. She met Jessie's kiss with equal need, tongue batting at Jessie's as she began to show off the skill she constantly liked to surprise Jessie with. She was a great kisser and it had been an easy way to rile Jessie up, proof of her masochistic side if there ever was any, because while she knew there would be no sex and in most cases no orgasm, she constantly teased and got Jessie going.

There was no question about what was going to happen for them in that moment though, Leslie knew it was finally the night. It wasn't just the passion or Jessie's cock being worn beneath her clothing, there was a mood to the night, one that simply made it obvious it was the right night. Maybe it was the addition of love but whatever it was had them both ready. So Leslie entrusted herself to Jessie and wrapped her arms around the woman, leaving them out of the way and allowing Jessie full access to her entire body. She trusted the cop enough to let her do perverted ass things to her and this was no different. If there was one thing she had felt from the beginning it was that she could trust her neighbor.

The hunter could feel each movement, the sensation of flesh against flesh sending shivers down her spine. Her thighs parted to Jessie and she looked deep into the woman's eyes with a smile, words being said for the second time but with as much sincerity as the first. "Jessie... I love you." She did, she loved the woman more than anything, and as she felt her panties get pushed aside she locked lips once more and relaxed beneath the cop. Her silence soon ended as the toy was shoved inside of her, head tilting back breaking the kiss and a moan of both pain and pleasure was cried out. There was more than pleasure and pain for the hunter however, there was the satisfaction of finally being taken by Jessie, and it felt as if things had finally begun for the two of them. "Fuuuuck!" She cried out again, involuntary as the toy stretched her tight channel. She had never been one to be fucked, and even if she had the time away from sex wasn't all that short. For her it was better than slow and gentle though, she loved that she could feel the plethora of sensations, from pain to pleasure, from the passion behind the thrust to the warm breath of the panting when rough sex was over. It was the best.

Leslie was not one to lie still like a rag doll, she was more than a sexy moaning voice and a body, she had her own desires and her hands slid down to grab a tight hold on Jessie's perfect backside. She had admired that ass from the moment they met and while she was tempted to really explore the soft globes she didn't, and instead pulled Jessie forward with her ass as a grip. She was pulling Jessie even further in to her, pushing her hips up into the woman and grinding their pelvis' together in the process, a small hissed, "Fuck me!" slipping from her mouth as her nails dug in to the fleshy rear. "Make me yours Jessie... I want to be yours." She almost whimpered it out as she arched her back against the couch in order to impale herself further on Jessie's cock, wanting every bit of her inside. She wanted all of Jessie and Leslie knew what she was asking for, she had been with the cop long enough to realize it was going to be more than she could likely handle, but she wanted it anyways.
 
Jessie was far too gone for her brain to comprehend complex emotions such as love. It was in there, somewhere in her lust clouded mind she definitely felt it. But at this moment she was unable to vocalize it. “I need you…” was the only response she could come up with. The usually entirely in control dominatrix had been stripped down to nothing but raw, unbridled need. Jessie needed her girlfriend screaming, needed her writhing in pleasure, and desperately needed to finally cum herself.

“Oh fuck!” Jessie groaned as she rammed almost the entire length of her cock deep into Leslie’s tight channel. She heard the cry of pain mix with pleasure from her lover, but couldn’t bring herself to stop and check on her. The knot of arousal in her stomach was wound too tight, the throbbing of her sex was too insistent. Jessie was at the point where if she didn’t cum soon, she was certain that she would lose her mind. So she kept thrusting, driving the length of her member roughly into Leslie, moaning loudly every time she thrust forward and the base of the toy pressed back against her pulsing clit. She felt Leslie’s nails suddenly dig into the flexing muscles of her fleshy ass and let out a soft groan. One of the things she loved about Leslie was that she wasn’t a passive lover, and hearing her lover want it, feeling her buck against her pelvis drove Jessie wild. Her hands grabbed onto Leslie’s hips so hard that there would certainly be bruises, and held her still so that she could brutally thrust forward, finally getting that last inch of her cock into her.

For a moment the cop wore that utterly wild look on her face, a flash of gold in her eyes as her inner wolf rattled about in the cage she kept it locked away in. But the image was soon gone from Leslie’s field of view as Jessie dipped her head down, away from her lips and towards her neck. “Mine, all mine,” The cop growled as she snatched up a piece of Leslie’s delicate throat with her mouth to mar with hickeys and bite marks. Even in her wild state, she was careful not to bite too hard. The temptation was there, it always was, but Jessie loved her mate too much to make to subject her to the trials of being a werewolf. Plus there was something a little extra naughty, a little extra taboo, about being with a human.

Jessie was panting, sweat forming at her brow, her body heat rising to an uncomfortable level as she fucked her mate. Her clothes were starting to feel entirely too constricting. The motion of her hips faltered, only for a moment as she pushed herself up to kneel. Her thrusts became shallow, though still rapid as she practically tore her button down and undershirt off, leaving her in a very sexy, dark purple lace bra. Jessie took a moment to admire the bodyguard from her new vantage point. Sprawled out and half-naked under her, the sight sent a shiver down the cop’s spine. Her eyes traveled down from Leslie’s gorgeous face and mussed up hair, down those delicious looking bra-clad breasts and over her flat stomach. Finally her dark eyes came to rest on the pushed aside panties and the tantalizing bits of flesh that were exposed. “Holy fuck.” Jessie blurted out, obviously incredibly turned on by the sight of her thick cock splitting Leslie’s swollen, pink folds open.

