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Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Anna bit her lower lip, shifting uncomfortably in her seat while her mother began to scold Leslie for being a little violent at the ball. The only reason that her mother cared was because she was supposed to be finding a potential mate, which seemed silly considering that Anna had found a girl she really liked... Should she say something? Maybe not... After all, Clara hadn't asked her to dance at the ball at all, plus the other wolf had been entertaining suitors herself... But she liked Leslie, she didn't want her getting yelled at unnecessarily.... But she also liked Clara, liked her the way she was and not maimed. Before Anna could make her mind one way or another, Leslie spoke up, graciously defending her actions.

Jessie smiled as Leslie spoke her piece. The wolf leaned over to give her wonderful hero a kiss, only to find that her mate was starting to move towards the floor. The wolf's heart began to hammer as her buzzed mind began to realize what was happening, Leslie was down on one knee...which meant that... "Oh my god..." Jessie's mouth fell open as she looked down at her smiling mate with a beautiful ring held out for her. The cop quickly slid down from her chair, settling onto her knees so that she could throw her arms around Leslie and be on the same level. "Of course I'll marry you." Jessie immediately connected their lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It was a lot...a lot of emotion all at once. Jessie began to tear up, she was just so happy and her adrenaline was pumping from the surprise. She immediately moved her head to bury her face in Leslie's cheek to hide the few tears that managed to come out. "I love you so much Les..." The wolf whispered softly, letting Leslie know that she was okay, she just needed a minute.

"Ay mija" Eva smiled and waved not Jessie or Anna forward, but Leslie. "Get off the floor it's dirty." The floor was immaculate but the fact that it was the floor made it dirty to Eva. She helped the two love birds up and embraced Leslie to welcome her into the family. Even though she couldn't deny that she didn't approve that the girl was a human, there was no denying how happy the woman made her daughter. Besides, Eva had wanted grandchildren for awhile and here was her chance! "Manny go get the champagne. Let's celebrate."

Like a good host Manuel kept champagne and cigars in his home in case of good news. He clapped his hands excitedly and got up, coming back moments later with a bottle of fine champagne and a box of expensive cigars.

"Ay Manuel, guarda tu cigarros." Eva made a face, not caring for the smell of smoke and not wanting it to stink up her furniture.

"Fine fine. I will bring them with us when we go to New Zealand." Manny huffed, disappointed that he would could not smoke a celebratory cigar with his children. But, he supposed he could smoke them when Jessie or Jackson won the hand to hand combat tournament, or for when Anna won the foot race. His children were all amazing athletes, even when they didn't win they made it incredibly far in the competition.

"That reminds me, Leslie, did Jessie remind you to get your ah...eh...what is that word..."

"Passport? Paperwork? Plane tickets?" Anna volunteered.

"All of that! Yes! Paperwork in order to travel?"

Jessie pailed as her mother began to go on about the competition, about how she was so proud of all her children because they did well in so many events. Fuck...she had been trying to wait a little longer, hoping to tell Leslie when it was too late so that she wouldn't have time to get a passport. Her lover had never mentioned traveling, so Jessie just assumed she didn't need/have a passport.

She loved Leslie deeply and would have really missed her mate for the week long event. But she was also aware that Leslie would be the only human there. And she would be stubborn and probably want to compete in order to show that she was fit mate for Jessie. It was just too dangerous, Leslie had been a hunter and if anyone there recognized her then it wouldn't take much to start an angry mob of werewolves.
 
Time was standing still for Leslie, each second extending to a lifetime as she waited for Jessie to react to the very sudden offer, her heart beating furiously and tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. So when heard the 'of course' she couldn't hold back, a few tears rushing down her cheek as she wrapped her arms around Jessie, embracing and kissing her mate... Her fiance. It was going to take some getting use to but it made her so happy to be able to say that Jessie was her fiance. "I love you too Jessie, more than I'll ever be able to show you." She was going to try and show her every day, but the wolf in her arms was one of a kind and nothing seemed like enough, not when her life had been so hollow before their meeting. She never would have thought this would happen though, especially not from the first night and weeks after where Jessie could barely stand being around her. Now she had changed, and it was all because of the beautiful woman in her arms.

Mija. It was such a simple word and gesture but the moment Leslie realized it was directed at her she almost started crying again, getting up and hugging Eva back. Eva was the first true mother figure Leslie had, they were all the first real family she had ever had. It hadn't been easy, the Sandalio family was a particularly close knit and closed off family, not the quickest group to accept anyone, much less a human hunter. However, as difficult as it had been it was worth it, and she knew that now that she was a part of it there was a sense of belonging she couldn't have found anywhere else. Even more as even kept his mouth shut and seemed just a little happy, probably just for his sister and not Leslie, but who knew, maybe Leslie had managed to grow on him as well. At least she knew he approved of her actions, even if not her as a whole.

Of course in the usual fashion of her life nothing but ever perfect, and while celebratory champagne had excited Leslie, the words New Zealand did not. She had to do all she could not to instantly spin around and explode at Jessie, wondering what in the fuck the trip everyone seemed to be talking about was. She kept herself calm though to stop herself from ruining the celebratory mood, and truly her engagement was more important than anything else... Even if she was pissed. "Ah, of course I'm prepared. Before I met Jessie I actually went on a lot of international jobs, being able to translate as well as protect made me pretty popular. That being said I also have a lot of frequent flier miles stored up."

Leslie spent a minute listening to the many events and how proud Eva was of her family for doing so well in the events. "Well don't forget about me, I've been using a sword since I was a child, and while I'm a bit out of practice I'm quite skilled, I could be back in fighting shape if you would all be okay with me representing." She smiled, confident in her abilities in other areas as well, including hand-to-hand and any form of marksmanship, including the bow. So if she had a chance to compete she would, assuming it was allowed. She turned to Jessie, a chilling smile on her face and leaned in really close, kissing her cheek and whispering into her ear. "If you think you're off the hook you're sooooo mistaken. We'll talk about this at home." With that she pulled back and jumped into the conversation again, excited as if it was her first time hearing of it all... Oh wait.
 
Ah fuck… It appeared that Jessie’s plan to keep Leslie safe had been all for naught. And now she was in trouble, the chilling smile was made Jessie shiver. She had never made Leslie really mad…well…maybe that one time when Leslie thought that she had been cheating on her, but that hadn’t been Jessie’s fault! This time, however, it was all of her fault for trying to hide something, and sucking at it. She should have just told the truth… Jessie felt like crap knowing that she had made a little grey cloud rain over what should be one of the happiest nights of their lives. She didn’t get long to wallow in her sadness however. The conversation kept rolling, and at least, for as long as dinner lasted she could just forget that she would be in trouble later and enjoy the company of her mate.

