Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Javorcek · Mar 25, 2015

(Because this RP has so many characters...here's a cheat sheet:
Marama Marrok

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Jessie Sandalio

Anna Sandalio
Jackson Sandalio
Eva Sandalio
Manuel Sandalio
Sammie Lowell)

Mara sighed softly as she smoothed out the satin of her dress, checking herself in the mirror one final time before she was scheduled to leave. The gown was rather simple in design, just a black, A-line strapless, floor-length gown with a white sash about her waist to accent her hour-glass shape. After debating whether or not to put her hair up or down for a good half hour, she had settled on letting it stay down and having the dark wavy locks spill over her shoulders to give a bit of modesty to her bare skin. She was finally ready, just in time too. A knock to her penthouse door signaled her to grab her clutch and head towards the greeting room.

“Are you ready to go?” Michael smiled as Mara opened the door, looking quite handsome in his black tuxedo. Even though he appeared nothing but pleasant on the outside, he was burning with irritation inside. The last time he had taken Mara on a date, her damn mage slave had cast a spell on him. He could smell the magic, but unfortunately did not see the little bitch that wielded it. Good, her little pet must be asleep. If he and Mara ever became mates, that mage was going to be the first thing to get rid of!

“Yes, of course.” Mara tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. Blue eyes flicked over towards the closed guest bedroom door, willing Arlann to come out and stop being so stubborn… but the mage never came. Her mate would rather hide and pout rather than escort her to a formal event.

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“Christ, I hate these things.” Jessie grumbled under her breath as she fidgeted uncomfortably in her heels at the overcrowded bar. She had lost a shooting competition with her mate to see who would get to wear a comfortable suit, now she was stuck in high heels for at least four hours. The champagne that was being circulated about the room by servers was not nearly strong enough to help her deal with all this formal crap so she had decided to brave the bar for something much, much stronger.

“I’m sure half of the wolves here say the same thing about your fiestas,” Mara teased as she waited for her own drink next to Jessie. In her opinion the Hispanic wolves did throw some of the best parties; however such colorful fiestas were not in the tastes of the majority of the high-brow wolves that had gathered here tonight.

“Hrmmph. At least our music is better.” Jessie made a bit of a face as the band started up with another waltz.

ClearSight · Mar 26, 2015

Arlann's sulking had hit a high when she heard Michael... That arrogant bastard. He wanted Mara for sure, and Mara was too smart to think otherwise. So her inviting him was like saying she didn't give a damn about Arlann... Though she had a feeling she was being dramatic about that. Regardless, it was still difficult to stomach, and she wanted nothing more than to jump off of the bed and stop Mara from taking that prick with her to the ball. Yet she didn't, and instead continued to sulk and pout, letting her anger boil as she thought about what she was doing, more mad at herself than Mara or Michael. She really was a stubborn ass at times, only further proven when she realized she couldn't let Michael be Mara's escort... Not only because she loved Mara and wanted to be the one by her side, but also because she knew being a coward would turn her childhood friend away from her... They couldn't be together if Arlann couldn't stand up to the scrutiny.

It was a bit too late really, Arlann had found the resolve nearly a half hour after the two had left, and she didn't have a clue where the thing was being held. It didn't stop her from running through, in plain clothes, frantic, desperate really. That's how she ended up at Mara's workplace, and it was clear there was no party being held, but the parking lot wasn't empty... In fact Sammie was still around, and being pushed against a car by two other wolves. It didn't look like assault, but she looked scared, her cute nervousness replaced by a girl on the verge of tears, and the other wolves were laughing up a storm. No doubt they knew Sammie was too awkward to tell Mara.

"Fuck..." She wanted to rush to Mara's side but she couldn't leave Sammie alone to be tormented by assholes. How they could even be that mean to an adorable little thing who served Mara of all people was beyond Arlann, but she wouldn't pretend to understand the minds of such people. So she headed over, wasting no time in whistling to grab the attention of the two wolves and giving them a cocky grin. "Bad dogs. Mara's going to be sooo upset that her bitches don't respect the rules..." Yep, let them get pissed. "So how about you leave Sammie alone before I break the both of you." As much as Arlann expected fight, for them to launch at her and get sent flying, they didn't. Whether it was the smell of Mara on her or whether word had started to get around of just what she was capable of it had them snarling and just leaving. It was almost disappointing, but hurting them had not been the goal. So she walked over to Sammie and helped her gather a few things that had fallen, and smiled at her gently. "You okay?"

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Leslie was feeling slightly uncomfortable, partially because she was surrounded by werwolves, but mainly because she was in a fucking dress. She had won a contest for who was allowed to wear a suit, but Leslie wasn't going to let Jessie be the only uncomfortable one. Gah, everything felt wrong though. Her hair hadn't been cut since they started dating, which made it a bit too long for her liking, she was in a dress, heels, no weapon... It was all just not right. Mix that with the fact that almost every other person in attendance was a werewolf and it made for one miserable hunter. Luckily her tattoo was in a private location. Still, it wasn't in her nature to be looked down on or allow people to say snide things to Jessie, and the entire night was becoming a test of her willpower and self-restraint.

The only thing keeping her sane was Jessie... And she barely left her mate's side, getting them drinks when needed but for the most part being right next to her, ready to end anyone who gave more than a glare and insulting word. Some wolves forgot that silver was not the only way to kill them. Sure it made things easier, was a poison, but cutting off a head, snapping a neck, piercing the brain or heart... Usually that would also do the trick. It just wasn't the way to go, trying to match strength and speed with a wolf, but if they underestimated her she could do it, and would if any of them made the slightest aggressive movement in Jessie's direction.

Luckily Jessie had people she knew so not everyone was out to get her, it let her relax, and Leslie was happy about that. So she went up behind Jessie, pushing anyone in her way aside, and wrapped her arms around her lover, smiling and kissing her neck gently. "Love you." She whispered, well aware that the surrounding of wolves would hear it but wanting it to sound intimate anyways. "And don't get too drunk tonight." She chuckled before looking over at Mara from her position hugged up behind Jessie. "Who did you come with tonight Mara?" She wasn't too familiar with the other wolf but if anything was still left of the old Leslie it was her forwardness, and she didn't feel like making the evening stuffier with formalities. Besides, out of all the wolves she had met that night Mara seemed to have the smallest stick up her ass, though she had seemed rather irritated at first arrival.

Javorcek · Mar 26, 2015

Sammie heaved an exhausted sigh as she shouldered her side satchel and picked up her planner, Mara's schedule, and the stack of folders filled with work that she still had to complete off of her desk. Finding her boss an escort to the ball merely three days before the event had taken up most of her daily work time, leaving her struggling to catch up with things she had missed. It wasn't really the Alpha's fault and Sammie didn't bring her work home begrudgingly; Mara had given her an acceptable list of escorts, mostly female, to contact... it really should have been an easy task to complete in all of five minutes. Unfortunately, all of the potential escorts already hate dates, leaving Sammie to diligently work her way down the line of every unbonded Alpha until finally getting to Alpha Michael, who graciously agreed to be Mara's escort. Thank goodness it was all over, because she would've hated to stay later at the office than she already was. Not that she had much of a social life outside of work...she just hated being left all alone in the giant, dimly lit building after hours, it was kind of spooky.

The brunette struggled to keep all her folders balanced in one hand while she rummaged for her keys that had of course somehow managed to get in the bottom of her satchel. As she searched for the damn keys that seemed to taunt her with their unseen jingling, her ears picked up footsteps, while her nose caught a very familiar scent. "G-go away Johnathan." Sammie tried to choke down her stutter and put as much authority in her voice as she could. Jonathan and her had been going out for a little while, but after finding a few shady connections and noticing the other beta's love of alcohol, Sammie had gotten the courage to break things off with him, despite the disappointment of her parents. Jonathan came from a good family, wasn't used to hearing the word 'no' and hadn't taken then breakup well. He'd been so upset that he'd confronted her at work a few months ago. Thankfully Mara had been there; the Alpha had grown so enraged by anyone having the audacity to torment her personal assistant that she had thrown Jonathan straight through a wall and demanded he never come sniffing around her assistant ever again.

Unfortunately tonight Mara was at the ball. No one was in the parking lot to protect her. And to her horror, Jonathan had brought one of his friends for backup...or maybe just a ride because the humans had suspended his license because of several DWIs.

Sammie tried to be brave, even as Jonathan put his hands on her, forcing her to turn around and face him, knocking all of her folders down onto the floor. In her head she knew Jonathan wouldn't hurt her, not really. Mara would skin him alive if Sammie came to work with a black eye! So why was he here then? Just to scare her a little and be an asshole? But...now as she thought more about it... he could touch her all he liked, her Alpha wasn't here to protect her. Hell, they all knew that she wouldn't even want to tell Mara. While she appreciated her boss' protective nature, she knew that the alpha valued people that were strong in character. It wouldn't be very good if she tattled on Jonathan like a small child that couldn't fight her own battles. So now Sammie began to panic, began to tremble in fear even though she was putting up a valiant effort to be strong and brave and all the things she had seen her boss do so effortlessly.

Much to her relief, a familiar voice came to her ears. Arlann swept in to her rescue; thank goodness too, because Sammie might have given herself a panic attack. "I-I'm fi-fi-fi-fuh-fine." The beta stuttered, her hands shaking slightly as she knelt down to pick up her folders and planners after the other two betas had been scared off. She certainly didn't feel fine, but after swallowing the lump in her throat and blinking away the few tears that had been threatening to fall, she felt a little better; after a couple of deep breaths, she felt fine enough that she could drive home okay. "Thank you..." Sammie would probably never be able to thank Arlann enough for stepping in, but she could at least try to be helpful and make the mage's life a little easier. "Y-you're looking f-for Al-Alpha Mara, aren't you?" The brunette smiled shyly, it must be nice to have a mate that was so devoted, late, but obviously devoted. "D-don't tell her I t-tuh-told you b-but she's been very m-mopey while you were f-figh-fighting." The assistant said as she flipped through Mara's schedule book to double check the address of the venue for the ball. Sammie knew that her boss tried to maintain a tough facade at all times, but there had been several times this week that she has caught the Alpha just staring into space or sighing forlornly, obviously due to whatever troubles her and her mate were having. With a temper like Mara's, Sammie only assumed that it must have been a fight.

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"Mmm...I love you too..." Jessie purred sweetly, her grimace at the music instantly giving way to a smile as familiar arms wrapped around her and soft kisses were placed to her neck. Part of her wanted to turn around, to see her beautiful mate that she had been sneaking looks at like a lovestruck teenager all night...but she had grown to actually like this position. Usually the fact that Leslie was so much taller than her put her off a bit, but tonight when she was uncomfortable and needed a little bit of cuddling, she actually liked being the small spoon. "Por que no, mi corazon?" Jessie asked innocently as she was finally served, having to leave the familiar arms that enveloped her so that she could grab her drink and take a sip. "Creo que te gusta cuando me lamo su culo lindita cuando estoy borracha..." The Latina teased. Usually Jessie could be a little prudish about anal play, but after a little bit of liquor to loosen her up, nothing was off limits, not even her girlfriend's taboo little hole.

Mara had always thought that Jessie was especially sexy when she spoke Spanish. She only understood a little bit...though assumed that because she couldn't understand a good half of what Jessie had said, that it had been some vulgar slang that she didn't know. Both the Sandalio twins were actually very attractive and charming. Unfortunately Jessie was always off the market and Jackson was stubborn about where he wanted to live and raise pups. Mara had actually dated Jessie's brother for a little while, but after they realized that Jackson didn't want to move into the city and Mara didn't want to move into the country, they had amicably broken things off.