It was too much, with a cry of ecstasy she rammed her hips forward, driving the toy as deep as it would go. “FUCK! Ohhhhhh fuck Leslie, baby.” Jessie moaned, keeping their pelvises flush so that she could grind her hips, using the base of the toy to keep stimulation on her clit as she rode out the first waves of her orgasm. The cop was trembling, all of the nerves in her body seeming to have fired off all at once. But it only took her a moment to remember herself, remember that she still hadn’t given Leslie any permission to cum. So she started thrusting again, groaning loudly as she picked up a harsh, brutal rhythm. She reached down between them, on hand resting on Leslie’s hip to steady herself while the other started working over her clit in fast, rough circles, seeking to force Leslie to cum all over her cock.
 
Need. Leslie had said the words I love you for the second time, and she had meant them, but she wasn't disappointed not to hear them back. It was quite the opposite. A shiver ran down the hunter's spine as Jessie responded with a more lustful sentiment. I need you. Those were words that made Leslie grin, thrilled her to the depths of her nearly insatiable sexual appetite, and let her know the part of Jessie that was like some rough wild animal had taken control. It was rare but there were times in their relationship where Jessie completely overwhelmed Leslie, not in a dominant or submissive way but in an instinctual purely carnal way. It was as if she transformed into a beast with only a single, very carnal, desire. The bodyguard loved it too, to see Jessie lose herself. It felt more real than any other relationship she had ever been in, because while they shared a very loving passionate relationship there was also the brief moments of raw magnetism where nothing else in the world seemed to matter, and where Jessie truly took her spot atop Leslie.

Really it should have set off alarm bells in Leslie head but she was too enthralled by Jessie to pay attention to anything aside from her lover, even outside thoughts were pushed out and replaced with a pure dose of need and lust. For Leslie, since she was a very sexual being, her desires were never suppressed. She didn't shy away from the urges or wait for them to be fulfilled but actively sought out the pleasure her body demanded, and luckily Jessie seemed to respond favorably to her over-eagerness. By that point adrenaline had caught up to the situation and the vice like grip on her hips wasn't uncomfortable at all. It only made her moan out as the hard almost violent thrusting began, every cell in her body lighting up in pleasure as she was filled with Jessie's thick cock. She was so busy moaning and gripping Jessie's ass that she almost missed the golden eyes appearing again. Unlike the previous time she wasn't injured, she had no trauma, and she didn't believe in coincidences. Still, as much as her upbringing taught her to question she shut it down.

Part of her simply didn't want to know but it was almost entirely her lack of brain power making that little incident slide by with no real notice. As teeth met her neck she cried out, louder than ever and a look of absolute ecstasy on her face. Fuck, ever since meeting Jessie the hunter had learned a lot about her sexual preferences, and one such discovery was how much being bit turned her on, and how much she loved marking Jessie with a bite mark or two. "M-Mark me..." She was breathless and begging for it, because something inside was screaming out for Jessie's mark, to be hers completely. Jessie was doing a fine job of claiming Leslie, her teeth and cock sending every signal Leslie needed, and if that wasn't enough the word 'Mine' did, and she crumbled to that, growing frantic and needy for more.

She was on the verge of begging when Jessie slowed, but upon seeing those gorgeous eyes looked over her she held it together and chewed her lower lip. She even became a bit embarrassed when Jessie paid extra attention to her pussy, her tight slit spread wide. Jessie obviously liked what she saw but Leslie was still a bit unused to someone fucking her. Right as it began turning into an unbearable need Jessie started thrusting again, harder than ever. Leslie had known Jessie was in shape, hell they both were, but at times she had a strength that was surprising and almost difficult to comprehend. Leslie wasn't going to question the power behind the thrusts however, she wanted more and wanted to cum, so badly that she completely forgot an important rule, to ask permission.

Instead of asking permission Leslie began pushing up against Jessie, the power she managed from her position on her back proof of how in shape she was. The body of a fighter enhanced by hunter training and upkeep was certainly able to keep Leslie in the game, even if she couldn't hope to match what Jessie could do. Yet another warning flag she completely overlooked. A lot was being ignored for her own needs though and even Jessie's cries as she reached her first climax were barely registered. Sure they were heard and it turned Leslie on, but the meaning of them was apparently drowned out by Leslie's own impending orgasm.