“You know Leslie… If joo really do want to compete, porhaps joo should talk to Marama Marrok. She runs Lykos Industries, but her and Jackson used to see one another. She’s a lovely girl and I’m sure could use a sparring partner. She fights with a knife, right mijo?” Eva wouldn’t give Leslie a flat out ‘no’ to competing, but if she wanted to do so, the matron thought it would be best if she knew what she was getting into.

“Sword, mom, um, epee, to be exact.” Jackson garbled out with a mouthful of half chewed food before grabbing his water to wash it down and then continue. “Mara fences. She’s the one to beat for the close combat weapons. Well…her and Pare Watene, they’ve been switching between first and second place the past few years.”

“I think I still have her number somewhare…” Eva said as she took out her phone. It was new, hardly used, and after struggling for a minute to turn it on she handed it off to Anna. “Anna please gib Leslie Marama’s number, or maybe Jessie, she should still remember Jessie.”

Dinner eventually turned into a night full of stories from Parekura. Manuel regaled them with tales about how he and Eva had actually been rivals before they had been lovers. Jackson and Anna offered more information for Leslie, just about some of the other competitors that she would probably be up against and what their favorite weapons were. Mara preferred the speed and agility required of an epee, but Pare enjoyed using a short, flat Maori club called a mere in order to get up and personal to knock her opponent out. There were other wolves too, Dante Adolfus and Adam Gerwulf for example who were both young but were quickly rising through the ranks of close combat weapons competitors.

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They had only been in the car for all of 10 minutes before Jessie finally broke down, erupting in apologies because she was unable to take the cold silence from her mate any longer. “Les come on! Don’t be mad…” Jessie whined softly, like a dog that knew it was in trouble. “I’m sorry, I’m really really really sorry I didn’t tell you. I just want to protect you, you know?” Jessie sighed, glancing back and forth between Leslie and the road. “I knew you’d want to compete. And I love you, I love you and I love sparring with you and I know you’re tough and you could hold your own… but I don’t want you dead. What everyone forgot to mention was that –all- of the events are in the nude, even the close combat weapons one. Men can wear a loincloth made from an animal they’ve hunted in order to keep everything sort of tucked and safe from getting chopped off, females may choose to do the same for their breasts wear furs to protect them, but other than that your ass is going to be bare and that tattoo on your hip is going to be exposed for werewolf to see.”
 
As if it wasn't bad enough Leslie soon realized she had been duped, that Mara had been with Jackson and not Jessie, which made her bristle with anger. She had been jealous, madly so and with more than enough worry to make her scared and on the edge of tears... And it had all been over something that had never even happened to Jessie. She was going to get it for that, more than for not saying anything about the trip. The trip she could understand on some level, it was going to be dangerous and was more of a wolf only celebration... But the stuff about Mara, Jessie pushing her to feel jealous and upset, stupid Jessie. "Well that should be lovely, I've had my katana sitting dormant for some time, it will be nice to pull it out and put it to use again. Oh, and don't worry about Mara, I had the good fortune to meet her at last night's affair." She smiled and received the number from Anna, and felt a tad disappointed she didn't have much of a chance to talk to Anna much, though talk of Parekura did hold her attention magnificently, and she was looking forward to testing her strength, maybe even against Jackson and Jessie if she entered the hand-to-hand as well.

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"Don't ask me not to be mad, I have that right. Just don't lie to me again. I mean come on Jessie, I love you so much and I'm confident we can get through anything... As long as you fucking say something to me." She looked over at Jessie when they stopped at a light, leaning over and kissing her on the lips, "I have punishments in mind anyways, two... First, when we get home you're mine for the night, I mean MINE, on your hands and knees or tied to the bed, I haven't quite decided yet. Second, as I promised your mom and have intended for some time... You get to wear a lovely white wedding dress when we get married, and no complaining. I'll wear one as well if you insist, but you will be regardless." Leslie wasn't as mad as she thought she would be by the time they had left, she understood Jessie's concerns and she loved her, loved her enough not to let stupid little things ruin the night they got engaged. "Besides, I'm sure the time I spend training will be a bit of a punishment... It'll mean less sex." She smirked, hand moving to her thigh, "And I guess it's about time I got something to cover this up anyways, I've got all of you now, I don't need to cling on to a life I've already left behind."

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When they got home, after a ride full of Leslie silently denying any potential argument, she rushed inside first, going to the bedroom and stripping out of the uncomfortable dress and staying in nothing but her underwear. "Hurry up Jessie~" She had plans, plans to punish Jessie in a way her pain in the ass lover would understand. Really Jessie was getting off quite easily, but Leslie couldn't bring herself to be angrier, not when she had finally achieved a dream of hers she never thought possible, she actually had a family, she was going to have a wife, and they knew and accepted every part of her. It was just comforting to know they could overlook her humanity, her past as a hunter, her being a woman. She was sure none of that had been what they desired, and yet they accepted her, though Eva had whispered something about grandchildren that scared the ever living shit out of Leslie. Not that she didn't want kids, but her and Jessie had never really talked about it... Perhaps it was a topic she should bring up in the not so distant future. "Tonight is about revenge though." She muttered, digging to find the cuffs Jessie kept and waiting for her lover to join her for an... Interesting night.

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Clara had found herself laying in bed and watching TV with a bottle of wine after Anna left, utterly devoid of motivation to do anything else. She had masturbated once or twice but really she wanted to see Anna again, whining and muttering to herself about how silly it was to want things she couldn't have. At some point though she had become more than a little drunk, the two wine bottles in the floor the cause, and started dialing, knowing Anna wouldn't pick up but listening to her lovely voice on the voicemail. "Hey... Guess you're still with your family, but... But I miss you and wanted to say I'm horny and can't wait to see you again, and I hope dinner went well... Oh and I'm sorry for the bite mark and horribly mismatched scarf... And I miss you... Oh wait, shit, I said that before... Uh, anyways, bonne nuit Anna...." Her voice was heavy and drunkenness obvious, especially since the phone captured her crawling in to bed without turning it off, the voicemail cutting it short but a soft sigh as she laid her head against the pillow and curled up could clearly be heard.
 