The Sandalio's pack was very small and located in a remote area...well...that wasn't the case anymore, Mara had heard their small pack had disbanded and gone into hiding. But still, it was a pack, and it would slowly come together again once the hunters that chased them lost the trail. Jessie or Jackson wouldn't have been a good political mate for her anyways. In the grand scheme of things, being 1/16th beta like Jessie wasn't so bad. Hell, Mara was 1/8th beta. But the problem was Jessie's pack was considered a radical schism that allowed Alphas and betas to mate without any social stigma. When in the company of other packs, such as this evening, Jessie was a social pariah. Meanwhile, even though Mara had more beta to her, her mother's side of the family descended from one of the most powerful packs in Europe. Mara had gone through the best schooling money could buy, she was the head of a biotech empire, so yeah, she may be a little bit of a mutt, but a mutt with a shit ton of power. Many people overlooked Mara's heritage, allowing her to be the young socialite that she was. "Oh I'm here with Micha-" Mara started, but was interrupted by another person joining their area of the bar.

"Ah Jessie, nice to see you again." Caleb smirked as he sidled up to the bar, taking one look at the human that had wrapped itself around the Alpha and giving a condescending grin. "What a cute couple you two make. I'm sure you'll have beautiful little mutts."

Jessie bristled at Caleb's snide remark, she hated this smarmy asshole so fucking much. She accepted that Leslie was human and she wouldn't change that for the world. The possibility to turn Leslie into a werewolf was always there, but Jessie wouldn't be able to live with herself if something went wrong during the conversion process. She loved her mate, exactly as she was, hunter side included. The Alpha was a rational woman, she knew that their children would be mixed, but she would not stand for her future pups to be called mutts! Unfortunately...etiquette dictated that she not rip Marcus' arm off and beat him to death with it. "At least I'll get to breed. When was the last time you had anything in your bed other than a plastic chew toy?"

ClearSight · Mar 26, 2015

Every time Arlann was around Sammie she became more and more understanding of just why Mara was so protective of her assistant. Sammie was fucking adorable. That pure meek thing, the stuttering, her features... From looks to personality she was just cute as hell, and Arlann wanted to be nice to her. More than that, Sammie really seemed to care about Mara, and that alone made Arlann smile. So she helped Sammie gather her things and listened closely to where her mate was when the cute Beta finally spoke, but didn't run off so quickly and instead tilted the Beta's head up and wiped away a single bit of moisture that had escaped her eye. "If anyone ever gives you trouble and Mara's not around just let me know... And thank you for being such a good friend to Mara." She let Sammie go after that, gently patting her head and offering a final soft "Thank you" Before turning around and running off in the direction of ball, already itching for a fight after helping Sammie out.

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Leslie truly loved Jessie, and while she was quite the jealous one she had learned to ignore it for the most part, especially considering how many looks her mate received. In fact, in the time they had been together Leslie had increased her self-control to a high degree, no longer keeping herself teetering on the line, but actively restraining herself from many of the things she use to do. She wasn't looking at others, even if they were drop dead gorgeous, she had her flirting under control in normal speech, and she had been much more careful in all aspects, from her job to the hobbies she so delighted in. All of it was under control... But perhaps not as completely as she would have liked.

One moment she was snuggled up to Jessie and talking with Mara, the next she had a wolf on the ground gasping for air as her deceptively strong hand choked the life out of him. It had happened in a second. He had insulted both of them, and their future children, but most of all he had upset Jessie. The gorgeous wolf she held more dear than her own life had been trembling with anger in her arms and it had set her off. The few surrounding them didn't look like they knew whether to jump in and defend or burst out laughing as 'Jessie's little pet', which was probably how they saw her, took a 'purebred' to the the floor like he was nothing. Her tone when she spoke didn't put anyone around them at ease... It was scary quite frankly, a chilling voice meant to make him listen, and being unavoidable considering the rage someone hurting Jessie had brought out in her.

"Listen you little fuck... You can call me whatever you please, but if you talk bad about Jessie, or about our future kids, I will fucking kill you... And trust those words, because I've made a god damned living out of killing people..." Her eyes peered into the terrified man's, Caleb obviously not understanding why his strength was failing to remove the arm from his throat. Truth was most humans probably wouldn't have been capable of keeping their grasp, but she wasn't the average human. Sure she wasn't a mage, but as a hunter she had abilities beyond that of normal humans, and she had the technique to make the most of them. "Now..." After the moment of choking the life out of the wolf she had calmed down enough to where her tone had lost a bit of its edge. "I'm going to go back to my Mistress... And if you as much as look at her again tonight, I'm going to rip out your throat." The smile at the end was the most terrifying of all, but she was deliberate, intending to terrify as well as clarify she was Jessie's sub... He needed to know how little he meant when the Beta of the two was able to crush him like a bug, and with that she let go, standing back up and moving back to Jessie's side.

Javorcek · Mar 26, 2015

Mara was a powerful wolf, but even she was not stupid enough to insult a woman like Jessie. For fuck’s sake, just look at the Latina, she was a wall of muscle! Mara ran and did kickboxing in the morning, she was in great shape…but the other Alpha spent her day chasing down criminals and then working out so that she could chase those criminals down faster. She’d never seen Jessie naked, but just by judging from the bits of flesh that were exposed, everything under that gown must be pretty impressive. She thought Caleb was done for…but somehow, Jessie managed to show restraint; it was her pet that was the one that was flying off the handle. Before anyone knew what was happening, Leslie was ontop of a supine Caleb with her fingers wrapped around his neck.

Jessie had never seen her mate so furious before. It was actually turning out to be quite the turn on… As scary as it was to see Leslie seething with rage in a room full of werewolves that were more inclined to defend their own rather than let the human survive her transgression, it was also incredibly arousing to know that Leslie was doing this all for her. By the time the hunter had finished scaring the shit out of Caleb, Jessie was ready to pounce ontop of her mate and claim her right here. The only thing that kept her from doing so was the fact that Jessie was incredibly possessive and didn’t want to share the view of Leslie’s amazing breasts and fine ass with anyone else.

“You are so fucking sexy…” Jessie growled lustily as she hooked her finger through the metal O-ring on Leslie’s collar, using it to pull her lover down and join their lips in a deep, passionate kiss. A playful lick and nip to Leslie’s bottom lip was given as she pulled away, a mischievous grin on her lips. “I love you so much…” There was nothing sexier or heartwarming than watching her mate defend her honor. Yeah, they probably would be invited to fewer parties and her mother would certainly nag the both of them for being ‘unladylike’ at a party, but Jessie didn’t care. All she cared about the insistent throbbing between her legs and which way was the quickest route out of this ballroom and back towards their hotel room. “Let’s go, I think my hero needs a reward.” She quickly added, remembering her manners, “Goodnight Mara, it was nice to see you.” It was a hasty, uncouth exit, but it would have to do. Jessie wanted to get back to their hotel room and relieve this ache in her core.

They hadn’t brought all of their toys, but Jessie had packed a couple of things for their mini-vacation in the city. All they had to do was get their car from the valet, then they could have a little fun in the back of her car like two teenagers before heading to the hotel for some more fun. But as they got to the valet station, all they found was a poorly written ‘Be back in 10 minutes’ sign. Fucking A, really?! The valet picks –now- to take a smoke break!?!? “Les, baby, I can’t wait,” Jessie whimpered softly, half in desire and half in apology before launching herself at her mate. She tackled and pinned Leslie up against a nearby wall, hands immediately searching for Leslie’s skirts so that she could hitch up her dress and take what she needed. The foyer wasn’t private and the acoustics would amplify any moans they made, but at least it was far less crowded than the party. Besides, it was the middle of the party, no one would be entering or leaving for awhile, they should have enough time for Jessie to take the edge off of her desires.

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“Mara!” Michael called out, rushing over the moment he saw the scuffle happen. He dashed through the crowd, unsure of what was happening, but knowing that his date was over there. He arrived just as a human female was hopping off of Caleb, he gave warning growl to her before focusing his attention to Mara. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Oh I’m perfectly fine.” Mara chuckled, finding the whole thing rather humorous. Caleb had gotten his ass handed to him by a human! A submissive human none the less! As if the collar around Leslie’s neck hadn’t been proof enough to her placement in her and Jessie’s relationship, she had rubbed her submissive status in Caleb’s face by announcing that she was going back to her ‘Mistress’. It couldn’t help but make Mara smile; it was so cute…in a really odd sort of way.

“That’s good… I’m sorry to have left you alone.” Michael breathed a sigh of relief before offering his hand. “Would you like to join me for a dance? I’ve heard that you are an amazing partner.”

“Umm…” Mara glanced at the bar, her drink still hadn’t been poured. With a sigh she motioned for the swamped bartender to cancel her order before turning back to accept Michael’s hand. “Of course, I’d love to.” The Alpha offered a polite smile before she allowed herself to be whisked away towards the dance floor. Mara was indeed an excellent dancer and she loved to do it. She was a bit of an aggressive follow, but that might just have been because she could lead as well as follow. Michael turned out to be a little heavy on his feet but other than that he was alright…except for the fact that his hand kept wandering down the small of her back and towards her rear. It left her in the uncomfortable position of wanting him to move it but not being able to tell him so. Mara had a reputation for being a bit of a slut…she couldn’t just start playing coy out of nowhere. Ugh…god fucking damn Arlann for wanting to keep their relationship secret.

ClearSight · Mar 26, 2015

Yep, her self-control was still lacking, but maybe she had grown that perfect amount, because reacting the way she did not only felt right, it seemed to make Jessie incredibly happy, and she did everything for Jessie. It was still odd for her, as a hunter and just as herself. Not only was she in love with a wolf, but anyone who knew her was astounded, she had basically become a different person. It wasn't bad, and she was certainly still her flirty, perverted, pain in the ass self, but only with the love of her life. The Leslie who had originally hit of Jessie was gone, and good riddance because she had never been happier... Or more satisfied, sexually or otherwise. She kissed her lover back and nuzzled her gently, "Anything for you, mi amore." And then, as if leaving the party wasn't going to be reward enough, Jessie made it clear she was going to have a very special night. She smiled and kissed Jessie again, looking over to Mara with a quick, "Enjoy your evening." before letting Jessie drag her away, leaving everyone else dumbfounded by the embarrassment and confusion of the entire situation.

When the valet station was empty she whined gently, but was soon brought back to spirits by an undeterred Jessie, excitement coursing through her as the woman pinned her to the wall with that sexy strength of hers. Of course... As easily as Leslie, and all her perverseness, could handle a little exhibitionism at Jessie's whim, she was having a tough time getting over the fact that she was in a dress, and much more feminine than ever in recent days. As beautiful as she had always been it was more so now, just small things she had done for Jessie to make her smile and as gestures, that had all come together to make her more desirable than ever. It had all culminated into her wearing a dress, heels, jewelry she had to actually go and buy to match the outfit... But it was all okay, for Jessie. She would be more feminine for her mate when the situation called for it, and she liked the same from Jessie... To see her amazing mate dressed up was worth her own efforts and discomforts, and she soon got over the feminine thing, helping Jessie get to the good stuff, bracing herself against the wall and whimpering gently. "Wish you had just worn your strap..." She breathed out, part of her wondering if putting that idea in Jessie's head for future events was really such a wise decision, but letting her desires answer a resounding yes and letting logic go fuck itself.

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Arlann hadn't taken too long to reach her destination, but it had been long enough for the party to heat up a bit, and for her to hear the music before making it to the building. She moved quietly, not going in right away but watching, looking for Mara in the sea of wolves. She wanted to be brazen, walk in and interrupt everything, she was already pissed enough to shut anyone up who attempted to stop her, but she wasn't dressed for it and part of her didn't want to make trouble for Mara... That was, until she actually found her friend on the dance floor. She went from mildly irritated to pure white hot rage within a second, that slimy fuck Michael's hand on Mara's ass, them dancing so close... Him taking lead. It all had her boiling with rage, and she felt the temptation to bust in and just start right for him, to crush the bastard for touching her.