She was so close. Each brutal thrust pushing her one step closer, causing the gorgeous bodyguard to moan and hold her body to Jessie's all the tighter. She wanted it more than she would have ever admitted, so much so that even if Jessie had tried to stop she would have taken it. So long without sex could do that to a person, especially a person like Leslie who had been so accustomed to having sex ever few days, if not every day on a good week. She had been the type of woman that would do almost anything for pleasure. Jessie had put her on a cold-turkey plan to test her and now, after prolonged abstinence, she had been given a taste of her greatest addiction. Leslie never wanted to do so long without it again, and as she finally felt waves of euphoria crash through her body she pulled Jessie's ass forward with all of her strength, impaling her on the thick cock and biting down into Jessie's shoulder as she moaned. It hadn't been intentional but Leslie lost control of her body. She was having muscle spasms and so much pleasure was rushing forth that her brain was being overloaded with reports of pleasure. Even then, even after near minutes of continuous pleasure, she wasn't satisfied. Leslie was still grinding her groin against Jessie's as she panted, the aftermath leaving her breathless and leaving Jessie with deep teeth marks. It didn't break the skin but the mark wouldn't be going away anytime soon. "Jess..." She was too out of breath to say much but she let her hands slide off of the cop's ass and plop at her sides, and then finished speaking, a bit more breath within her grasp. "...More... Completely Claim... Me..."
 
As sharp teeth suddenly dug into the ball of her shoulder, Jessie let out a soft hiss of pain. She wasn’t used to being marked by others, but she wouldn’t deny Leslie the privilege, they did belong to eachother officially after all. It wasn’t long that she had to deal with the pain however, because soon she felt Leslie’s body stiffen beneath her. A moment later she was listening to her darling’s sexy cries as pleasure crashed over her. Watching Leslie thrash and tremble beneath her as she rode out wave after wave of bliss was the most erotic thing that Jessie had ever seen. Her lover was so beautiful…especially when she was trembling with pleasure. So of course Jessie wanted to prolong her ecstasy, if only to further soak in the gorgeous creature under her. The cop struggled to keep thrusting into Leslie’s impossibly tight passage, managing shallow but quick thrusts that were made even more pleasurable by grinding her hips to switch up the sensations.

Their shared orgasm was enough to bring Jessie back into her own mind. She wasn’t satisfied, but that first climax had taken the edge off enough so that she could force herself to cool down. She had so roughly taken her human lover…surely Leslie must be tired by now. The sound of her name coated in panting breaths made a flash of worry spark in her mind. She was half expecting Leslie to ask for a relaxing warm bath or to be carried off to the bedroom to sleep. ”More…?” The werewolf’s heart beat faster in excitement. She had been worried that the human would not be able to last as long as she could, but thankfully Leslie was going to prove her wrong. The bodyguard wanted to be claimed entirely, and Jessie was going to be happy to oblige, infact she was eager to do so.

“Bedroom. Now.” Fucking Leslie on the couch was fun, but she needed more room for all of the things that she wanted to do. Jessie’s lust had barely been satisfied by that one orgasm. She needed to keep going, and probably wouldn’t be able to stop until she finally made Leslie pass out. With a soft groan, she gently eased the toy out of Leslie’s well-used pussy. Her mind made up the sensations of cool air hitting her cock, and Jessie actually shivered in response. She already missed being so intimately joined with her lover, but hopefully the journey to the bedroom would only take a moment. Jessie climbed off of her girlfriend and onto the floor. She soon offered her hand to help her lover off the couch. Jessie’s strength was still out of check, she was far too wild to mind her werewolf’s side. And so after a hard yank forward, Leslie would find herself falling into the cop’s strong arms and was pressing snuggly against her body.

Strong arms wrapped around Leslie in a hug before hands moved to her lover’s hips to guide her. Jessie stepped backwards, and began leading the way towards the bedroom, all while kissing and trying to strip Leslie at the same time. “Get.” Kiss. “These.” Kiss. “Off.” After the command and a sharp tug to Leslie’s clothes, Jessie’s lips connected more firmly with the bodyguard’s, her tongue slipping inside of her lover’s mouth to play and explore. So distracted by all this multitasking, Jessie bumped and stumbled into the couch, the wall, the end table, the other wall, but she could not bring herself to stop her feverish kisses and look where she was going. As they headed towards the safety of the furnitureless hallway that lead towards the bedroom, a trail of clothing was left behind them. Jessie could start to feel more and more of Leslie’s supple skin pressing against her with each step, relighting the fire inside of her.
Twenty more steps to the bed seemed like far too many, and Jessie ached to have her cock back inside of Leslie’s warmth. The clawing need inside of her was far too great and she suddenly stopped their walk towards the bedroom. “I can’t…. I need…” Throbbing with desire, she couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed Leslie downwards, urging her to get onto the floor. “Kneel.” Her voice was almost desperate as she forced Leslie onto her knees with one hand and wrapped her hand around her cock with the other. Once Leslie was kneeling she grabbed a fistful of her lover’s hair, directing her towards the still glistening head of a toy that felt incredibly real to Jessie. "Open. I'm going to claim that naughty little mouth of yours."
 
Leslie had been with a lot of women, but the truth of quality over quantity was hitting home for the first time. In almost every other time she had ever been with someone an orgasms slowed things. Whether it was her partner climaxing and losing the will to put forth effort after that, or making her orgasm and thinking their job was done. Sure there were a exceptions, but they were rare and so far Jessie had surpassed all of them. She didn't slow down after her own orgasm, but instead almost seemed more determined to push Leslie over the edge. Even when she had Leslie squirming and moaning out right beneath her she didn't let up, thrusting over and over into the sensitive hunter, and forcing the wave of pleasure to the utmost of its length. It was almost exhausting, but luckily Leslie had an unnatural level of physical endurance, and a built up lust that wouldn't be so easily satisfied. She wanted it so badly she wasn't sure what she would do if Jessie denied her further pleasure.