“Punishment?” Jessie gasped out the word after that fierce kissed had left her breathless. She didn’t get punished…the Alpha was also a Domme after all, she may get consequences sometimes, but she never received punishment. Hands and knees? Tied to the bed? The Alpha gulped down her immediate protest that threatened to spill out. She merely nodded instead…she understood that what she had done had been very, very bad. As much as she hated the thought of being Leslie’s bitch for even a second, if that was what it was going to take to make sure her mate didn’t stay mad, Jessie would do it. The second punishment made her huff softly in disappointment. The few times that Jessie had daydreamed about having a wedding had involved the Alpha in a handsome tux…not some frilly, gauzy, sparkly wedding gown. “I want you in a dress too then…”

“What?! What do you mean ‘less sex’?!” Jessie whimpered pitifully at the thought. The wolf had never kept a lot of lovers…she had always just had one that she would unload her insanely large libido onto. Leslie and her usually had sex every night and it was a wonderful relationship! Though…she supposed…as tired as the human would come home from a long day now, she would be nearly unable to move after sparring sessions were added to her already physical job. “Well…I’m glad about the tattoo at least. As badass as you look with it, I’ve always hated that marking and will be glad to see it gone.”

When they got home, Leslie just about knocked her over in her rush to get inside and to the bedroom. Usually Jessie was sprinting right along with her…but now that she was supposed to be submitting, she dragged her heels. The wolf just dawdled, taking the time to make sure her keys were on the hook, placing her sneakers neatly on the shoe rack… When she ran out of little things to do, it was time to go to the bedroom as her lover so cheerily reminded her. Jessie sighed softly, dark eyes looking nervously at Leslie, wondering just how horribly embarrassing this night could possible be. She had done many, many naughty and taboo things to her mate, and now regretted for showing her sub the wonderful world of bondage. Leslie was a smart woman, there was no doubt in her mind that she had picked up a few tricks from Jessie…plus as a pervert she’d probably found a couple of techniques she’d been dying to try out from a porno.

Reluctantly the wolf began to strip, each bit of fabric that was peeled off revealed more and more delicious, caramel skin. She had never felt so naked before…the fact that Leslie was keeping her clothes on just helped to reinforce the difference in their power dynamic tonight. Jessie tried her best to play along too by striking a submissive pose. She stood there, arms behind her back and head bowed slightly as she waited for Leslie to give her an order. Her discomfort at being the bitch was working against her submission though; she was on edge, tensed up, making her muscles tighten and flex, the power in her body becoming much more well defined even though her pose was seemingly docile. “How would you like me?” Jessie’s tone was polite, respectful, but there was no fucking way that she’d be incorporating titles into any of their dialogue tonight; she wasn’t going to call Leslie ‘Mistress’, there was no fucking way.

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Anna yawned as she slipped into her dorm room as quietly as she could to not disturb her sleeping roommate. In the darkness she searched through her drawers for a comfortable pair of pajamas. Once she had pulled on an old t-shirt and pair of sweatpants she immediately crawled into bed. She’d been at her parents’ for much longer than usual and needed to crash soon so that she could get up early for her morning run. She rolled over and searched for the charge cord for her phone, then went to set her alarm…only to be greeted by a message for a missed call and a voicemail. It was Clara, and while usually Anna ignored voicemails because they were dumb, the wolf eagerly checked her mailbox, hoping that she hadn’t gotten accidentally butt-dialed (having a name starting with an ‘A’ sucked). What she heard made her smile and her heart flutter. Clara had left such a sweet message…well…as long as you left out the ‘I’m horny’ part, and ignored the fact that she sounded drunk. Still, it was the cutest drunk dial ever. Anna’s thumb floated over the redial button as she bit her lower lip, tempted to call back. She’s probably asleep by now… What she wouldn’t give to just go over to Clara’s and curl up in her bed with her drunken French goddess…

She couldn’t let this distract her…it was only a month until Parekura and she wanted to impress Clara, what better way to impress the other Alpha than with a win? Sure it would be in the foot race, but still, a win was a win. For now she just needed to go to bed and focus on her morning training routine…maybe if she had the time then she could go over to Clara’s and see her for a little bit before her first class.
 
A timid Jessie was about the most delicious sight Leslie had ever seen, and all the more so as her fiance actually tried to keep herself in a submissive stance, even going as far as to be polite and soft-spoken. "Oh wow... Submission suits you sooooo much." She purred, pushing at Jessie's buttons a bit as she walked around behind her and squeezed the amazing butt always kept right out of reach. She didn't plan to push for that, even if she desperately missed anal, but letting the thought enter Jessie's mind was enough. "I wonder if part of you isn't excited about being my bitch for a night..." She spoke teasingly as she let her hands wrap around Jessie from behind, one hand sliding down and dipping to Jessie's sex, stroking her needy clit, while her other hand rose up and pinched a perky nipple. Jessie was gorgeous, her skin and curves pure perfection. She was also a horny beast, every night, and often times multiple instances in a day her lover would take her. Leslie loved it, her own sex drive matched the wolf's, but it was also a weakness for her Mistress, it meant her body responded whether she was in control or not.

"I bet you do." She whispered in Jessie's ear, hot breath breaking against the soft flesh of Jessie's neck as teeth slowly sank down. "I bet I could have you begging for me to let you cum, begging to have me inside of you as you wait on hands and knees... Shaking your ass like a little slut." Oh how little confidence she actually had in her words. Sure Jessie would respond and cum, but never would she beg or act like some whore, her pride was too strong. No, out of the two of them Leslie was the dirty slut, and she loved having Jessie atop her, pinning her down and treating her the way she did. It was specific to Jessie as well, because around other women she was an alpha in her own right, strong, outspoken, confident. Yet with Jessie... With Jessie she was nothing more than a pet, and she reveled in it.

"But, as much as I would love to take you from behind I think I'll make it more difficult for you." She reached down and connected Jessie's hands, taking the cuffs and settling them tightly on her lover, not having any illusions that Jessie couldn't break out if she wanted, but confident her gorgeous mate wouldn't, because really she could probably break out of them if she tried all of those nights. It was a trust situation, and as reluctant as she knew Jessie was, she also believed she would obey. "Mmm, now that's a look I could get use to... Jessie Sandalio... Cuffed and obedient." She smirked as she walked around Jessie, eyes roaming her lover as she moved towards the bed, pulling Jessie along and helping her get in a comfortable position on her back and her side of the bed. "Spread..." She wasn't the same type of Domme Jessie was, her commands and presence was more subtle, but she had a certain demanding tone to her soft voice. Still, in case Jessie was hesitant she gave her a helping hand, spreading her legs nice and wide.