Yet Arlann smiled, an evil little smile as she considered an alternative to going in there and basically only pushing him around... She needed to make more of a statement, and she was mad enough to make a decision she would have normally forbid herself from making. She was going to make it clear just what level she was on... And make Michael realize he didn't have the fucking juice to compete with her, which would involve more than a little theater, and a display over power she had purposefully avoided to keep herself anonymous. Fuck it, she was announcing to the wolves that she was Mara's anyways, might as well show off a bit while she was at it... And scare the fuck out of any suitors still brave enough to approach her beautiful mate. So she moved towards a back door, hearing the piano being played and knowing coming from behind the stage was her best bet...

It didn't take long for Arlann to circumvent the main room where all the wolves were and make her way backstage, magic was wonderfully convenient after all. What had taken a moment was convincing, and in the end bribing, the pianist to leave between pieces. Arlann watched from behind stage, watched Michael stick to and touch Mara, her Mara, and each moment caused her to seethe and become more angry than ever. So by the time another song was to be played she was out for blood, taking her seat behind the piano, and as if her attire didn't draw enough attention what came next most certainly did. Instead of a Waltz, or some other high society form of dance garbage, the first note was heavy, but more than that as she continued into the heavy piece it became clear she was not up there pressing random keys. Arlann had always been a gifted musician, but the piano was by far her favorite, and she was going to make a statement with it.

In fact, as someone approached her, a young smartass who thought he was important by his tone, she slammed down on one note and sent him to his hands and knees. It was then Arlann stood up with a cocky little grin, but stepped over him and looked at the crowd of wolves, the entire room silent, not out of fear, but anger and curiosity. "Don't worry, I'm not here to pick a fight, well not with all of you... But one of you has decided to take something they had no right taking... And I'm going to be taking it back with me." It was at that point a few of the younger more careless wolves stepped forward, smug little grins on their face. "Fucking mage, we own you, nothing in this room is yours." Arlann glared, ice in her eyes as she looked the one who had spoken up and down. "Boy, know when an adult is talking and shut your mouth." The ground began to shake a bit and a purple aura began to shimmer around Arlann's right hand. "Because if you're wrong about your chances of winning it could end up badly... And you've so much to live for."

Suddenly all the young men who had stepped forth dropped to their knees, feeling heavy and unable to shake it. "Gravity... It's what I have trained to control, I can increase its hold, weaken it, and while I'm not on your little book of top mages I'll let you know, it's because I've wanted it that way. However, I no longer care... Because now I need one man in particular to realize he's fucking with what's mine." Then she looked through the crowd right at Michael, "Isn't that right Michael..." With that she jumped down and began walking through the crowd, most of the wolves not moving an inch, and not out of fear but because she hadn't actually hurt anyone. As savage as they could be, it was usually only the betas that ganged up, or at least that had been Arlann's experience with them. Most alphas had a sense of honor in a way, the twisted honor of slavekeepers, but honor. So she wasn't as concerned as she perhaps should have been, especially not after making it clear she could bring the whole fucking building down if she wanted to, easily in fact, just a flick of her wrist. Still, keeping multiple people pinned down by constant gravity increase, and after shaking the entire, massive, building... It wasn't easy.

That being the case she released the younger alphas when she made it to Michael, who was obviously ready to rip her throat out. "Growl and snarl all you want... She's mine." It was simply but exactly wanted him to understand, and as it to make that all the more clear she showed her marked neck. That sent him off and his eyes flashed gold, just enough warning for Arlann to slam him down, though he had already made it right in front of her. A second longer and he may have ended her. "Fucking bastard..." She snarled, careful not to say mutt or dog or anything else along those lines, even an angry insane Arlann who was interrupting the werewolf ball was not crazy enough to say such things in a crowd of the same proud alphas who weren't tearing her to shreds already. "Just stay there... And don't come near her again." With that she grabbed Mara and began dragging her out of the room, with no plans on stopping until they were well away, and so completely out of her depth now that her anger was fading that she didn't quite know how to feel... Or want to see Mara's face after what she had just done.

Javorcek · Mar 27, 2015

"Fuck...you're a naughty little slut aren't you? No panties and you're practically dripping for me...." Jessie purred in approval as the back of her hand brushed against Leslie's soaking wet and bare mound. The Alpha had made it clear that she would let Leslie play out any fantasy her perverted little mind could cook up as repayment for her coming to this social event with Jessie. It was nice to see that in preparation for such, Leslie had gone commando. "My horny little pet is never happy unless her greedy little cunt is filled with my cock." Jessie grinned with pride; a strap on wasn't the only toy they ever used, but it was definitely both of their favorites and the werewolf fancied herself as someone that was particularly talented with one. It was a shame that she hadn't come packing tonight. It was just logistically impossible to sneak a strap on under a dress, unless of course she wanted to sacrifice size for stealth. But a small toy was never as fun as fucking Leslie with a full sized dildo that was closer in size to the imposing cock of her werewolf's form.

As Leslie's dress finally became bunched up around her hips, the smell of her delicious arousal hit jessie hard. The wolf was already so turned on from watching her mate defend her, catching Leslie's sweet scent and letting her know that her lover wars aroused just from a few feverish kisses and the promise of a good night just about broke Jessie's brain. Her control snapped, giving way to the bestial instincts that the cop tried so hard to control. Her eyes shifted to gold and her pupils grew larger in desire. They both wanted this...wanted to be able to feel pleasure and an intimate connection at the same time. So, against her better judgement, she began to shift. To impatient to take time out to disrobe, she let her wolf's form tear the dress apart at the seams as she grew in size. Her muscles became larger, better defined, she grew so tall that now she towered over leslie. She wasn't bristly like a wild wolf, her fur was sleek, soft like a well pampered dog; black and light brown, colors that mimicked her skin tone and hair.

Jessie had been born with a condition that a few werewolves had, in her human form she was one gender, but in her wolf's form she was a mixture of both. As she stood before leslie in the remnants of her tattered dress, her supple breasts heaved with each lust laden breath she took. The ache between her legs now manifested itself as a thick, throbbing cock, fully erect and in desperate need of some attention. Maintaining this form was exhausting, especially if she had no intention of hunting in order to replenish her energy stores with food; but it was going to be well worth hearing leslie howl in pleasure. "My mate..." Jessie growled, her words garbled and strained from vocal cords that were not used to making human sounds, but she tried very hard anywhas just so that leslie could understand her. Not like she spoke much anywhas when she was a wolf. She was very single minded in this form, only concerned with any one of the three fs: feeding, fucking, or fighting. Right now all she wanted was her beautiful mate and foreplay took a back seat to raw need; the alpha needed to fuck her mate, and she needed to fuck her mate right now. The cop picked up her sexy body guard as though she weighed nothing, urging her to wrap her legs around her hips so that her tight pussy was more open to the wolf. Somewhere in the back of Jessie's mind, she knew that she should go slow, she was quite a bit bigger than their usual toys in this form but she couldn't bring herself to wait. What she knew was not the same as what she needed. The need that clawed at her mind took over and she thrust her hips forward, letting out a relieved groan as tight silk wrapped around her length. She didn't even give leslie a moment to acclimate to the feeling of being so full before withdrawing her hips and thrusting forward again, picking up a quick, harsh speed. All she wanted to do was mark her beautiful pet as hers, fill her with her cum and claim her mate in the most primal way that she knew how.

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Mara and Michael were all set for another dance about the room...at least until a sour note hit Mara's ears and made her cringe. That was not the sound she had been expecting... As she looked to the stage to see if the pianist perhaps had gotten into the liquor during one of his breaks, her jaw fell open as her eyes came to rest on Arlann instead. The mage had invited herself to a very formal ball in only jeans and a t-shirt. Oh God...she wouldn't... Mara didn't know whether to be mortified or angry. The company she kept reflected back on her directly...and unfortunately Arlann was not reflecting the best image. Part of her wanted to just go up there and yank Arlann off the stage and shoo her away, but she supposed she didn't need to, it wasn't like anyone knew that the mage belonged to her anyways. In the end curiosity just won out and Mara let the mage carry out whatever prank she was up to, though was ready to defend her incase things went too far.

Things escalated very quickly. One moment Arlann was on the stage, the next she was suppressing wolves and making her way down into the crowd, straight towards Mara. The Alpha glanced nervously at her date. Males could be rather territorial... but there was no way that Michael would actually attack a female, even if she was a mage...would he? "Arlann!" Mara cried out in warning as she saw fury take Michael over, his eyes shifting to gold as he was lost to his wolfish self. She moved to cut him off, but she would not be quick enough...thankfully Arlann was much more powerful than Mara had anticipated. The mage managed to floor the Alpha male and Mara just stood there, stunned. It was hard to believe what she had just witnessed; all through their childhood lives, Arlann had fucked around with her magic and had never taken her studies seriously. Apparently the years apart had been good for her old friend, without Mara to get into trouble with, Arlann had actually done something with her magic....even though she had chosen a very odd form of magic to practice with.

No one stopped Arlann as she took Mara by the arm and hauled the wolf away. In a werewolf's eyes, this was just the natural order of things. Lesser wolves could challenge a stronger one to duel over a willing female. While Mara would always choose Arlann and a duel was not necessary, Arlann's show of dominance was respected. She had fought Michael and won, Mara was hers to keep should the Alpha have her. "Hang on a goddamn minute!" Mara barked as they exited the ballroom hallf and ended up into the foyer. She hadn't wanted to struggle in the ballroom because the wolves would have torn the mage to shreds, but now that they were away from prying eyes, she was going to give Arlann a piece of her mind. "You can't just do this shit Arlann!" Mara huffed; Arlann may have tried to make things up to her but Mara was irritated that this had all happened in the first place. "You can't just crash parties and expect me to forgive you for behaving like a petulant child for three days--" It was only when the scent of sex reached her nostrils did Mara abruptly stop her tirade. Her blue eyes flicked around the room and there, against the wall by the valet booth was a handsome werewolf, brutally fucking a...human? Mara blinked, taking a moment to realize that this must be Jessie, because that was definitely Leslie writhing and moaning in her arms.

In Jessie's current state, it didn't occur to her that anyone may be looking at her. Her wolf's form was even more jealous than her human's and so she automatically assumed that the gaze burning into her back was from someone trying to catch a look at Leslie. With a fierce growl and harsh glare, she turned her head to confront the intruders. Her ears flattened and she bared her teeth, growling even louder as she pressed her body closer to Leslie's as though trying to shield her.

Mara smirked slightly, licking her lips. Jessie's human was pretty, but the werewolf herself was breathtaking. For a lesbian with bi tendencies, Jessie would have been the perfect sexual partner for her, a wonderful mix of both masculine muscle and feminine grace. But...theirs would have been a purely sexual relationship. No one made her smile or laugh as Arlann did. No one made her feel happy, happier than she had ever been in years. Although she'd never be on the receiving end of primal, back clawing, biting, animalistic fucking like leslie, she wouldn't trade places. It all made her remember that as big of a pain in the ass as Arlann had been, she still loved her mate. "Come on...lets go home." Mara smiled and leaned over to give Arlann a kiss on the cheek and wrapping her arm around her. It was all the signal that Jessie needed to see that Mara had her own mate and would not try to steal hers; and finally the wolf could go back to her merciless thrusting. Mara on the other hand laced her arm with Arlann's and gave her a little tug towards the door. "Thanks for coming to save me by the way...even if you did take your sweet time getting here."