Jessie was someone who didn't make idle promises, Leslie had learned that over the time they had spent together. That was the only reason she wasn't worried, because Jessie had made her promises about the night that wouldn't be fulfilled with a single orgasm, no matter how fucking amazing it had been. Her assumption was soon proven true as Jessie lit up, the request for more seeming to be exactly what the cop was looking for. Leslie was looking forward to showing Jessie that she hadn't been all talk. Still, above her desire for more pleasure and a chance to let Jessie see the side of her that was purely carnal. Funny enough her carnal side had submitted itself, but it was still as large and difficult to satisfy as it had ever been.

She purred when finally given an order, looking up with fierce eyes before nipping Jessie's neck. "Yes Mistress." She chuckled, because while she had noticed it was supposed to be a night between the two of them as Jessie and Leslie, she liked to think of them as coexisting. Sure when they were on the couch snuggling she there was no hint of the dominant and submissive, and she could distinguish between the time to be submissive and make her own decisions, but she loved their domme and sub relationship. She groaned with Jessie as the cock was pulled out of her, shivering gently and whining uncomfortably now that she was empty. She could definitely become addicted to being fucked by her sexy beast.

Beast really was the perfect word to describe Jessie, because her passion and lust were obvious and she was deceptively strong. When she pulled Leslie off the couch the bodyguard let out a yelp of surprise, flushed cheeks showing just how turned on that strength made her. She fucking loved a strong woman, and Jessie was definitely that. There was also the fact that she was being held in those big strong arms with the thick cock pressing up against her leg. The trip to the bedroom was certainly keeping Leslie worked up, kissing along with demands, her body being guided like she was some weak fawn. It was a new feeling when most regular women couldn't even hope to compare to Leslie's trained body. "Mmmm, guess I'll oblige... But I kind of felt like a dirty slut being fucked with all of it still on." She nipped Jessie's neck before removing her clothing, piece by piece as they made their way towards the bedroom. She was smooth about it too, taking pieces off without missing a beat, never stopping or getting in the way of a kiss as they moved, even giving a few of her own.

Finally she was nude, her body pressed firmly against Jessie's and Leslie once again blushing. Ever since the first time Jessie had seen her it had been obvious the woman didn't care about her scars but she still blushed ever time, so self-conscious of each and every mar on her skin. No models or sex icons had such marks. None of the women seen as perfect had knife and gun wounds. Leslie was reminded that Jessie seemed to like her scars, the woman almost seeming to admire those battle marks at times. No, instead of staring and trying to ignore them she was halted and speaking in a tone saturated in desire. "Huh?" Leslie barely had time to question as she was pushed to her knees, the bodyguard letting out a soft moan as she was, a feeling of satisfaction washing over her. She loved being on her knees around Jessie. It was a strange thing to love but she did, the feeling of submission was potent.

Part of her wanted to grin and make Jessie work for it, to have her thrust her hips forward and push open the supple lips awaiting the cock, take it in all respects. Leslie didn't do that though, she could tell Jessie was in the mood to be rough, and she wanted that, she loved the passion and power, but she also wanted to make it clear she wasn't just being claimed but offering herself to her lover. So she licked the tip, playfully running her tongue over the head of Jessie's cock. Her hands were slowly running from the bottom of Jessie's legs upwards, palms feeling each inch of soft skin until arriving at the thighs. Gently she circled the powerful thighs and hips, rubbing as her tongue swirled around Jessie's cock, making a show of it and letting how skilled her tongue was become clear. "It's yours." Was all she said as her hands moved up and grasped Jessie's ass, fingers squeezing the erotic backside constantly teasing her. There she waited, mouth open, so very close to Jessie's cock, awaiting whatever the gorgeous lover of Leslie's had in mind.
 
Even after months of knowing Leslie and hanging out with the taller woman almost daily, Jessie still hated the fact that she was shorter than her girlfriend. It was just…different. Different in a way that if Jessie was truly human, she probably wouldn’t have been able to overpower her new mate so easily. Thankfully that wasn’t the case, and when Leslie was on her knees, Jessie seemed to fully move into her role as Mistress. Her pet was so beautiful, with those obedient eyes looking up to her so lovingly. Leslie could look sweet and innocent when she wanted to, just like the perfect sub, and Jessie was definitely attracted to that aspect of her girlfriend. But her scars on her body and the bit of stubbornness that still showed in her face and posture made the human absolutely sexy to the werewolf. Those marks meant that her mate was a survivor, that she was strong and capable. And Jessie absolutely loved that. She didn’t want to be with a woman that was ‘perfect’, one that she would have to handle like a delicate piece of glass, or one who behaved so that she could never be spanked. Leslie may have not have been seen as perfect to everyone, but she was perfect for Jessie.