Leslie wasted no time crawling up onto the bed, tempted to let Jessie lick her while she licked the wolf, but keeping hold of her goal and letting her tongue quickly meet with Jessie's sex. She wasn't going slow but instead full speed, lick after skilled lick, nose rubbing Jessie's clit as her tongue delved deep inside the hot dripping folds. She went on, right up to the point where Jessie was starting to let her voice out... And then stopped, sitting up and smiling down at Jessie, a wicked smile that matched her message. "I'm actually pretty tired, I think I'll just make you sleep cuffed tonight." She moved to her side of the bed and rolled Jessie over a bit to take the position of big spoon, licking Jessie's earlobe and letting out a tired sigh, "And you know, the Mistress gets to be the big spoon." She nuzzled the back of Jessie's neck as she got comfortable, pulling the covers over them and giggling a bit, "Oh, and Jessie... I've never been happier... Good night my fiance."
 
Jessie chewed on her tongue, trying hard to keep herself from biting Leslie’s head off as the human started to push her buttons. Her mission was difficult, especially considering that the pair of them had been together long enough for Leslie to learn every damn thing that made Jessie uncomfortable. The Alpha didn’t like to be put into a submissive position, she cringed every time that Leslie’s fingers got too close to her most private spot, and having her mate insinuate that she actually secretly –liked- all of this shit was almost enough to make the werewolf snap. I was a jackass…I deserve this… Do it for Leslie…

A low, feral growl rumbled in the wolf’s throat, eyes flashing gold as leather cuffs tightened around her wrists. Werewolves that were kept prisoners by either their own kind or by hunters were cuffed with heavy metal shackles and metal collars, material that was impossible to break out of, even if they shifted forms. Any wolf that enjoyed being bound had an incredible amount of trust in their partner. Jessie trusted Leslie completely…the problem was that her inner wolf didn’t trust these scraps of metal and leather. Her extreme hatred for the cuffs was just silly too; leather was something that she could easily break out of, and the light metal chains weren’t going to stop her for a moment if she wished to really escape. I was a jackass…I deserve this… Do it for Leslie… Guh…why did her mate have to be such a smug, insufferable jackass when she was topping?

When Leslie finally stopped running her mouth long enough to give Jessie something that resembled an order, the wolf had found herself reclining back on the bed, spreading her legs for an impatient pseudo-Mistress. Jessie watched her mate curiously, wondering if Leslie had forgotten her role and was now just going to drop the reuse and service her… Or maybe this was a trick…. Maybe if she started moaning while that talented tongue worked her over, then it would serve as an affirmation of Leslie’s previous accusation that the wolf secretly liked this. Believing the latter, Jessie sucked in a breath, steeling herself for the worst. Not gonna moan…not gonna moan… “Ohhhhhhhh god fuck!” The Alpha moaned as Leslie’s tongue hit an especially sweet part. Her hips bucked forward, body craving more, arms starting to struggle against her cuffs because she wanted to grab proper hold of Leslie’s head and keep her exactly where that sweet spot was…

And then Leslie had the nerve to stop.

Jessie’s dark eyes were wide in disbelief. How could Leslie just stop?! The Alpha was swollen, dripping, and so very close to an orgasm. Breathing heavily, she tried to gather some of her self control. I’m not going to fucking beg! If she wants to be a bitch and not let me cum then fine! Fuck it! I don’t need to cum! After her little inner peptalk, Jessie started to feel better, well enough to start to roll over so that she could be the big spoon…only to get sent back the other way. “Grrr…” Jessie growled in frustration, but didn’t fight Leslie any further. “G’night…” The Alpha grumbled, though her tone did soften when she added “I love you,” right before Leslie fell asleep. Jessie, took much longer to go to bed, after all how the fuck was she supposed to sleep like this?! The Alpha wasn’t really little spoon material and everything felt all wrong. So while Leslie drifted off to sleep without a care in the world, Jessie began to plot her revenge.

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“Wake up, slut!” Jessie snarled as she slapped Leslie straight across the face to draw her out of her deep sleep. The dim light of dawn was filtering in through the bedroom window, back lighting Jessie, making the werewolf look even more intimidating than she usually did when she was pissed off. Before her mate could even get a ‘What the fuck?!’ out of her mouth, Jessie was jamming a red rubber ball gag into it. “There we go…a nice muzzle for my naughty little bitch.” The brunette’s smirked as her well-practiced fingers quickly found the buckle of the gag and tightened it. As the bodyguard began to struggle, she would find that Jessie had managed to bind her arms behind her back without waking her up this morning. The Alpha had humored Leslie all through the night, staying bound and being a good little spoon until the first crack of daylight came in through the window, but once that light shown through and signaled a new day, Jessie was done with all this submissive bullshit.

“Now what did you say last night…?” The cop asked as she grabbed Leslie by the biceps and used that as a handhold to flip her onto her stomach. Then the Alpha scooted down the bed so that she could get into position behind her pet as she lifted the bodyguard’s rear end up into the air and forced her lower half onto her knees. “There we go…face down, ass up. Weren’t you saying something about me begging and shaking my ass like a slut for you last night?” The wolf growled, her hand coming down to clap firmly against Leslie’s left buttcheek. “How the tables have turned, pet.” WHACK! Jessie slapped her pet’s other cheek, just for the sake of symmetry. Then she roughly spread the two glowing red mounds to expose Leslie’s most taboo hole to the cool air of the room. “You think it’s funny to tease?” Jessie’s voice still contained that hard edge, even as she lowered her face and let her tongue delicately dance over the burning flesh of Leslie’s rear.

Oh, Jessie could hold a grudge like no other. But topping was a good way for her to vent all that frustration she felt so that she could continue to have a nice, healthy, functioning relationship. Once the scene was over and done with, so were any feelings of irritation that she may have been harboring; and right now, she was harboring a fucking shit ton of aggravation after having had to play the submissive. She whacked Leslie’s rear one more time and then got to her knees behind the bodyguard. Jessie was already strapped and ready to go. “I believe you owe me something…” Jessie didn’t give Leslie any time to warm up, didn’t give her any warning, just lined up the head of her cock and then slammed her hips forward, burying the entire length of her toy deep inside of Leslie with one fluid motion. The Alpha’s nails dug into her pet’s hips, hands holding her still so that she could keep up her breakneck speed. Jessie’s hips and abs burned from the expenditure of power as she took what she needed, mercilessly fucking her naughty little pet. Usually the Alpha would hold on to her orgasm and wait whenever she was close, let them cum together. But this morning she just let the pleasure wash over her as she brutally used her pet’s tight little pussy to get off.
 