ClearSight · Mar 27, 2015

Truthfully Leslie still had her reservations about public sex, mostly because she didn't much like other people seeing her lovely girlfriend, but this was not their first time... No, Jessie often let her urges run the show. So being teased and shoved up against the wall wasn't as unusual as it should have been... Only Jessie completely turning was. In fact it brought a little gasp from Leslie, who if not turned on enough was no dripping with excitement. The first time it had been terrifying really, Jessie truly being one of the largest and strongest alphas she had ever met, and even in the peak of her hunter days she would have struggled if they fought... But more than that, was a more shocking change. Jessie, her beautiful girlfriend, had amazing tits... But she also grew a cock to rival any pornstars, and it had freaked Leslie out the first time. She had never really been with men, and a penis didn't scare her, but it was not something one simply went along with, even if she hadn't had that much a choice the first time she aroused Jessie enough to cause her change.

By this point Leslie had embraced a great many things... A more feminine appearance, a less dangerous and more healthy lifestyle, and the fact that, while not attracted to men, she loved her mate's cock. So when Jessie picked her up she quickly wrapped her legs around the strong body, and did her best to relax as the throbbing member shoved up inside of her, biting down on Jessie's shoulder and letting her nails scratch her lover's back, knowing full well nothing so meager could really harm her lover in the current form. "F-Fuck..." She whined, nuzzling in to Jessie neck as her body started getting use to the thick intruder... Panting gently and letting hot breath spill over Jessie's neck. "J-Jessie... Rough... Please." Oh how accustomed to their rough sex she had become, and while she wasn't ever going to be immune to the soreness and bruising, she was lucky enough to be a hunter, and capable of healing up at a miraculous pace... So they never stopped... Even when being watched...

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Arlann knew she had done something absolutely insane, but luckily she had made it out, not only alive, but being rather respected by at least a few of the wolves in the room, no doubt awe-struck by an alpha like Michael being slammed to the floor by a mage... A mage who showed up to a ball in jeans, played the piano to disrupt the entire thing, and made a spectacle out of herself as brazen as any. "Oh fuck..." She whined, looking over at Mara who was currently in the midst of scolding her. All she could say was, "I'm sorry." Thought after a moment she worked up the nerve to say more than an apology, but make it clear she had made up her mind, unless the bold interruption hadn't been enough. "Look Mara, I'm not going to say I'm particularly brave... We both know I'm more hot air than I am anything else, but I've made my decision. I want to be with you... And while I still worry about my family I've also made up my mind to stop hiding behind that cloud of mystery and anonymity I so enjoyed..." She sighed, "While I got mad at you because I said you couldn't protect them... Well if we're together we can... I'm sure of it, with my power and yours... We can do it..."

It didn't feel like enough and she just leaned in and kissed Mara's cheek, a small smile on her lips, "I mean... I've kind of claimed you in front of all the alphas right? Not like I can hide anymore." She chuckled, trying to make light of it, even if they were both soon distracted by a much more interesting sight... One of a wolf buried inside a gorgeous human... They were both very sexy, and the scene itself had Arlann a bit worked up, but more than that it soon had her pissed. She turned from it to see Mara practically wet and drooling, and if the woman hadn't hugged her quickly and mentioned leaving, she may have caused yet another scene... Though even after that she felt a bit like questioning the wandering eye of the horny little beast she knew Mara to be. In the end she cared less about that and more about being with her... Resolute in her choice to be by the wolf's side. "Yeah... Sorry about that, I swung by your office first and had to scare some bastards away from the adorable stuttering princess... She's the only reason I even knew where to come." She laid her head on Mara's shoulder, "Sammie sure is cute..." She looked up, unable to hold herself back, grinning with her revenge for Mara's wandering eye. "Now, let's go sleep~" She chuckled, not quite sure if she was joking or not... She was pretty damn tired... Even heavy after expending so much damn mana.

Javorcek · Mar 28, 2015

“Someone was bothering Sammie?” Mara immediately became concerned. She knew that a lot of the wolves around the office picked on her assistant for her stuttering. It was stupid and childish of them, Sammie was one of the hardest workers in that building! Mara had gone through eight assistants before finally getting to Sammie, a beta who was as loyal as she was a hard worker. She absolutely adored her young assistant…and didn’t mind stealing glances at her as well. Sammie was quite the bit of eye candy. And now it seemed Arlann was noticing just how pretty her assistant was.

“What do you mean ‘Sammie sure is cute’?!” Mara huffed, her voice sounding somewhere between self-conscious and angry. Sammie was cute in an ‘adorable fuzzy bunny’ kind of way…not even close to the way that Mara looked. Maybe it was stupid, but having Arlann show interest in another woman that wasn’t anything like her made the Alpha go on the defensive. And having her show interest at all made her grow possessive. Arlann was hers! She wasn’t allowed to look at other women…especially Sammie…who was also hers… Being a possessive Alpha didn’t need to make sense, Mara knew that her jealousy was totally unfounded, but still, she couldn’t stop herself from pulling Arlann closer to her and growling possessively.

Maybe if her mate didn’t look so pale and tired, Mara would have picked a fight. But since she could sense that Arlann was exhausted, she was a good little wolfy and nuzzled at her cheek. “Hrrrmph… Alright, we can go to sleep when we go home… But your ass is mine in the morning. I’ve missed you…” And indeed she had, Mara had been lonely sleeping all by herself. Plus she had been growing more and more sexually frustrated as the days went by, masturbating had just lost it’s appeal knowing that there was a sexy mage in the room next door. But it looked like tonight wouldn’t be the night, and Mara wouldn’t say ‘no’ to an evening of cuddling up with her mate. So she texted her driver to come by with the car, then helped the tired mage inside so that they could go home.

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The werewolf groaned happily as nails and teeth dug into her flesh. There wasn't much that Leslie could do to hurt her in this form, so rather than feel pain from the rough treatment, Jessie took pleasure from the fact that her mate was marking her. The show of ownership only served to excite Jessie further, causing her hips to piston faster, giving Leslie the rough treatment that she so craved. When they had first started having sex, Jessie would hold back, always afraid that she would hurt the human. But in the months that they had been dating, she had found Leslie to be much more resilient than she had ever thought possible for a mere mortal. The Alpha absolutely loved it, especially on a night like tonight when Jessie just so desperately needed to cum. Her grip on her lover’s hips tightened, claws digging into that deliciously fleshy backside as she held her pet perfectly still, using Leslie as her little fuck toy in order to get off. It wasn’t long before Jessie was howling, spikes of pleasure shooting through her body as she finally reached her peak. She rammed her hips forward, shoving the length of her member as deep as she could as she came, filling Leslie’s sex with her arousal. One orgasm was never enough for Jessie and event though she was part male, she was not limited to one climax like a normal male. After taking a moment to savor the afterglow, her hips took up a near violent pace once again.

After round two, Jessie began to realize how awfully she had miscalculated just how long she could maintain this form for. Her animalistic urges had made her forget that tonight was only a crescent moon, and she had only had a normal sized meal for dinner. Plus the alcohol really wasn’t helping anything, liquid calories were useless for maintaining a transformation for any length of time. She let herself collapse, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she blacked out anyways. She held on her wolf's form for just long enough so that Leslie fell ontop of a nice soft bed of fur before she started to change back. Ah fuck… I’m naked… I really should’ve taken the dress off first. Well…it was worth it. Leslie had been so thoroughly marked as hers that Jessie couldn’t stop smiling. "Just...give me...a minute..." The cop gasped for breath between words. She weakly rolled them both onto their sides; as much as she loved the comforting weight of Leslie ontop of her, it was much easier to breathe in this position. "I think...you'll have to...drive." Oh she must be tired, Jessie never let anyone drive her car, that car was her baby. She leaned forward and gave her mate a weary kiss to the lips in an effort to show that she was okay. She just needed to rest...and some food...and maybe a nap right now... Without another word she shut her eyes and fell asleep right there on the cool marble floor.

ClearSight · Mar 29, 2015

As much as teasing Mara was fun, and as true as her compliments towards Sammie had been, she could tell the wolf cared for her subordinate. Arlann liked that part of Mara, she was a real leader and people seemed to draw to her, the mage included. So she didn't want to give her too much grief, especially with how quickly she became jealous, which would only become worse if Arlann pushed it and gave her surprisingly neurotic mate a reason to worry and pout. There was also the fact that irritating her with her ass on the line, quite literally, was not the wisest idea, not after the stunts she had already pulled. So she kept silent, half-asleep and easily letting herself give up control and for Mara to guide her. Once at the apartment it didn't take long for her to fall asleep, barely having the self-control to undress and cuddle up with her childhood friend before slumber overtook her. It wasn't surprising, using so much magic was not only difficult, but not something a slacker like Arlann was accustomed to.

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Sammie had found herself in a nerve-wracking situation, even more so than her everyday worries, and she had a lot of those. She found herself nervously buying flowers like an idiot, and only realizing how bad of an idea it was after she had purchased them. The night before had thrown her into a fair bit of confusion, considering nobody but Mara usually stuck up for her... And when Arlann did it stuck with her, the beta barely able to focus on anything else. She needed to thank her savior, do something to repay her, because naive thoughts told the wolf that doing so would rid her of the distraction that was Arlann. So she bought them, far too early in the morning, and before long found herself in front of Mara's door with a lovely bouquet and work documents... A half-assed excuse she had concocted as she practically shook in front of the door... Not knowing what she was doing, and being even less sure if she should actually be doing it, and before she could find an answer she knocked on the door, panicking immediately after as the question of why she could only act without thinking in such horrible situations.

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Every time Jessie turned it was a treat, not just the dominance but the amount of pleasure she received being impaled by her lover. The force, the speed, the endurance... Leslie had yet to be able to last and she always found herself riding consecutive waves of pleasure, and this night was no different. Leslie even found herself enjoying it more, her voice echoing loudly enough to attract ears somewhere, though no wolf was dumb enough to interrupt the sounds of an alpha fucking her mate, though from what Leslie understood it was rare that none came out to watch. Then again the entire room had just been exposed to some rather unpleasant power... And Leslie herself had made a fool of an alpha, surely they weren't in the mood to observe.

By the end they were both panting exhausted messes. Leslie was tired, satisfied after being claimed, and more than a little sure she had long scratch marks going all the way from the top of her ass to the bottom. She wasn't quite as tired as Jessie however, proven by the fact that her lover gave her permission to drive the car... "Holy hell..." She was shocked enough to ruin the moment, but a small smile touched her features as she leaned in and kissed Jessie's forehead. "Of course, I'll be very careful." With that she stood up, knees wobbling gently before she gained her balance, and removed her dress. Soon she had Jessie covered with it, and had her picked up in a princess carry, smiling down at her, kicking her heels off and leaving them behind. She could by some more torture shoes and they were a pain in that moment.

Before Jessie could object, no doubt having the same displeasure at knowing people would see Leslie as the hunter did for people seeing her Mistress, she began to walk out, naked and proud to be for her mate. Nothing could stop her, not even the look of the valet who got an nice view of her chest, and a peak at her sexy scratched ass while she put Jessie into the passenger seat. The looks weren't terribly long and nothing stupid was uttered, so before long they were home, and after a slow, careful ride back they were in bed... Both tired, but Leslie already planning for an amazing breakfast for her powerful beast. She wanted to make it a full breakfast in bed, her naked, Jessie waking to food and sex, and then a gift she had been saving for a special occasion.

Javorcek · Mar 29, 2015

Mara’s ears picked up the sound of soft, uncertain knuckles rapping on her door at what felt like far too early in the morning. A glance to the clock on her nightstand let her know that it was infact early as fuck. It was Sammie…she knew it must be. Her driver and bodyguards were all male and all had a banging sort of knock, her personal assistant was the only one who knocked like she was afraid of bothering her. She didn’t want to get up…she knew that if she just laid in bed, Sammie would surely leave whatever paperwork she had by the door and then come back later. But once she was up, she was up. Reluctantly, Mara untangled herself from the sleeping mage in her arms, trying her best not to wake Arlann as she slipped out of the bed. She padded out of the room on bare feet, heading through the living room and towards the front door, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable.