As much as she enjoyed it when Leslie fought her submission, having her naughty little pet give in so willingly was almost…romantic. Sometimes, when Jessie pushed her lover harder than usual, she’d get worried, feel guilty that Leslie wasn’t doing this because she wanted to, that she was just doing it because Jessie could tease her until she would do or say anything. But seeing her lover eager to obey orders sent a fresh wave of desire flowing through her body.

“Mmmmmph f-fuck…” Jessie gasped as she watched Leslie’s tongue slither over the still glistening head of her cock. Her mind conjured up the sensations of warm breath over cooling skin, of a velvety tongue swirling around sensitive flesh…. Dark eyes stayed fixated on the sight of Leslie teasing the toy that felt so real to her; so mesmerized by the imaginary feeling of her pet’s tongue, Jessie had entirely tuned out the very real sensation of fingers crawling their way up to her rear. “Nngh!” Jessie let out a choked yelp of surprise as her lover’s hands grabbed her ass. Being on the receiving end of anal play was not something that she was used to, so when people approached her rear without her warily observing them, it surprised her more than it probably should have.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Jessie managed to get herself back together. Well…as back together as an incredibly horny werewolf could be. She wanted to be buried inside of her pet’s warm, welcoming mouth and could not keep her hips still any longer. The hand that was tangled in Leslie’s hair gave the dark locks a light tug, the only sort of warning that her pet would get before she arched her hips forward, forcing the flared head of the toy into Leslie’s mouth. Jessie’s swollen clit pulsed needily behind the base of the dildo as she pushed a little more and found friction.
 
Leslie had never thought of a blowjob as something that arousing, hell there probably weren't many lesbians who did, but with Jessie on the other end it seemed much more so than the hunter had ever imagined. Never before had she done such a thing for another woman, given herself up and worshiped a strapon. It was hard not to go further as Jessie reacted though, each flick of her tongue and gentle lick seemed to provide tangible pleasure to the gorgeous cop. It was impossible but at the same time undeniable as each of Jessie's reactions matched Leslie's actions. Each precise movement of her tongue eliciting gasps and moans, it was amazing. Leslie found herself slight caught up with what she was somehow doing for her lover and failed to notice how she reacted to the hands on her ass. She liked Jessie's ass far too much to stay away but she had been trying not to make her uncomfortable, even if she did feel like being tongue deep inside her lover every second of the day. It was a shame, all women with perfect asses seemed reluctant to share them.

Even without it Jessie was perfect, and each passing day with her only increased Leslie's belief that her partner had been hand picked by some higher power just for her. She was absolute perfection, and it wasn't only because she had the libido of a beast and skills to back it up. Not that her sexual prowess hampered her appeal. The things most people may find fault in also seemed attractive to Leslie, especially when she got all flustered and irritated, which quite frankly wasn't that difficult a task to achieve. Perhaps a weaker woman would have found it intimidating, Jessie did have that effect, but Leslie was strong enough to see past the grrr and huffing and puffing and notice how sweet and caring she was. In fact Jessie rarely got mad at stupid shit, she only got mad when she was worried, or when teased too much as Leslie had done a few times. Still, the adorable growling woman was always charming in her eyes.

Even as she lost control and went for what Leslie was offering her she seemed adorable, Leslie seeing an impatient horny beast that was just incredible. She didn't have time to dote or tease Jessie, not with how needy her lover was being, but she could at least do her best to help satisfy her big strong girlfriend. So as Jessie forced the toy into her mouth she did her best to accommodate, taking it in and letting her tongue do the rest. She wasn't sure if Jessie could actually feel it considering it was impossible, but regardless she was working to swirling her tongue around it and teasing the tip, feeling silly but putting in the effort anyways. At the same time she squeezed and kneaded Jessie's ass. She didn't go near the hole, but she so badly wanted to. She wanted to so badly that she was looking up at Jessie with a pleading expression, at the same time her head began to bob back and forth. She was giving an arousing show to accompany her plea for something she knew would be denied. Even if Jessie would say no she had to try, because she couldn't just abandon her hopes to sway Jessie one day.

Leslie wasn't going to push it, even as she pleaded her hands continued to do a skilled job of not only playing with Jessie's ass but moving down to her thighs. Eventually she even made a more forward move, continuing to envelope Jessie's cock in her mouth but having one hand rest on Jessie's stomach, sliding down until her thumb pressed up against the base of the strapon. For a moment she went no further, letting her mouth slide up and down Jessie's cock and letting her sucking and licking be heard, letting the sounds reach Jessie's ears. Only as she got further along in her blowjob did she slip her thumb down, pressing it between Jessie's flesh and the toy. She only stopped searching when she found what she was looking for, the sensitive needy little clit. She put pressure on the sensitive bud, pushing and teasing at first but after only a brief time she began rubbing circles around it. She quickly rubbed and played with Jessie's most sensitive spot, grinning around the cock, eyes still looking up at her Mistress, ready to hear her cum again... This time at her hands, though she was looking forward to eventually having nothing in her way.
 