Leslie loved the rough treatment during sex, from slapping to spanking and everything in between. Yet when being awoken from sleep it wasn't as arousing or charming as she usually found it and inspired some degree of fury from the still sleepy hunter. "Jessie wh---" She quickly found her mouth filled with the circular pain in her ass. Now she loved being ball-gagged, and had expected some revenge after last night, but it was simply not the scenario in which she was going to be instantly ready for it, not when she had barely slept and was only a morning person when her face wasn't hit to wake her up, which while not a terribly strict criteria for being a happy camper was a strict one. Perhaps even more surprising was the fact that she was already bound, and she had to actively stop herself from breaking out of the bonds, which, as pissed as she was, could be seen as her sign of submission. Sure it was all ridiculous and infuriating, but her and Jessie's relationship worked because they were both aggressive sexual deviants, anger wasn't going to stop her from having some fun.

Besides, if she could sleep through being bound she deserved it, it was an embarrassment considering her job and training, though really her comfort with Jessie was only proven by the ability to sleep through her lover doing such a thing. So as she was flipped and spanked she started to calm herself, even managing a slutty little purr as her ass received the strong smacks from her fiance. She would never get tired of thinking about Jessie being her fiance, well at least not until it changed over to wife. Oh and what came next, it was better than everything else, her back hole feeling the cool air and Leslie nodding her head furiously as to whether or not she found teasing funny, practically begging to have Jessie do anything with her butt. It was hard to get the wolf to consider anal in any fashion, and Leslie missed it. If she ever had a chance to ask for something sexual it was for the butt, and she still held fast to the belief she would get Jessie to love it too.

A long lustful moan was drawn from muffled lips, throat vibrating as she did her best to voice her approval, eyes looking back at Jessie with pure desire as silken tongue graced her throbbing cheeks. Another moan came when her lover quickly impaled her, wasting no time to furiously shove deep inside, strength and speed beginning at full throttle as Jessie dug her nails in to find a good grip. Even through the gag Leslie was loud, not holding anything back as she pushed her hips back against Jessie, matching each quick thrust with a movement of her own, the slapping of Jessie's hips to her ass evidence for how hard the collision was. However Jessie in her current mood was not a gracious lover, Leslie had learned that, and while she fucking loved it when her mate became so feral, she also had to hope Jessie would let her cum, especially considering she didn't hold back and let herself climax quickly, which often was enough for Jessie to be done if she didn't want Leslie to do so as well.

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Clara was roused from sleep by an alarm she had completely forgotten about, and the despair as she realized she had to get up made her groan in agony, slamming her hand down on the old fashioned alarm clock on the night stand. She had a nice phone, it had an alarm, but she never trusted a phone alarm to wake her up, not entirely. As she rolled over in bed she let out a sad whine, her head pounding after the shrill sound that woke her, and her sensitive ears making it all the worse. Still, as tired as she was, the pounding headache made a good case for getting out of bed and finding an entire bottle of Advil to down. So, with reluctance to even move she slid out of bed and stumbled over to the closet, pulling out a gigantic shirt to cover her nude body, and it was certainly a large shirt, enough for her to fit her legs inside if she pulled them to her chest, even at her height. "Merde!" She always digressed to French when angry or surprised, and in this case decided to speak her native tongue as opposed to the English, shit. The reason was a slight memory of calling Anna and not remembering a damn thing she had said to her over the phone, or even whether the woman had answered.

"Ugh..." She groaned again as she grabbed the Advil, trudging to the kitchen sink and filling a cupped hand with water to help her swallow a few of the pills before haphazardly making her way over to the couch in the center of her living room. Clara lived in quite the nice apartment, but not because she was rich or belonged to a powerful family, which were both rather unmentionables when it came to her, Clara preferring for people not to know either of those things, but because of the kitchen and bathroom. She didn't care about the giant bedroom or lovely living room, but having a kitchen to cook in and a huge walk-in shower were both very important to her. Really Clara hated eating out, and unless a date wanted to go out she would cook, and she really knew how to cook. The shower... Well as much as it was for her own pleasure of having a really nice place to bathe, it was also amazing for sex, and among her top five places to fuck, a shower was number 3. In fact, she actually had a list somewhere, with the number 1 and number two spots taken by an unlocked room in a public place and against a window during the day. She always did have a bit of an exhibitionism streak... Though really lately all spots had been taken by 'anywhere with Anna'.

It was so sappy it almost made her gag, that being the way she felt almost regrettable, not because she didn't want to have those feelings crop up about Anna, but because it made her feel so boring. How sitting at home watching a movie with Anna sounded better than fucking any other woman in a bathroom stall. It was amazing, even if terrifying to think about starting to have such feelings for another person, but it was all the more terrifying considering her doubts that Anna felt the same. As she plopped down on the couch and started at the files that demanded her attention she couldn't help but sigh, just wishing she had a hint of what the deal between her and Anna really was. If it remained sex friends or whatever she wouldn't complain, but it was going to be very difficult to watch her with other people, especially considering it seemed suitors were flocking to her. "Worst thought track when hungover ever..." She didn't want to process it, and as she slid on glasses to assist her in reading the paper files, another old fashioned thing she preferred over electronic files, she couldn't help but wonder if she was really okay with playing it safe and not saying something to Anna... She really could be a coward... And a klutz.
 