“Sammie…” The werewolf yawned, rubbing some sleep from her eyes as she began to open the door. “Today is your day off… Why are you here?” Really she knew that none of them had days off, ever. A massive company like Lykos Industries never slept. Even on her vacations, Mara was checking e-mails, answering calls and reading reports. But she would have liked for her assistant to take some time to herself every once in awhile. To her knowledge, Sammie didn’t have much of a personal life, the girl lived to work and that just was not healthy.

“Well…I-I…” Sammie gulped. “B-brought you th-th-the paper-wuh-work-“

“Why do you have flowers, Sammie?” Mara quickly interrupted as she noticed the very lovely bouquet of flowers, eying the beta suspiciously. The bouquet was –nice-, it wasn’t made up of roses for a lover, but it wasn’t made up of cheap carnations and daisies either. Part of her knew the answer before it was spoken, a paranoid, protective wolf like Mara would always suspect that someone wanted something of her mate.

“Well…I-I…” The beta began to tremble ever so slightly. Truthfully, Mara terrified her as much as she aroused her. The beautiful Alpha paid her well, treated her fairly, and protected her from jerks. Mara was in control of her livelihood and could easily remove Sammie from her staff if she became disappointed with the performance of the young beta…then she would have nothing. Perhaps the only way avoid angering the Alpha was by being completely honest…Mara could not get mad at her for telling the truth. Well…she could still be very angry…but there was a better chance that she wouldn’t find herself thrown into a wall if she just tried to explain that she was just distracted by the mage that had saved her and thought that thanking her would make the errant thoughts go away. “Y-your m-m-ma-muh-mate…” Crap, she should have never come here…even in her pajamas, Mara was very scary, so scary that the beta could barely speak.

Mara growled in frustration. Sammie was a truly harmless creature and it pained her to know that she was causing the beta so much fear. But she couldn’t keep herself from being jealous/possessive/paranoid/angry/a whole range of unattractive emotions that she hated. With a sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to fend off a building headache of exasperation. “Sammie…I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

“Yuh-yuh-your mate…” Sammie tried again, making an effort to just take a deep breath and spit it all out this time. “Shewasverynice. I-I thought she might like f-flowers, as a th-th-thank you…”

ClearSight · Mar 29, 2015

Arlann hadn't stirred initially, but despite Mara's careful withdrawal the mage soon found herself grasping for the comfort of her mate. She whined gently when she couldn't find her, flailing gently before finally rousing enough to realize the wolf had already escaped her clutches. She pouted, the bed feeling empty, and that not being how she wanted it after so many days of sleeping alone... Even if it was all her fault. So instead of going back to bed, which would have usually been her solution to being awake before 10, was to sit up and look around for Mara. Alas, even that was not enough, and as air brushed against her exposed body she became more awake and more pouty than before. Part of her was getting irritated, completely expecting to wake up to breakfast or Mara ready to pounce, and with neither option presenting itself her mood was souring, the selfish entitled side of her peeking its head as she slid her feet off the bed.

"Mara... Why did you get out of bed. No, better question, why are we not already going at it? I'm horny..." She whined gently as she came out into the living room, rubbing her eyes, nude and barely aware of her surroundings. It only took a moment for her to notice the change though... Eyes falling on an unexpected visitor, and as embarrassed as she should have been to be revealed to the beta she wasn't... Mainly because she forgot she was nude, running up behind Mara and hugging her from behind, looking over the Alpha's shoulder at the adorable little guest. "Aw, as cute as ever Sammie." She smiled gently as she began nibbling on Mara's neck, "Isn't she Mara?" She was completely unaware of Sammie's reaction, her inexperience making it difficult for her to read the situation... And her thickness making things more complicated with how she acted, which didn't help anyone.

In fact Sammie looked so stunned she wasn't even stuttering, just completely floored by the gorgeous mage walking out nude like it was nothing, complimenting her, and peppering Alpha Mara with affection all in one fell swoop. Not to mention she had seemed so tired one minute and incredibly alert and bubbly the next, was it magic? She was entirely too nervous to make sense of any of it, but upon looking back at Mara, who was as intimidating as always, she at least found enough motivation to hurry up and give the flowers and files so she could flee and try and forget her stupidity. "Uh-Uhm... I-I-I br-brought f-flowers.... A-As thanks." She forced it out before holding them forward to present them to Arlann, the beta looking more nervous than ever.

Arlann stopped nibbling for a moment as she looked at the trembling creature, eyes closed and enough of the shy awkward feelings to even pierce the mage's thick skull. She smiled, just staying still for a moment but soon nibbling Mara's ear before reaching around and taking them, pulling them in and sniffing them over Mara's shoulder. "Thank you Sammie... These are beautiful." She smiled at the little beta as she opened her eyes, a blush spreading across the girl's face as Arlann moved towards the kitchen. "I'm going to put these in some water!" And once again she neglected her nakedness as she revealed her back and ass to both the wolves behind her, Sammie's blush deepening, her admiration overcoming the shock of the scars easily. "B-B-Both o-of you are b-b-beautiful." As she said it she clutched the files for Mara in her arms, pulling them to her chest, astounded by the two beautiful women... Both Mara and Arlann were incredible, and word had spread of what happened the night before, even a beta like Sammie finding the power of the two women arousing.

By the time Arlann returned she had somehow become aware of her nakedness, slipping on a shirt she had found lying on the couch after sitting the flowers down on the coffee table. While it did cover her up a bit it did nothing to diminish how sexy she looked. "Mara, you're being rude you know." She spoke playfully as she wrapped herself around Mara yet again, finding the closeness of her mate comforting. "Sammie, please come in. I'll put on some coffee and I can get to know the cutie supporting my Mara a bit better." With that she bit Mara's ear as a little 'Be nice and let her in!' before going off to put the coffee on, finding it adorable that Sammie was so cute and Mara so unable to act ferocious in front of the delicate thing. It was adorable.

Javorcek · Mar 31, 2015

Mara preferred some satiny pajama shorts and a comfy bra for bed rather than the total lack of clothing that her mate enjoyed. Not that she would ever complain about it; she loved feeling Arlann’s smooth skin against her own. “Sammie’s here.” Mara answered simply as she continued to stare the smaller beta down. She didn’t mean to try to scare her assistant, these behaviors were just ingrained into her. The Alpha was so busy glaring at the smaller woman, that she didn’t even turn around to look at her lover in order to notice that she was naked…even though Sammie’s eyes that were glazed over in arousal should have been an indication of that.. “Mmm…” The wolf sighed happily as she felt the familiar warmth of Arlann’s front press into her back…though, soon she stiffened up a little bit, now realizing that her mate was still very, very naked this morning.

“Cute?!” A low, feral growl rumbled in her chest. Mara hated this insane part of herself, but she couldn’t make it stop. She didn’t like Arlann looking at any other woman but her, and sure as hell didn’t like the way that Sammie looked at her naked mate! At least Arlann’s playful nibbles to her neck helped to lighten her mood before she started barking and biting. “Yes…she’s adorable…” Mara conceded as she glowered at Sammie, making the poor beta cringe. She supposed it was very thoughtful of her assistant to bring flowers for Arlann in order to properly say ‘thank you’ for defending her last night…and that she shouldn’t be mad. When she felt her mate pull away, the wolf glanced over to see where Arlann was going, eyes staying glued to that gorgeous ass. A bolt of desire immediately struck her core…only to be interrupted by Sammie commenting on how beautiful they both were. However Mara’s paranoid brain didn’t here ‘both’, she heard ‘you’, ‘you’ as in ‘Arlann, you’re beautiful’.

Oh she was going to destroy her assistant, but before she could gouge the beta’s eyes out for looking at her mate, Arlann had reappeared and re-wrapped herself around her, making it impossible for the Alpha to surge forward. Mara grumbled as her ear was nipped…this was unfair! Arlann knew all the things she liked and kept doing them so that she wouldn’t be grumpy this morning. She knew exactly what Arlann wanted her to do…to be pleasant and friendly…but that didn’t mean that she wanted to do it. Her plans for this morning had revolved around making up for lost time with her mate, not entertaining her assistant with a breakfast party. “Come in, Sammie. Have breakfast with us.” The Alpha grumbled out the words begrudgingly, like a small child that had been forced by a parent to say ‘I’m sorry’.

“Oh! N-no…I couldn’t…” Part of Sammie did sort of want to. Arlann was so sweet…and so very sexy. No! Bad Sammie! Can’t think those things, otherwise Mara will—

“Sammie, inside!” The Alpha barked, to which the beta quickly jumped inside the penthouse and did as she was told. With a soft sigh, Mara resigned herself to fulfilling Arlann’s wishes this morning. She padded into the kitchen, slipped past Arlann, playfully swatting her cute little rear as she did so, and then moved towards the refrigerator to start pulling out ingredients for breakfast. “What would you ladies like to eat?”

“P-p-pah-pan…” Sammie started, but gave up when the word proved too hard to say when she was nervous. “Eggs…and b-b-bacon…”

“I’ll make you both.” Mara softened just a little bit, knowing that her assistant was still terrified if she could barely speak. She felt better anyways now that Arlann was covered up. Her lover was still sexy…especially because Mara knew that there were only a thin layer of fabric separating her from all of the things she wanted to play with, but at least Sammie was denied view of what was so clearly Mara’s mate. Heh…my mate… The thought of being a one woman kind of girl still surprised her. It was different, less exciting she supposed…but there was something nice about the predictability of waking up next to the same person every morning and making her breakfast. And speaking of breakfast, Mara got to work making the pancake batter. Once that was ready she bent over, firm ass up in the air as she shifted around the drawer under the stove to find a big enough frying pan.

ClearSight · Mar 31, 2015

It was adorable when Mara let her tough outer image get tripped up by the lovely person, the one beneath the surface and suffocated by werewolf principles. Sure, it didn’t happen without some manipulative coaxing, but once she opened up things became much easier for everyone. A purr of appreciation vibrated from a much too bubbly Arlann, her joyful demeanor almost suspicious so early in the morning, as Mara let her gruff play second fiddle to her kind-hearted innards. The mage did a little half spin and walked over towards the couch, patting a cushion for Sammie in gentle welcome, playing a little game of good host bad host with Mara. It was the perfect display of their relationship, with Mara barking and being all tough but in the end yielding to the pain in the ass that was Arlann. At least she was a cute one.

As if yielding to Arlann’s wishes wasn’t enough proof that Mara was ultimately a softie, the stubborn wolf quickly followed her contradiction sandwich up by showing Sammie gentleness. It was one of the many aspects of Mara’s complicated personality that the mage loved, and it had her smiling at the wolf’s back as she walked to the kitchen. “I’ll take pancakes, some more pancakes too, and maybe a few more pancakes after that! Oh, and make me a ton of eggs, but hold the bacon~” She giggled gently, her need for food massive after how much magic she had used the night before. Sammie probably didn’t realize that she was still firmly hugging the files as she took her seat, and Arlann didn’t have the desire to tell her… It was so damn cute.

“Tea, coffee, milk, or juice?” Sammie was startled by the simple question, barely even realizing it was directed at her. “T-T-Tea p-p-p-please” Sometimes the simplest things were the most difficult, and while Sammie put up a decent front, when she wasn’t struggling to form words, it could be difficult. Really she was quite smart, and Mara had been able to see beyond the social difficulties to the skill and dedication beneath… But that only made it more difficult when she found herself so very attracted to Arlann. It had been that with Mara first, the beta had been practically speechless around her for fear of saying something to give it away, which was a funny thought considering by the time she forced the first few words out she would have had plenty of time to reflect and keep her lips sealed, but it had been a fear regardless of actuality.