No longer able to actually see the dexterous things that Leslie was doing with her tongue, Jessie whined softly in frustration. It had been hard to pick which she wanted more: the sight of her lover’s tongue swirling expertly around the head of her cock or watch as Leslie’s head began to bob up and down the length; but in the end her need to be buried inside of her pet had won out. It was a small consolation that she could feel certain things, like when Leslie pushed a little harder on the underside of the shaft with her tongue; Jessie could feel more friction, enough for the cop to know what her neighbor was doing and turn her on further Just the fact that her pet was trying so hard to please her made Jessie tremble.

Watching a pleading expression form on her pet’s face while Leslie serviced her almost made Jessie’s resolve crumble. She could feel those hands working her backside, behaving, for now, but she knew that Leslie wanted to explore her ass more intimately. ”One day baby, promise.” The words danced on the tip of her tongue, but Jessie bit them back. Having her ass played with seemed like an incredibly submissive thing to do to the Alpha and she just wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Thankfully Leslie didn’t try to press her further for it, Jessie could feel her hands drifting downward, exploring and massaging other places. The cop let out a relieved moan, her muscles were so tight from struggling to stay upright that some attention to the burning flesh was very much welcome. Jessie rested her head against the wall, her eyes shutting for just a moment so that she could enjoy the feeling of her lover’s hand grazing over the twitching muscles of her stomach.

“F-fuck!!!! Ohhhhfuckohfuckohfuck....” Jessie whined loudly, her knees buckling as Leslie’s hand move down, her thumb finally brushed against her swollen, needy clit. Somehow, she managed to find the strength to stay standing, but it quickly became evident that the cop’s clit was sensitive enough to make Jessie weak in the knees. It didn’t take much longer, just a few circles over the pulsing bundle of nerves had her finally coming undone despite her efforts to hang on. It pained her to show any sort of weakness, but Jessie’s terribly sensitive clit was something that was too hard to hide. Pleasure surged through her body, beating Jessie with such intense sensations of ecstasy that she couldn’t hold out any longer. “LES!” Jessie cried out, her knees buckling, “Ohhhh…nnngff… d-don’t stop. F-fah…d-don’t stop…” She sucked in a breath between grit teeth as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, so heavy this time that she could no longer stand.

At least Jessie managed to control her fall by sliding down the wall. Once she was on her knees however, she lurched forward, practically tackling Leslie onto the ground. She immediately captured her lover’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you.” Jessie managed to murmur the words between feverish kisses. “I love you so much baby…” The cop’s ears were ringing from the strength of her orgasm and her body hummed with pleasure. She felt so content that her mind quickly latched onto a single desire: to make Leslie feel as good as she did right now.

“Mine, all mine.” The cop growled as she moved down from Leslie’s lips and to her neck, picking a nice, visible spot along Leslie’s collarbone to mark with a deep, purple hickey. It was just a quick stop on her way down her lover’s body, a body that she would be sure to explore and worship properly in the future. But tonight Jessie had an absolute hunger to feast between Leslie’s legs, and there was nothing that her mate could do to deter her. The cop’s hands had taken a bruising grip on her pet’s hips, keeping her pinned to the floor and unable to squirm away or even adjust. The only preparation Leslie would get was Jessie’s long, silken hair gliding down her body and the trail of warm breath the cop blazed down her form before she settled between her legs.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” Jessie had paused for only a moment to admire Leslie’s splayed sex. Her slit was soaking, swollen and puffy from being so well fucked earlier. “So wet for me…you liked sucking my cock, didn’t you pet?” The cop murmured before leaning her head down, her tongue flicking expertly over Leslie’s swollen clit.
 
As arousing as it was to be on her knees sucking Jessie off it was nothing compared to hearing the first real moan come out of her lover's lips. That sound was magnificent, easily distracting her mind from that longing to play with her ass, and just as easily motivating her to be more vigorous in her pursuit of Jessie's pleasure. She wanted to make Jessie crumble, to break her down and have her moaning and begging for more, not in a dominant way but to know she was making Jessie as happy and utterly satisfied as she had been made. Luckily Jessie's ability to resist pleasure was much lower than her ability to resist temptation, a fact Leslie planned to remember and use to her advantage. So, instead of having to work on her for a long time, Jessie's sensitive little body began to react immediately. Her legs shook and her lips trembled, unsteady words pouring out to shower indirect praise and near begging.

She didn't actually beg, Leslie doubted she would ever hear that, but the tone and neediness to Jessie's 'demand' was more than enough to get it across to the hunter. So when Jessie began to climax Leslie followed her desires and kept her actions going, harder and faster than before just to hear her voice carry for a second more... To extend her bliss for even a moment. She wanted Jessie to become addicted to a skill that Leslie was quite proud of. "Mmm... I want to eat you up." She whispered after Jessie's slide to the ground, leaned forward and off balance as she kissed Jessie's cheek. It made it quite easy for Leslie to lose her balance and be taken in to Jessie's arms when she pounced.

It was only once the kissing stopped that Jessie spoke, though it took a minute for the bodyguard to regain her ability to think as her head swirled in carnal delight. "I love you too Jessie... More than I know how to express." It was true. Leslie was smart but she had never been particularly poetic, nor was she sure how those in love were supposed to act. As much as anything else she had just been going with it. She had flirted from the second they met and basically forced her way into Jessie's life. She had fallen in love without realizing it, confessed her love on a whim, and done everything else on a moments notice. Nothing had ever been planned, especially not the clumsy idiot parts, and she had never been more satisfied with the path she was proceeding down.