After her first orgasm, Jessie pulled out of Leslie’s clutching pussy and grabbed a fistful of her lover’s hair. “Come on, up.” She used those lovely locks to pull the human off the bed and up onto her knees. Her breasts pressed into Leslie’s back as her arm wrapped around the human’s chest to keep her from falling forward. Jessie’s free hand went between her naughty pet’s legs, fingers immediately finding the swollen, straining bud of her clit that was in desperate need of attention. “Bad pets don’t get to cum around my cock.” The Alpha’s fingers began rubbing the sensitive nub of Leslie’s sex in quick, harsh circles. “But I’ll be nice, and let my naughty whore have at least one orgasm this morning. So go on pet, if you want to cum you better hurry the fuck up and cum in my hand.” Jessie kept up the rough pace, even as Leslie began to cum, her hand stilled moved as a blur. She only stopped when she began to hear whimpers and felt Leslie’s body begin to tremble. Rather than let the human rest and end the scene, Jessie threw her forward, face back down in the pillow and ass still up in the air.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jessie growled as she spread those luscious globes as best she could with one hand and fisted her shaft with the other. She guided the dildo forward, running the soaking wet tip of the toy against Leslie’s puckered hole, painting the tight ring of muscle with clear wetness. She pressed forward, teasing her with the thought of a little penetration…but didn’t push nearly hard enough to work her cock inside. Jessie knew better, knew that it had been awhile since they had done a little anal play and that Leslie had probably grown too tight to take the big dildo. Her goal was only to tease, to offer a reward that Leslie only ever received when she was really good…or when Jessie was really drunk… “You’re not going to get any fucking anal if you fuck with me.” Jessie barked and then slid her cock down to thrust it firmly back into Leslie’s hot silk.

Jessie rained a hailstorm of spankings down on Leslie’s ass as she plowed into her pussy, trying to keep the level of pain high because she thought her kinky mate would have trouble refraining from cumming if she didn’t. By the time that the Alpha was finished punishing and fucking her, she was panting and sweating, actually really tired and drained for once. The wolf felt a sense of calm wash over her as she stared down at Leslie’s dripping, well fucked sex and her glowing red rear end. There was just something missing… The wolf leaned forward, teeth connecting with skin and sinking into the hypersensitive flesh of Leslie’s ass. She was careful, so very careful to not break the skin and draw blood, but she was still quite rough, wanting to make sure that she left a nice purple mark on her property.

Jessie undid the bindings of Leslie’s wrists and the ballgag around her head. After a particularly intense scene, the wolf was always quick to check on her mate and make sure that she was okay. The cop laid down next to Leslie, the harness still on and the messy toy pressing into her lover’s side as she snuggled up with her and began to pepper her fiance’s back and shoulders with kisses. “I love you… You okay?”

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Vrrrt. Vrrrt. Vrrrrrrrrrt. Anna yawned, waking to the feeling of her phone vibrating from under her pillow. She tapped the snooze button and then rolled over, just laying in bed for a little bit and letting the last tendrils of sleep fall from her mind. Her roommate was still sound asleep, she could hear the human’s slow, deep breaths. Thankful that Erin could sleep through an earthquake; Anna managed to change, find her headphones, and chug a bottle of water from the minifridge without waking the human. She slid her running shoes on and then headed out the door. Anna headed for her usual running route which was the dirt trail that circuited around the large campus. Once she got to the head of the trail she took off her sneakers and hid them in a bush so that she could run barefoot, preparing herself for the foot race in New Zealand.

After her run, a shower, and staring at her closet for forever, wondering what the hell she was going to wear (usually she just wore anything, but whenever she planned on seeing Clara she cared a little bit more what she looked like), she was ready for the day. She had a couple of hours before her first class, which was just enough time for her to grab some food from the dining hallf and then drive over to Clara’s apartment. Anna knocked on the door, hands fiddling nervously with the bag of food in her hands. It’s really early… Maybe I should have called first… Feeling dumb and turning to leave, she stopped in her tracks as she heard footsteps from inside coming her way. The sight that greeted her made her smile: Clara was in a giant t-shirt and looking a bit disheveled from her night of drinking.

“Awww…is my little French puppy hung over?” Anna grinned as she teased…and then promptly began to blush when she had realized that the word ‘my’ had been included in that sentence. She quickly invited herself inside, letting the smell of food waft past Clara in order to distract her from the slightly possessive statement. She’d been inside the other Alpha’s apartment a couple of times and had enjoyed it, especially when using of the very large shower. Anna never questioned the grandeur of Clara’s apartment; after all, a lot of Alphas, especially the ones from Europe, came from old bloodlines with money. Anna’s own parents were loaded…but they didn’t give all that much to their children, wanting the lot of them to understand the value of a dollar and the beauty of the simple life.

“Brought you the breakfast of drinking champions: cysteine, potassium and fructose!” Anna was a bit of a science dork. She was only19 and hadn’t made up her mind yet whether she wanted to go into the biotech program and maybe work for Lykos Industries or stay on a pre-med track and head off to medical school later. She was just a sophomore, she could hold off on her decision til the end of the year. For now she was just going to have some nerdy science fun and offer Clara some eggs, banana pancakes, and a nice bottle fruit juice. All of those foods should help make the hangover stop.

After she had set down the bag of food onto the dinner table, Anna finally did what she hadn’t gotten a chance to do since she had got in. She stepped over to Clara, arms wrapping around her neck so that she could draw the taller wolf down for a slow, tender, good morning kiss.
 
Having to cum from Jessie's fingers and not her cock was quite disappointing, there was no comparison as to which one brought more intense pleasure, but to be able to cum at all was a relief, and one she wasn't going to scoff at. In fact, even if she wanted to protest the hunter wouldn't have been able to, her fiance was much too skilled and rough for Leslie to resist. So, in a manner true to her submissive nature she climaxed, body shaking and trembling in Jessie's arms as her pleasure reached its peak, and fuck she had needed it. Still, Jessie wasn't done by a long shot, and the bodyguard soon found herself raising her ass once more, instinct overtaking logic as her body reacted automatically to her mate, offering itself to her without question. Even her voice soon squeaked out, a meek "Yes Mistress..." As her weakness for anal brought a swift moan from her lips. She couldn't help it, exhausted or not she would have begged and pleaded for anal, and perhaps more so if she ever had the chance to play with Jessie's incredible backside... Though the wolf kept the masterpiece to herself.

Leslie was not going to get what she wanted though, that wasn't the way an angry punishment from Jessie worked, the alpha being a true Domme in the sense that her mind did not sway or her will break... When she said punishment it was never transitioned into playful pleasure. So as the spankings and fucking came she wasn't surprised, nor did she try to hide how much she loved being hit and ravaged. Punishment was punishment though, and Jessie kept it just painful enough, just precise enough, to keep her from cumming again, and by the end she was a whimpering needy puddle of arousal. It was why their relationship worked really, they were both always horny, and as painful as it could be, and as rough as Jessie could be, Leslie loved it. The hunter had learned early on in their relationship, that she was something of a masochist, and each spank and bite simply inflamed her desires.