Arlann couldn’t help but find Sammie cute, the shy stuttering thing worked for her. Knowing how much Mara valued her made it all the more interesting too, it meant Sammie was a great worker, as if her being a sweetheart wasn’t enough. Arlann wasn’t oblivious to the little wolf’s eyes either, and even though she had been focusing on the cute innocent aspects she was interested in the sinful side as well. Hell, it was hard to miss such unfiltered desire. The little beta probably had no clue how to hide her intentions, which in and of itself was absolutely lovely.

That innocent aura Sammie had didn’t cause Arlann to be careful like it should have, but instead it riled her up, the perverted freak underneath the gentle smile wondering what kind of face she would make if confronted with something not so innocent. So as she nodded and put on some tea, the Keurig she had forced Mara to buy doing all the work, she let herself indulge some of the desires, and curiosities, she had. To accomplish such a… Devious, goal, Arlann walked up behind Mara and reached down, gripping her hips and gently grinding in to the woman’s backside, the thin layers of clothing separating them doing nothing to stop the friction from heating up Arlann’s skin.

“Mara… Love… We can’t give her a meal without a show…” She let Mara get the pan and lean back up before her hand slid around and peeked under clothing, slowly rubbing the lips hidden beneath. At the same time her mouth launched an attack of its own, biting on Mara’s neck before moving up to her ear, a devilish grin on her face as she caught a floored Sammie staring in her peripheral. "Don't you think it would only be polite? To entertain our guest while she waits…” As she asked the question, a question she had clearly already decided on an answer for, she let her slender digits head up, a bit of magic funneling to her silken smooth fingers and flowing in to Mara as those same fingers slowly, agonizingly so, pushed up inside of the wolf. “Or should I stop taking care of you because we have a guest? I mean… We can wait, but I do like having company so it could be awhile.” A gentle moan played into Mara’s ear as Arlann let her desire possess her, now if only she had a wolf to blame afterwards.

Javorcek · Apr 1, 2015

“Gah! Arlann!” Mara growled as her hips were grabbed in the middle of her trying to make them some breakfast. She didn’t like to be bothered when there was food involved, especially if she was pretty fricken hungry. As she straightened herself up, Mara grumbled under her breath, something about a horny mate that couldn’t make up her damn mind whether she wanted to eat or fuck. The Alpha was pretty dead set on the eating part and was prepared to ignore Arlann’s playful advances until she had food in her belly…at least…she thought she was…she had been, up until Arlann started grinding into her rear. Immediately she could feel the heat grow between them, smell sweetness of Arlann’s delicious arousal. Feasting between her lover’s legs had definitely become one of Mara’s favorite things to do, whether it was because of her mate’s intoxicating scent and taste or the magic that laced her arousal, the wolf didn’t know. All that was certain was that even the slightest bit of Arlann’s scent made her mouth water and her desires peak.

“But…breakfast…” Mara whined. It wasn’t fair, she was now hungry and horny and very uncomfortable because of the two. “I hate you…mmmmph fuck~” The wolf moaned as her evil mate used magic to make her fingers feel all the more amazing. “Grrrrr…” The werewolf huffed and puffed, squirming indecisively in Arlann’s arms. She was so torn… Part of her wanted to make her mate stop, mostly because she hated this position. She looked like a submissive beta with Arlann playing with her from behind. If her assistant wasn’t their avid audience, Mara would have probably been a little more receptive to Arlann taking control. But a larger, growing part of her just wanted to be fucked by those incredibly warm, seemingly vibrating fingers that were plunged inside of her.

The last shreds of her self-restraint evaporated into nothingness when the mage told her that they could wait. Fuck waiting! Mara had been waiting nearly a week for their fight to be over so they could make up, she wasn’t going to wait a goddamn second longer. “Fuck me…” The wolf growled, her hand coming to rest over Arlann’s to force her to thrust her fingers in deeper, harder. Mara tried to frame her words as an order to save face, still very conscious that her assistant was here. Hrrrmph…let her be in control for a little while…I’ll show her what happens to naughty mages that bend me over like a beta. “Sammie! Make yourself useful and go get me my strap-on. Top drawer of the ohhhh-fuck…fuck…the top drawer of the dresser in my bedroom. Left hand side.”

From her vantage point on the couch, Sammie gave a needy little whimper. She couldn’t see much, but a smart girl like her was perfectly capable of imagining the very naughty things that were happening in the kitchen. Fantasizing about what Arlann was doing to Mara only made it worse, Sammie’s imagination could run rampant at times, and since she had never seen a mage use their magic to have sex before, her fantasy was not limited by conventional restrictions. So caught up in her imagination filling in for what she could not view from her location on the couch, Sammie almost missed that Mara was giving her an order. With a blush of embarrassment, she quickly got up, finally realized that she was –still- holding the files and set those down. Then she scampered off into Mara’s bedroom to do as she was told, a little disappointed to miss part of the show, but excited to see what her boss was going to do with her strap on.

ClearSight · Apr 1, 2015

Arlann loved the dominant beast of a woman Mara was most of the time. However, as much as she enjoyed that sexy thing she enjoyed teasing and taunting Mara just as much, if not more. There was something about making her mate crazy that got her going, not to mention how amazing the sex was when the alpha felt her dominance being threatened... She always tried a little harder. Mara was cute about it though, barking orders and keeping her appearance even as she allowed herself to succumb to Arlann's playful digits. "Mmm. I've been thinking about this for days..." She nipped Mara's ear and let her fingers push up further and harder than ever, her fingers spreading, pushing against tight silken channels as she searched... Searched for how to have Mara moaning in front of her beta. Something about t was just enticing, to have Mara show that side in front of Sammie.

"You know, after last night I think I'm at least at alpha level, so if you're embarrassed just think of how strong the woman bending you over is." Arlann was going all out, a grin on her lips and body firmly pressed up to her lover's backside. She only felt more daring when Mara gave her permission, though it was in the form of a weakly uttered order. "Good girl." She snickered, audibly taunting the increasingly irritated looking Mara, though quickly experiencing the recoil of her brazen actions as the alpha ordered her beta to go and bring her strap-on. Still, as disappointed as Arlann was that her reign was soon to end, she was also pumped up, not only because Mara had just brought Sammie in to the mix, but because now she had to make the tough wolf cum before she got her hands on the toy. Still, as much as her body shivered at the prospect of having Mara use her cock, she wanted to take one last liberty while she could. "Mara, when you're close to climaxing tell me... Ask me to let you. If you're a good girl we can use your favorite magic."

As Arlann nipped and licked at Mara's soft flesh her fingers took another approach. The speed and force behind her digits increased, but more than that she let them heat up further, allowing her mana to flow inside the wolf and make every sensation explode. Arlann was in a rush, wanting Mara to let her voice out and hit the bottom before her toy was retrieved and positions reversed. Luckily Sammie wasn't the most agile woman, so nervous that upon arriving in the room her alpha and Arlann shared she couldn't remember the location Mara had spoken to her. For a moment she became frantic, though she was more upset about missing the view than taking too long to bring Mara what she wanted, which while not the most well thought out set of priorities seemed perfect to her. Luckily it only took a moment for her to remember, the wolf dashing to the drawer in question and yanking it open, blushing at the contents but managing to quickly snatch up the toy and dash back out of the room, almost slipping on the clothing left behind from the night before.

"Ask me so you can come for me Mara. Ask..." Arlann became more insistent as she heard Sammie heading back, pulling Mara's body to her own as her free hand to tweak needy nipples as her literal 'magic' fingers continued to plunge inside Mara. "If you don't I won't cast the spell Mara... You won't be able to cum until much later, don't make me stop and leave you like this." Her threats were ultimately hollow when all Mara had to do was turn around and shove Arlann to her knees to get what she wanted, but what fun would that be? No, Arlann wanted to get her way, to really tick Mara off, and to feel it in every thrust once the tables had turned, and if she remembered anything about their days as childhood friends, Mara didn't do so well denying her desires.

Javorcek · Apr 2, 2015

Right now, Mara was in her own personal little hell. The pleasure that was flowing through her body was pure bliss…but it was all tainted by her mate’s taunting mouth. As if her mate’s never ending goading wasn’t enough to keep her from reaching her peak, this position was less than ideal; forced to stand, it was hard for her to relax enough in order to cum. She relied totally upon Arlann the jerk behind her to give her the pleasure that she needed to finally climax. Gah…and she hated that Arlann was a few inches taller than she was, making her ears and neck totally vulnerable to her mate’s teasing nips and bites. She hated that her childhood friend cheated, using her magic to drive the werewolf insane with lust. And most of all, she absolutely hated that the mage was ordering her to ask to cum.

“Grrrrr…mmph…” Mara huffed, panting for breath as she spread her legs a little more and tightened her grasp on the edge of the stove. The muscles in her back tensed up as Mara tried to keep her cool, willing herself to not break under Arlann’s pressured words. “You are so fucking dead…” The werewolf threatened stubbornly. There was no fucking way that she was going to ask to cum! She wasn’t a fucking dog, she wasn’t going to fucking beg…. “Ohhhhhh God!” Mara moaned loudly as Arlann’s fingers began to work harder, faster. It was everything she could possibly want, but she needed a little more…just a tiny bit more so that she could have that orgasm. And Arlann wasn’t going to give it to her until she begged. The wolf whined, eyes screwing shut as she let out another huff of frustration. Maybe she should just beg… The words ‘please’ and ‘may I’ danced on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill out. They almost did, if it hadn’t been for Arlann blowing it by giving her an ultimatum, Mara probably would have begged.

“GRAAAH!” Mara roared, her patience finally snapping. All of Arlann’s taunting made her feel as though she were being backed into a corner, the threat of not letting her cum until later was the last star. Of course, like any wild animal, the sensation of vulnerability that accompanied being cornered quickly morphed into pure anger and frustration from the werewolf. She lashed out, turning around in Arlann’s arms, grunting softly as her body was now deprived of sexy stimulation. She immediately missed the feeling of fingers delving into her needy slit and talented digits playing with her breasts, but her anger easily surpassed the longing that she felt. “How dare you threaten me...” The wolf snarled, eyes narrowing and turning to gold as she rounded on Arlann. A fed, relaxed, and happy little Mara would have been all too eager to beg as long as it got her what she wanted and pleased her mate at the same time. But a wolf that was hungry, pushed too hard, and in the presence of a beta couldn’t submit.

Sammie came back just in time to see Mara standing there, lips peeled back in a snarl and eyes a breathtaking shade of gold. For a moment she just stood there, admiring the way that the Alpha took control of her mate. Though as she stood there, she started to feel a little awkward just staring...and nervous…and when Sammie got nervous she had a tendency to fiddle with her hands. By the time Mara had noticed her presence, Sammie had been absentmindedly wringing the dildo in her grasp, having forgotten entirely that it was a sex toy.

“Sammie!”

“Y-yes?” The beta jumped, nearly dropping the strap-on and harness in surprise.

“My mate has forgotten her place…and you are going to help me remind her of it. Strip and lay back on the couch.”

Sammie bit her lower lip, looking nervously between the two beautiful women, one of which had graced her nighttime fantasies more times than she would dare to admit. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for wolves to share their mates…it was just a little strange that Arlann wasn’t a wolf, and Mara was choosing to share her lover with a beta. For a moment she considered saying ‘no’, if only because she wasn’t certain getting involved in whatever power struggle was going on here was a good idea. But really, when was she going to get another opportunity like this? “Y-yes, Alpha M-Mara.” The wolf ambled over towards her boss and deposited the Alpha’s strap-on onto the table before hurrying over towards the couch. She nervously stripped out of her blouse and skirt, more than a little self-consciously because she didn’t think that she was all that much to look at. The beta was pale, tall, thin and delicate. If she wasn’t so clumsy, she might’ve made an absolutely wonderful dancer.