Leslie didn't find a need to expand on her love for Jessie, she preferred to make it clear with a much shorter expression. As she was moaning gently, an impossible thing not to do as her lover claimed her with a dark hickey, she let her head rest against Jessie's and spoke in a soft tone, "Tienes mi corazon." She purred at the completion and nuzzled the top of Jessie's head, offering herself up on a silver platter. She wasn't just looking to give her body or taste of Jessie's sweet flesh, she wanted to belong to Jessie completely, and at this point she had a feeling Jessie would be taking that offer and never letting go. That was the type of person the cop was after all, she always went after what she wanted, and luckily for Leslie it seemed to be her.

As sweet and sappy as it all was there was no time to dwell. The pleasure of having her body explored by the kinky beast atop her overwhelmed her sentimental side quickly. Instead of muttering further sweet nothings she was gasping and moaning with each touch and kiss. She was content to stay relaxed, letting Jessie take control and keep her still, Leslie only able to imagine what was coming next.

"Yes Mistress... I do." She whimpered gently, breathing growing a tad bit heavier as desire once again struck out and seized control of her. "It's embarrassing..." She muttered, pushing hair out of her eyes and looking at Jessie with a subtle blush. "Yes. I liked sucking your cock Mistress." And it was true. As odd as it had been Leslie had found herself dripping wet as she sucked Jessie's cock, the toy not only serving its intended purpose of fucking her but also in an unexpected function of arousing herself and Jessie. Both of them had enjoyed it, Jessie almost seeming to feel what she was doing, and more than enjoying the sight of it, and Leslie getting in to it and finding herself shivering with submissive bliss. A moan interrupted her locked gaze and she tilted her head back, hips jerking in response to her still highly sensitive clit being teased. "W-Wait... Mistress. The bed." She whimpered the words out, knowing if they stayed in the floor neither of them would get the most out of it. Sure it would be kinky, and she would probably have some sort of carpet burn or something, which she had a feeling would turn Jessie on at a glance, but it would be a vastly more pleasurable experience if they managed to make it to the bedroom first. Besides, with Jessie's promise she had a feeling being on a bed before she was so exhausted she couldn't move would be a safe bet.
 
‘Tienes mi corazon,’ Jessie could feel her heart beat faster as the words reached her ears. It was just so sweet and so reassuring to hear Leslie say such a thing, especially with them in the middle of this bondage/not bondage/ bondage scene. As a Mistress she demanded, she took what she wanted; all of Leslie’s desires, her body, her pleasure…it all belonged to Jessie. But to have her lover freely surrender her heart to her made the cop’s heart swell so much she might have actually choked up a little, if she hadn’t been positioned between Leslie’s legs and trying to tease her into a frenzy.

“I think giving head is one of the least embarrassing things you like.” The cop chuckled after Leslie admitted she had indeed liked sucking her cock. Jessie absolutely loved it when Leslie was a little embarrassed, mostly because she was so cute when she was blushing. Plus there was a little bit of truth to her words, after all, sucking off a lover was a pretty normal thing, granted, lesbians doing it was a little weird, but it wasn’t as depraved as the spanking, slapping, biting, or any of the other many other taboo acts of play they engaged in. Content to see Leslie squirming with want and blushing in humiliation, Jessie enjoyed the view for just a split second longer before she leaned her head down, ready to finally feast upon the delicious little slit that was spread before her…only to hear the dreaded word, ‘wait’. It wasn’t their safe word, but it was still one to give her pause, long enough to process that Leslie wanted to move off to the bedroom.

“The- wha?” Jessie’s voice was an uncharacteristically confused whine. Leslie wanted to stop?! Just quit what they were doing and move to the bedroom?! The Domme knew it wasn’t really stopping…not really…but come on! They were already naked, already on a horizontal surface, why did they have to get up and move to the bedroom?! “But…but…the floor…” The cop gave an impatient huff, much like a child being told they had to do their chores before they could go play with a new toy. If she could have thought up a better excuse for staying and playing on the floor, she might have stood a chance against Leslie’s logic. But nothing came to mind, even though her pet would have some very interesting rug burn on her backside, Jessie knew that the carpet was going to be unforgiving to her knees and uncomfortable to sleep on if they ended up fucking til they were exhausted.

“Gah…damnit…alright, pet.” Unable to find a suitable argument for remaining on the floor, Jessie conceded and moved to stand, even though it pained her greatly to be removed from her comfortable place right between Leslie’s legs. Because the ridiculousness of a dildo bobbing around between her legs on their long walk down the hallway was not something she could deal with, Jessie just slid the toy easily out of the front of the harness. They were close enough to the bedroom that she could just toss it and it landed on the foot of the bed for later use. With that taken care of, she offered her hand to Leslie to help her up. “Come on… I guess…since we’re up and everything…we could take a little time out and I’ll give you a little present.”