"No! I'm not fine..." She whined, an edge to her voice as she turned herself around in Jessie's arms and pushed her face into the heavenly bosom before her. "How could I be fine when it ended so soon... I wanted more..." She really was such a slut, the spankings and ruthless pounding hadn't been enough, and as she bit down on Jessie's nipple she began to pout, looking up after a moment to kiss Jessie on the lips. "I love you... My fiance." She smiled, nuzzling under Jessie's chin to let her feel like the tall one for once, curling up a bit. "I think maybe I should have been more harsh last night though, I may have let a golden opportunity go to have you beg me... Guh, it would have been fucking adorable." She giggled and cuddled up to her mate, closing her eyes and sighing softly, not sure whether to go back to sleep or actually get up and start her training. She didn't have that much time to waste... But sleep...

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As tired and hungover as Clara was nothing could have kept her from perking up upon seeing Anna at her door. Generally, Anna didn't just stop by, not that Clara had ever told her not to but she could imagine why... It's not like she didn't know Anna was a wolf and could smell the various women that had clung to her at one point. She had stopped that though, even if not on a conscious level, and it was the best surprise to see the beautiful wolf at her door. Perhaps more intriguing was the word 'my' which Clara didn't miss at all. She smiled at the notion and couldn't help but think it would be nice if she was Anna's. Not that their relationship leaned towards her being on bottom, Anna was the sub, but the idea of being claimed by her little pet was quite lovely in her mind.

"She is." Clara invited Anna in and just followed her with soft eyes, only being distracted by the powerful fragrance of breakfast Anna brought with her, Clara lighting up once again, even if she would have preferred to make a meal for the two of them. "It's so adorable how big a dork you are, I love it." Clara was technically a nerd herself, she was undertaking a dual major of international business and computer engineering, but for her it was a lot more difficult to tell just how brainy she was. She really loved that side of Anna though, wanting to eat her up every time she got silly and showed off the big brain that was so very sexy. She was in the middle of sniffing her cysteine, potassium, and fructose when Anna bounded over and embraced her, the surprised alpha soon returning the kiss with more passion, turning the slow, tender kiss, into something more steamy by its finish.

"I want you for breakfast." She kissed Anna again but didn't actually strip her or push her back against the table, but instead pulled away with a sigh. "Alas, I guess I'll have to do with the delicious breakfast, it's still hot after all." She walked over to the table in front of her couch to put a few files away, placing little tabs on certain pages and simply closing those she no longer needed. It was pretty complicated work files, and while she didn't much mind Anna looking at them, part of her didn't want Anna to find out who she really was quite yet. So after that was done she wandered back to the dining table and plopped down, digging out her food and patting her lap. "Sit?" She giggled but was by no means joking, glimmer of playfulness in her eyes practically begging Anna to indulge her. Of course... She wasn't entirely sure how long she would have Anna for, nor what she had said over the phone the night before, but she preferred to jump in and enjoy whatever duration she had with the precious woman.
 
“You –always- want more.” Jessie chuckled. Some nights they would just fuck until one of them, usually Leslie, would pass out. But Jessie couldn’t indulge her mate in such activities this morning, especially because she had to get ready for work. “Ack! Hey!” The cop yelped as her nipple was chomped on. She leaned down, giving a playful growl as she nipped at the arch of Leslie’s ear in retaliation. “Naughty thing…” The wolf muttered but accepted the kiss. She couldn’t stay mad, not for long anyways whenever Leslie was so cute. Soon enough she was smiling and hugging her mate as the taller woman humored her Napoleon complex and nuzzled under her chin. “Hrrrmph…keep dreaming. I don’t beg.” Jessie glanced over to the alarm clock on the night stand. She still had a few minutes before she needed to get into the shower and make breakfast, so she stroked Leslie’s back soothingly, willing the human to go back to sleep. She knew that she must have worn her fiancé out, at least a little bit.

“You know…” Jessie murmured then paused for a moment. She was debating if she really wanted to finish her sentence and open this door…ugh…she guessed she might as well. Leslie indulged her in so many things after all, she should probably return the favor. “Since we’re engaged and you volunteered to be stuck with me forever… Maybe I’ll let you play with my ass…” The cop leaned down and kissed Leslie’s forehead before starting to pull away. “But we can discuss it more in depth later… I have to get ready for work. Why don’t you nap and I’ll wake you up before I leave?” Jessie kissed her lover one more time before moving away entirely, immediately missing Leslie’s body pressed against her as soon as she was gone. She headed off towards the bathroom and hopped into the shower, got dressed and then made breakfast for two. Before she left, she woke up Leslie, directed her to go to the kitchen for some still warm breakfast, then kissed her goodbye and headed out for the day.

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“Mmm…” Anna purred, looking all dreamy eyed as Clara pulled away from the kiss. She was already a little flushed, but blushed even brighter as the other wolf declared that she’d love to have her for breakfast instead. “Heh, me? Well I’m not particularly nutritious…” Dork. Real smooth, Anna. Thankfully Clara found that part of her endearing. As Clara headed towards the living room, Anna stayed in the kitchen to get things ready. The brunette glanced over to see Clara putting some work away. Figuring that it was all for some computer engineering class, the Alpha decided to grab some forks and glasses full of water so that they could dig in as soon as the blonde was all set.

“Sit?” Anna repeated, eying Clara skeptically after the order to. It was clear that the gears in the brunette’s head were turning, trying to figure out just how the logistics of breakfast were supposed to work if she were sitting in her crush’s lap. Her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to obey, moving to sit down in her lap, wriggling around a little bit in order to get comfortable.
 
To be fair Leslie did always want more, which was part of the reason Jessie loved her and they both knew it. For them it had been an interesting relationship, and sex had been a big part of what brought them together, and what kept them going strong. "You know if I sincerely asked you would beg... Because you loooove me." She giggled as she decided to let herself drift back to sleep, Jessie's stroking the final push to ignore her responsibility and get some more rest, and there was no better place to fall asleep than Jessie's chest. That plan was almost ruined with mention of anal though, as like a dog being given a bone her ears perked up and she looked to Jessie practically drooling. "Really?" She ignored mention of sleep completely as she watched Jessie begin moving away, smacking her lover's butt as she did and giving a little, "That's mine!", the enthusiasm dripping from her voice. It was like a miracle, and while it was quite the commitment to attain the play she desired, she saw it as just another benefit of finding the perfect woman and pledging herself eternally to her.