As Sammie got herself set up, reclining back on the couch, Mara gave Arlann’s rear a nice, hard smack to her ass. “Go on, time to put that smart mouth of yours to use.” The Alpha hurried to get out of her boyshorts and into her harness so that she could escort her mate over towards the arm of the couch, giving her a firm nudge so that Arlann ended up draped over the arm of the couch with her face between Sammie’s legs.

ClearSight · Apr 2, 2015

Arlann prided herself on being able to manipulate Mara, not only to get what she wanted but also just to make her friend react in exciting ways. It wasn't a malicious thing, not really. In fact, when they were kids she had used it to spend more time with Mara and keep her friend thinking about her... It was a bit deranged in a way but she had been an odd teen, and Mara had been the center of her happiness back then, which was why losing her had hit Arlann so hard. Those skills, originally designed for, more or less, good purposes, were quite useful at getting Mara riled up, using small pockets of knowledge about wolves to have her wolf growling and half ready to turn and claim her spot at the top if need be. Arlann had no intention of fighting, even if she had proven her strength the night before in front of the entire ballroom of alphas. No, she didn't have any desire to be the dominant one in their relationship, enjoying the teasing and taunting and what it led to when she played the more flexible role.

"Oooo, you're going to bring her in on it? And here I was only thinking of giving her a show." She grinned biting Mara quite hard to push it once more, giving devious eyes that almost asked for punishment. "Guess I don't mind though, she is scrumptious." Arlann licked her lips, gently running her hand along the strap-on once it graced her powerful mate. As she started to get dragged along, Mara as insistent as she expected her horny lover to be, she let her magic seep out into the toy, the emptiness of her threat revealing itself with a little grin, though increasing the sensitivity was Mara's punishment... She would be moaning and moaning, a mess in front of her little beta.

As Arlann was draped over the arm of the couch she found herself in one of the most tantalizing positions she had ever been in. There was Mara behind her, equipped with a very lifelike, incredibly sensitive cock and already feeling the need to release the strength of her wolf out of irritation. Then, in front of her, definitely not losing to her mate, was Sammie. She was adorable, smooth pale skin, a small frame and nervous ticks that made her seem even more fragile than she appeared at first glance. She was so nervous though, her little hands fidgeting, and the excitement present on her features was struggling against her anxiety at the situation. "Sammie... Relax. I'll take very good care of you." Even while bent across the couch arm she let her hand reach forward and grasp Sammie's, giving her a gentle squeeze and a smile before letting her own carnivorous look flash in her gorgeous eyes. "So just enjoy it..."

It didn't take long for Arlann to start, using her magic from the start to make sure Sammie felt so much pleasure that even nervousness couldn't stop her, and it started working quickly. Sammie's inexperience revealed itself as she started moaning, each squirm and nervous whimper from the small girl's lips egging Arlann on, and she had no plans on stopping. Even as she awaited Mara's cock, expecting it to bury inside at any moment, she pushed on, set on having Sammie be a pleasure-addled mess by the end, and curious just what the little thing would do once her nervousness faded and she let herself go, allowed the pleasure to consume her and dictate her actions. Perhaps it wouldn't happen, Sammie was a difficult girl to make feel comfortable, but Arlann was going to try, her dexterous tongue dedicated to its purpose as a hand began to explore the smooth delicate flesh in front of her.

Javorcek · Apr 2, 2015

A little shiver ran down Mara’s spine as the cool air of the room enveloped the magically infused toy attached to her pelvis. Arlann had enchanted the dildo a couple of times already and Mara had more or less grown used to being able to feel sensations through the toy, but this time it felt…different, more sensitive. She shrugged off the notion though, it probably only felt different because she hadn’t worn it a few days. Surely she’d get used to it after a few thrusts into Arlann’s welcoming sex, just as she always had.

Now, as she stood behind her mate and looked down at the two beautiful women laid out before her, all of Mara’s self doubts began to rear their ugly heads and give her a bit of stage fright. Sammie was absolutely gorgeous, beautiful in the way that wild deer are: innocent, graceful… It made Mara feel a little self-conscious, she had always had a more predatorial look to her. As much as she liked to pretend that it didn’t bother her, knowing that Arlann thought that Sammie was ‘scrumptious’ upset the bejesus out of her. Mara had thought she had been ready for this, but watching as Arlann reached out to hold Sammie’s hand made her stomach twist into sickening knots. Come on Mara…you can do this…you’ve done this a zillion times. Truthfully this wasn’t her first threesome. She had had sex with many werewolves, male and female alike. She had done so in public, had shared a lover with someone else, hell, had even been shared herself. But with Arlann things were different… Her childhood friend put her in the very uncomfortable position of being in love. Arlann wasn’t just another fling, she was her mate. But Mara didn’t believe that the mage understood exactly what that entailed. And so all the little things she did that hinted to an attraction towards Sammie plagued her heart.

While Mara was having her little internal struggle, Sammie on the other hand was rapidly becoming a moaning, writhing mess who wasn’t quite sure what to do with her hands. She grasped onto her breasts, onto the couch, balled her hands into fists… She didn’t know if she was allowed to touch Arlann or not. The beta knew that Mara was gracing her by sharing her mate. And it made her puff up a little bit with pride to not be the one on the bottom of the pecking order. But still, as special as she felt, she didn’t want to overstep her boundaries and make Mara angry by laying claim to what was hers in any way. But finally she broke down and gave Mara a pleading look, silently asking for permission, tired of not having anything that was intuitive to hold on to. The Alpha gave her the slightest of nods and Sammie immediately took the gesture as permission. Long fingers soon became laced into Arlann’s hair, a little unsure of just how hard to pull, but giving an experimental tug, trying to guide the mage’s tongue to exactly where she needed it.

Mara was becoming aware that the longer that she spent not fucking Arlann, the more likely that her mate would realize that something was wrong. And nothing was wrong…not really… She was just over thinking this and she knew she was. So without any further ado, she grasped onto Arlann’s hip with one hand and the toy with the other, guiding the head of the cock to her mate’s tight little slit. The Alpha pushed inside quickly, eager to get lost in physical sensations of pleasure rather than her own dark thoughts.

ClearSight · Apr 3, 2015

Arlann liked to believe she knew Mara pretty well, at least enough to comfort her when needed, make her feel loved, and do the exact opposite of those two things at times. Part of her began to feel bad for how excited she seemed, wondering if perhaps she had taken it too far. Usually she wouldn't think anything of the sort, the mage could be very self-centered. Yet when Mara didn't quickly jump in, when she hesitated to plunge the now lifelike dildo inside of her... It spoke towards something being wrong. Arlann had almost stopped and turned around, because in the end making sure Mara wasn't upset was more important to her than any fantasy derived from a porno. She just hoped Mara knew how important she was, that Arlann had been in love with her for most of her life, that she would die for her, and that if need be she would lock herself away and never look at another woman again. Well, the last one was a bit extreme but still, she felt strongly about her mate, and knew what weight those words carried.

Mara soon snapped out of whatever was going on with her, because the way Sammie had been acting she wouldn't have grabbed Arlann's hair unless given permission. It was cute really, the nervous little thing taking charge to get the most pleasure possible, and Arlann was happy to oblige, tongue delving inside of the tight channel, and Sammie's moans made it clear she wasn't going to last, which only meant the mage was going to have her screaming all night, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her... Or perhaps even Mara in time would take her turn with the delicate flower they had ensnared.

For Sammie nothing had ever felt quite as amazing as what was currently being done to her. Not that she hadn't been with someone before, even she had despite the rarity of it, but Arlann and Mara were different. They were so far out of her league, Sammie's own insecurities causing her to believe she just wasn't very beautiful. The beta was in denial of the fact that she was quite stunning herself, and often times her difficulty communicating hid the fact that she was a catch. Mara had seen it, perhaps not sexually but she had known, and Arlann had picked up on it just as quickly, though mainly due to Mara being so protective. Arlann usually trusted her mate's decisions. Still, as much as the two seemed to like Sammie, the current situation seemed so strange and unreal, like she was going to open her eyes and be on the couch clutching the files still, lost in her own fantasy, and one that would never come true. Yet with each swipe of Arlann's incredible tongue that possibility became less and less likely, and as unlikely as it was Sammie gained a tiny bit of confidence, enough to let her delicate hands grip tighter and to urge the mage on.

As the cock shoved inside of her Arlann let out a long muffled moan, the hand that had been exploring Sammie slipping off and to the couch to grab the cushion, Arlann not wishing to hurt Sammie in any way, not sure if the beta could handle pain. Something was more important than pleasure however, and as much as Arlann would have liked to enjoy the ride and focus on nothing but the sensation of Mara's cock pushed deep inside of her, she didn't. Her other hand slowly moved back until it found Mara's, gripping the hand that had been on her hip and giving it a gentle loving squeeze, thumb brushing across the hands she so loved. It was a little 'I love you', a brief showing of her feelings to make sure her mate still knew that nobody else came first, and despite the awkward positioning she kept it there, hoping Mara would return to her usual self.

Javorcek · Apr 4, 2015

Mara withdrew into her mind, taking comfort in the wildness that she found there, hiding inside the wolfish consciousness that was so simple. Her wolf never worried, never concerned itself with the foolish emotions that humans were bound by. All the wolf knew was that it claiming the bent over female beneath them, that it did not matter what the human side felt, at this moment there was no denying who Arlann belonged to, and that was how the wolf liked it. She remembered that her mother used to tell her stories about wolves that stayed cloaked in their feral nature for too long, so long that they became no better than the wild wolves in the forest. They were just children’s tales…at least she thought they were, she’d never met a wild wolf before. Sometimes she would receive reports of a human that had been bitten and had gone mad from the pain of transformation, but that wasn’t the same as a wolf who –chose- to hide inside of their wild consciousness.

Ugh…why was she thinking about childhood stories that her mother used to tell her when she was supposed to be focused on the two beautiful women infront of her?

The Alpha slipped further back into her mind until all that she felt were raw, powerful desires. Words had left her entirely. Usually Mara was very vocal during sex, but right now the only noises her brain could manage to generate were primal moans as her cock continued to drive mercilessly into Arlann’s tight little channel. She danced on the edge of transformation, so close that her teeth had sharpened to points, her ears began to turn to triangular little points. Her nails dug into Arlann’s hips, holding onto her tighter as she tried to delay her own orgasm. The toy was incredibly sensitive, every quiver and tug of Arlann’s silken folds around her shaft were almost painful…though that was because Mara was struggling to hold back and slowly driving herself insane as she did so. She didn’t want to cum in under five seconds and embarrass herself infront of a beta.

Sammie was unable to cope with the intense amount of pleasure that Arlann’s skilled tongue caused. It had been so long since she had last had sex…and even then none of her previous lovers could compare with the skill and enthusiasm that Arlann had. Even when the mage’s licks were interrupted by moans, the vibrations of her mouth felt amazing. It was only a matter of time before Sammie lost it, her hips bucking into the mage’s face, much rougher than she had meant to, but it was too hard for the wolf to control herself. Of course Arlann didn’t let her rest after one climax, she kept licking, sending Sammie on a what felt like a never ending rollercoaster ride of orgasmic highs.

When her assistant finally unraveled, it was only one or two thrusts more before Mara lost it. She came, hard, filling Arlann with her arousal, thrusting hard even after her orgasm had ended in an effort to give her mate everything she had. Even the desires of the wolf could not overshadow Mara’s need to prove herself, a need that she had always had, even when they were children. Mara kept roughly pounding into Arlann’s slit even after her orgasm had passed, her way of proving that no one would ever be able to fuck the mage the way that the Alpha could. She didn’t stop until her hypersensitive sex ached so bad that she could bare another plunge forward. Panting hard and with tired muscles that would certainly be sore in a few hours, Mara gently withdrew the toy from her mate.