“Kneel down at the foot of the bed and wait like a good girl.” As soon as they were in Leslie’s bedroom, a place where they would often play, Jessie fell into the rhythm of barking out orders. Because the bondage scenes they got into were usually unplanned, Jessie had taken to storing some gear over at Leslie’s, and a couple of days ago, she had added something very special to their stockpile. While her pet was busy getting into position, Jessie was going into the closet to grab the small chest that housed the few toys they had. She pulled out a little silken black bag that was tied shut with a drawstring. “I ordered this awhile ago…” The brunette confessed as she approached the bed. She sat down on the edge, right infront of Leslie, and then opened up the bag, pulling out a leather collar.

“You belong to me.” Jessie spoke softly as she brushed some of Leslie’s hair away so that she could place the collar around her pet’s neck. “You are my pet, and every time I put this collar on you, you are mine to do with whatever I please.” Once the collar was secured, Jessie couldn’t resist hooking her index finger through the O ring and giving Leslie a tug forward. This collar was perfect for the bedroom, black leather to not distract from the beauty of her pet, with a nice large stainless steal O ring that was no only large enough for a leash, but big enough for Jessie to grab onto with her fingers if Leslie misbehaved. She gave Leslie an experimental tug forward, lightly, for now, she wanted her pet to get used to her collar before she started yanking her around by it. “Mmmm…you look absolutely delicious wearing my collar.” The cop purred as she leaned down, connecting their lips, tongue eagerly slipping into her pet’s mouth to play and tease.
 
Jessie may not have thought her sucking the strapon was embarrassing but it was. Yeah okay, it may not have been quite as odd as some of the things they did, and Leslie fucking loved, but it was considering she was a lesbian. It was an act she hadn't ever thought about. She had seen it in porn, but even then she didn't pay much attention, the act seemed so much less arousing on the screen of her computer, or in rare cases on her TV when she connected the two. Gah she loved porn. Jessie was much better than porn, her scenes were often more intricate and passionate than the wildest videos, and of course Jessie's voice could outdo Leslie's own fingers. Jessie had her enthralled. She would jump at the word, kneel at the most casual beckon, and a bullet seemed like no big deal. Jessie probably would have hated to hear that last part, her personality was complex like that, but it didn't change the fact that Leslie would do those things. Her heart had been captured.

Funny enough the more loyal she felt to Jessie the more comfortable Leslie felt speaking her mind and teasing her. It was a comfort from not only becoming accustomed to being both a submissive and a lover, but also one that came from finally being assured they were a couple. It was silly considering they had been acting like one for quite some time, but having it be out in the open gave Leslie the confidence to let a bit more of herself out, and it had lovely results. Not only did her plea to move it to the bedroom get Jessie's attention, it caused her to whine and complain in the most adorable fashion ever. "Oh my god... You are so fucking cute." She laughed gently and kissed Jessie before the woman stood up, and only watched her after that with a warm smile on her face. She had the best lover.

Leslie took Jessie's hand and rose to her feet, snuggling up close to the woman and kissing her neck. "Ugh present." She sighed, nuzzling Jessie and nipping her ear, "I'm never going to be able to forget giving you that shit in front of your family..." She did laugh as they headed towards the room though, "But Anna knowing about it was kind of hilarious." Still, as much as her mind was on her own present debacle as soon as Jessie spoke in her demanding tone she snapped back to her expectant neighbor. "Yes Mistress." She dropped the playfulness and walked over to the foot of the bed, gently dropping down onto her knees and closing her eyes. She was quite eager to see what sort of present required her to be on her knees, and knew it was something sexual. She was already turned on so the waiting was killing her, sex throbbing with want after stopping Jessie in the hall and now expecting something incredible.

She didn't quite expect what Jessie had when she opened her eyes and looked up. It was a gorgeous leather collar and outclassed the one that had been in the little kit she bought ten-fold. It also came with a declaration from the cop and one Leslie could only nod her head to as her eyes remained focused on the symbolic present. She chewed her lower lip, a smile toying at her features, and remained still as Jessie secured the leather around her neck. "It's beautiful." She looked up with a hungry desire burning in her eyes, and when Jessie tugged her forward she gave a playful growl and licked her leg. There were already so many ideas from bad porn and her rather shameless mind floating around her head, and more than a few included the items she had given to Jessie in front of her parents. Mmm, being a good little pet sounded so much more exciting with the proper toys... And part of her was thinking about doing something outside, it just felt right with the whole pet theme. Besides, a leash wasn't much fun indoors. Jessie would have ideas surely.

After provoking some whining and moaning from Leslie with a passionate kiss Jessie broke it off, and Leslie was left whimpering gently. She began to slowly lick and nuzzle the beautiful thighs in front of her and after a moment she simply rested her head on one. "You know I'm going to want to wear this everywhere right? I mean maybe not in front of your family since they already see me as a sexual deviant who is ruining their daughter, but everywhere else... To work... On our dates... Shopping." She moaned and nibbled on the flesh her cheek had been resting on. "I like the idea of people staring and realizing I'm yours... It's arousing." Sure she would blush, Leslie knew how to be embarrassed, but it didn't mean she would give a damn. Jessie's parents were a special case, she wanted to impress them and cared what they thought. She didn't give a fuck about the random people when she was out, they could look all they wanted.
 
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