Usually Mara would just want to snuggle for awhile after they made love, then maybe fall asleep with Arlann or drag her mate into the shower to clean up a bit. But this morning she just didn’t have the urge to wrap her arms around her lover and just savor the feeling of her mate’s body pressed up against her own; all she wanted to do was get away. The only excuse for her to leave that would grant her some privacy seemed to be a shower. So without another word, Mara headed towards the bathroom, eager to hop under a warm stream of water and be left alone with her own thoughts. She didn’t feel too bad about leaving, Arlann looked worn out and Sammie had just passed the fuck out, so she didn’t think her presence would be missed anyways.

ClearSight · Apr 4, 2015

It wasn't every day that a porn fantasy became real, in fact most days were mundane by that standard. This wasn't her first, Arlann had had porn fantasies come real before, but never with another person. She had masturbated in a few places that could star some sexy little beauty before, mainly in her high school days, but she had always wanted to go further and try new things. Mara had been one such adventure, the perverted mage delighted to try out all of her fantastic magics on her nearly lifelong crush. Then there was Mara being a werewolf, their relationship being taboo, the roughness factor that riled her up, biting... Oh so much biting. Yet Arlann always got carried away when a scenario presented itself, and with how worked up she was after several days without her big bad wolf... Well her judgement was more than a little skewed. In fact, before it was even over she got the sense that what was occurring warranted conversation prior to.

Still, it had begun and the mage had no way of stopping herself, because between Mara's primal pounding and Sammie's cute squirming and desperation... Well it had her entranced. There had been moments of pain, Mara was being more vicious than usual, but the slut in Arlann couldn't break away from the pleasure long enough to think about it. Each powerful thrust had her moaning, body shivering as her mate's thick cock spread her open time and time again. Mara was relentless, and Arlann's body could feel every throb and desire, she could feel how badly Mara wanted her. Yet it lacked something, and even after they had all climaxed she felt unsatisfied, denied the banter and loving caress that truly made it all special. Without that, without Mara's personality and playfulness, none of it meant a damn thing. It was such a disappointment that she didn't even take time to admire the gorgeous passed out thing beneath her and immediately got herself up, once her shaking legs allowed it.

By the time she made it to the bathroom Mara was already in the shower, and Arlann was already beginning to realize the mistake she had made. Perhaps her mate hadn't wanted to play around... Even if so many of the stories she had heard spoke towards the bond of two mates easily withstanding anything... How sharing and other partners was a usual occurrence in werewolf culture. She should have talked to her. Arlann wasn't going to let 'should have' be a defining term and she quickly moved towards the shower, or as quickly as she could in her exhausted state. She got in, not making any attempts to be silent, and sighed heavily. "Did I fuck up?" It was the question reverberating in her head, a certain heaviness in her tone to match the weight of the possibility. "If I did I'm sorry... I was just trying to get you riled up... And I've heard its expected in werewolf culture to share and... Well I thought it would be nice to set a precedent where I could at least be a part of your other interests." She kept pausing, moving a few steps closer until she was right next to Mara. "And maybe a little of me has ideas I got from pornos, and no idea what it would actually be like." She smiled slightly, the humor of it undermining her sincerity a bit but it helped relieve some of the stress to make the joke. She was just hoping, that no matter how Mara felt about what had just happened, that she still held the position of mate... And that she said something before Arlann had to lose her collected appearance, and lean against the wall for support.

Javorcek · Apr 5, 2015

A nice hot shower had always been Mara's go to after a rough day, and usually the rougher the day, the longer the shower. This morning she might be in there for at least a good hour, as long as she wasn't interrupted. Once she had taken off her harness and cleaned up the toy, she hopped into the shower, jumping a bit as a blast of cold water hit her before it quickly changed to warm. “Mmmm…” Mara let out a relaxed hum as hot water ran over her body and steam quickly filled the room. She had been more tensed up than she had thought, and all this damn thinking about confusing emotional crap was giving her a headache. At least the pain at her temples was lessened by the rhythmic pounding of water.

Maybe she wasn’t cut out for having a mate. Mara had never really been in a well functioning relationship, perhaps she was just destined to have a maximum romance time of 3 months. She'd always had had fun flings...but whenever things got hard or complicated it was easier to just let the relationship dissolve rather than work for it. But just the thought of letting go of Arlann again made her heart sink in a way that she knew that she really was in love. But being a mage was just more difficult than she had thought, Mara didn't think that Arlann truly understood werewolf culture. Public sex and sharing her lover had always been things that Mara had loved, they were just exciting...but when she had shared Arlann, she hadn't been sure that the mage had truly still belonged to her in that moment. Maybe Jessie was on to something by just collaring a human and plunging them into a full fledged BDSM relationship. At least with BDSM roles were clearly defined... But after watching how Arlann had looked so lecherously at Sammie and had started the whole morning off by teasing Mara infront of their guest, the Alpha wasn't quite sure where they all stood. Unfortunately Mara didn't quite know all the intricacies of bondage, she knew a little bit, but had never been in a relationship long enough to subject a lover to it.

The sound of the door opening drew her out of her thoughts and she turned her head to the side, easily making out Arlann's familiar form through the frosted glass of the shower door. Part of Mara wanted to tell her to go away, she still wanted to be left alone. But she also didn't particularly want to talk about why she felt that way, so she kept her mouth shut and just hoped that Arlann wouldn't ask her any questions as her mate climbed into the shower.

“What? No, of course not.” Mara sighed softly as her mate began to apologize, she felt bad enough for the both of them, Arlann didn’t need to feel guilty here too. “You’re right, group sex is a fairly common occurrence. And some wolves absolutely love getting the chance to show off their mate…. I know I do...” The Alpha paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. “But…when I’ve done this before, it wasn’t with a mate. It was just with someone I was just seeing, you know? And they were wolves too… It was never a big deal, everyone understood all the unspoken rules. But you…you’re my mate Arlann. I just…when I saw you with Sammie…I don’t know…” Mara huffed, feeling like she wasn’t making a lot of sense and just sort of rambling, so she tried a different route, “I don’t know if you really understand what being my mate really means. It’s like…It’s like being my wife.” The human term didn’t quite fit, it was a little too broad for her liking, but it was the closest word that Mara could come up with.

ClearSight · Apr 6, 2015

When Arlann first stepped inside the shower she could just sense that Mara didn't want to talk, but she couldn't stop herself, not when it felt so important to get her thoughts out in the open. Even when Mara tried to comfort her she could feel an awkwardness that made her more sad than she had been moments before. Still, as low as her heart had sunk listening to Mara, it leapt upon hearing wife. Part of her had realized that was what mate meant, and truthfully mate was most likely stronger than a 'wife' in werewolf culture, but hearing a word more applicable to her many years of fantasy sunk in a bit harder than mate could, even if she understood what all it meant. Arlann smiled after a moment, Mara's ramblings suddenly more sweet and less devastating, she was jealous. So she walked around in front of her, blocking the water only for a moment before she got down on one knee. "I think it's cute that you are jealous over me. In fact it's probably one of the happiest thoughts I could have, even if I'm not so happy I took my teasing so far it hurt you, even a little bit."

She took a deep breath, ignoring the ridiculousness of the situation and kissing Mara's stomach, admiring her body before looking back up. "I want to be your mate, I know what it means... Though I have a feeling we will have to find out what exactly it means for us, I'm not exactly a wolf. Still, I'm prepared to commit to you, whatever definition we give commitment. I was hoping my little demonstration last night made how sure I was a bit clear, but I've got other ways to show you." She kissed Mara's thigh before standing up and taking her lips, gentle and loving as opposed to the passion she usually attempted. "Tonight I'm going to show you, but for now I'm going to get out of here and let you shower while I make breakfast. So come and join me when you're ready." She smiled once more and pecked Mara on the cheek, moving out of the shower and drying herself off with Mara's towel, sticking her tongue out before escaping from the bathroom.

After getting dressed, actually putting jeans and a t-shirt on, Arlann went to the kitchen, only stopping once to drape a blanket over Sammie, who was still completely out of commission. Then it was breakfast time, and Arlann had always been a pretty good cook, even if her confidence in her skills was greater than the skills themselves. She was planning to go all the way though, the eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes... Everything their fridge contained for breakfast, including pulling out juice and milk. While the day may have started with her being an inconsiderate ass, she was determined to make up for it, and later when she was alone with Mara, she planned to share all of her feelings with her mate... And she wanted to make it clear she understood and wanted to be a mate, not just another partner, she had always wanted to be with Mara.

Javorcek · Apr 6, 2015

“I wasn’t jealous!” Mara huffed, but she was so quick to deny it that she probably appeared even more jealous than she actually was. “And I wasn’t hurt… I was just…worried…” Ugh, no, she had been jealous, really really really jealous; and her heart had felt like it were being twisted and torn apart when she had watched Arlann hold Sammie’s hand. But it was ingrained in Mara’s brain to be tough as an Alpha, and the young werewolf hated how jealous, protective and possessive she could get with very little provocation so she was quick to refute any accusations as such.

“Hrrrmph…” The Alpha pouted a little bit, pretending to be mad about last night. “You know…if you want to be my mate, the next time you go to one of those with me, you’re to be wearing a dress and not a t-shirt and jeans.” The wolf teased gently as she brought her hand to rest on the top of Arlann’s head, fingers running slowly down from the top, over her temple, and stroking her cheek affectionately as her mate kissed her thigh. The little bit of attention to an erogenous zone was rewarded with a soft moan. With or without her magic, Arlann was still very good at drawing reactions out of Mara. “Oh you are, are you?” Mara growled playfully, lips curling into a smile as her blue eyes brightened up with mischief. If Arlann thought that they were going to make it all the way until tonight before fooling around, Mara had a surprise in store for her then! “Hey! Arlann!” Mara barked as her lover stole her towel. “At least get me a new one! Hey! Get your ass back here!” Mara’s empty threats were soon muffled by the bathroom door between them as Arlann beat a hasty retreat to the safety of the kitchen.

With a sigh but a smile on her face, Mara hurried to finish her shower so that she could get out there and be with her mate. After drying off as best she could with a soaking wet towel, she streaked out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom so that she could grab a fresh set of clothes. Then she tiptoed back out, remembering that Sammie was still asleep on the couch. She slid up behind Arlann as she fried some eggs, wrapping her arms around her mate and nuzzling at her neck affectionately. “Thank you… for everything, Arlann.”

Mmmm food… Sammie loved food. Like any good wolf the scent of delicious treats immediately caught her attention. Though…it seemed a little strange that she had food cooking in her apartment while she was sleeping…and that she had fallen asleep on the couch naked and…wet? Sammie jolted awake, all the wonderful memories from moments ago rushing back to her. And what an awful guest she was! Falling asleep in her hosts’ home.... “Oh my g-gosh I’m so sah-sah-sorry!” Sammie squeaked as she drew the blanket around her nude form, sitting up, cheeks burning bright red as she looked at her boss and her boss’s mate, both of whom were now fully dressed. She pulled the blanket around her even tighter, all too aware of her nakedness.

“It’s okay Sammie.” Mara turned around and gave her assistant a reassuring smile. “First time with another couple, huh?”

She didn’t think that she could blush anymore than she already was, but somehow Sammie managed to turn even redder at the mention of her inexperience. The beta nodded her head shyly. She had had lovers, but never before had she had the pleasure of being with another couple.

“Well, you did an excellent job, you waited for permission, were respectful, receptive, and were very gentle with my mate…even though she could probably use a firm hand.” Mara’s hand clapped down onto Arlann’s rear to prove her point. Then she slipped away before her mate could retaliate, under the guise of going to set the table. “Now…how about you toss some clothes on and stop being sorry and join us for breakfast?”

Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

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