"I'm going to hold you to it Jessie, and you're going to love it." She sung the words as her head hit the soft pillow once more, knowing what her dreams were going to be about before she ever drifted off. It wasn't a long sleep, and her dream ended right at the good bit, but when Jessie woke her up the hunter slid out of bed and captured her lover's lips once more before allowing her to leave, nipping her neck and fighting the temptation to strip her bare and take her butt right there. Instead she wished her a good day and reluctantly let her leave, going to eat and downing a bit more food than she normally would. Leslie ate a lot for a human, it was the hunter part of her that demanded the food, but with actual training in mind she was going to need more food than ever. So she devoured as much food as possible and went to retrieve her sword, knowing the perfect place to go to practice and do some cardio as well. Luckily for Leslie her strength all came from the hunter powers she had molded over her life, the same with her speed and reaction time. Now part of it was experience, and some of it was natural talent for combat, but for the most part she didn't need to do heavy weight training or cardio, though she did anyways. The idea of getting in shape was pretty exciting as well, because while she was still in decent condition, by the time the competition came around she planned to have her muscle tone and form back at its peak, and Jessie had never seen her like that. It was going to be fun to tease her mate with the improved physique... Really fun.

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Clara nodded to affirm what she had asked Anna to do and could only watch happily as the other wolf tried to figure out how that was going to work. As she sat down Clara soon found herself groaning gently, a little growl escaping her throat as Anna wriggled around and made it very difficult not to gobble her up. "Guh, you like driving me mad don't you..." She whispered, licking up Anna's neck to her ear and taking a tiny moment to nibble and nuzzle the delicate flesh. "God you're beautiful." She spoke as teeth returned to the bite mark from the day before reinforcing it by putting pressure down into the mold and ensuring it would be going away anytime soon. "Fuck, okay, yes... Breakfast." She had to control herself, even if doing so was nearly impossible. Somehow, as innocent as Anna was, she was also one of the most arousing and playful women Clara had ever met, as if she was just a natural tease and could seduce without putting in any effort. It wasn't that strange, Anna was beautiful and brilliant, and the dorky side of her was absolutely wonderful.

"I hope you realize the self-control I'm displaying." She reached forward and grabbed some of the food, sticking a form in it and quite swiftly bringing it to her lips and taking a bite, a soft purr of delight coming forth as she went and got another bite but lifted it up to Anna's lips instead. Sure it took a bit of time, but with their height difference it wasn't difficult, and Clara very much enjoyed the sensation of having the beautiful woman in her lap. She continued in this way, almost more interested in watching Anna take her little bites than she was in eating, and by the end of the meal was more turned on than ever, placing the fork down and resting her head on Anna's shoulder. How much she wanted to say only to choke back the words, nervousness about whether or not they were just a fun fling causing hesitation, because as big and tough as Clara liked to act she wasn't so good with rejection... Or at least didn't think she would be, it was difficult to know considering she had never put herself out there to be rejected, even if she had been the one to reject someone many a times. "Hey, I don't really remember what I said last night... I didn't make a fool of myself when I called did I?" As she asked the question her arms wrapped around Anna's stomach, rubbing her midsection gently as she kissed the wolf's shoulder and neck.
 
“No, I just like being comfortable.” Anna’s voice was innocent, though her body did heat up naughtily at the growl that all her wriggling had earned. She had fooled around with a couple of wolves in the past, but none had ever turned her on with so little effort as Clara did. “If I’m beautiful then you’re a goddess.” Anna blushed at the compliment. knew that she was pretty, but wouldn’t stretch it to call herself beautiful. Clara, however, was stunning and waaayyyyy out of her league. Perhaps the French Alpha didn’t look like much right now, hair a mess and her glasses on, but Anna actually liked that side of her, maybe even a little more than when Clara was actually all put together and drop dead gorgeous. Her relaxed appearance was…comforting, almost. When Clara was more natural, Anna felt really relaxed around her. When she was all dolled up, like at the night of the ball, the young Latina found herself tongue tied and shy, too afraid of making a fool of herself to enjoy the Alpha’s presence. It was silly…somewhere in her mind she knew that Clara was just Clara, no matter what she looked like; unfortunately it was the illogical part of her brain running the show whenever the beautiful blonde was looking so refined.

“Self-control? You? I didn’t know you were capable of such a thing.” Anna giggled. Usually Clara just did and took what she wanted…which admittedly Anna thought was very sexy, especially when the thing that Clara was taking was her. “I’m trusting you not to ruin my shirt…” Anna warned before leaning forward to take the bite that was offered from her. Part of her thought that the Alpha would drop some food if only to have the excuse that Anna should eat topless. But Clara continued to impress her with her grace and poise as she fed the both of them without losing any food to gravity. Anna would have botched the whole thing up by now… But with Clara feeding the two of them, it actually turned out to be surprisingly erotic, though that might have just been due to the position they were in. Anna was all to aware of the tantalizing breasts that were pressing against her back, and the heat of Clara’s core that was warming up her rear end.

Once breakfast was over, Anna let out a soft, content sigh as she leaned back into Clara to relax. She tilted her head to the side at the first feeling of soft lips pressing against the delicate flesh of her neck, groaning softly as Clara managed to hit an especially sensitive spot right under her ear. “Mmm… Oh you know, the usual, just you leaving dirty voicemails on my phone.” Anna giggled, reminding Clara of the time that she had managed to accidentally butt dial Anna while masturbating and the wolf had been treated to the sounds of a beautiful French accent wrapped around sweet moans. She still had that voicemail saved…sometimes, when her roommate was out, she would listen to it and get a little personal play time in.

“You just called to tell me that you were horny…and to apologize for leaving the bite mark on my neck. Though, you know, when you’re sorry for something you usually don’t to it again.” Anna pointed to the new, darker bite mark on her neck. She decided to leave out the part where Clara had said that she missed her, even though that was the brunette’s favorite part. If Clara didn’t remember saying it, Anna didn’t want to embarrass her by reminding her of it, or worse, have the Alpha take back what she had said.

“Soooooo um…still horny?” Anna asked shyly as she ground her rear purposefully into Clara’s lap. “I have an hour and a half before I have to leave for class…”
 
When eating breakfast became sexy it was difficult to imagine finding a better person to spend time with, and with every experience she shared with Anna, Clara become more and more convinced she had found someone truly special. Luckily enough Anna was single, an intelligent dork, and utterly irresistible. It also helped that she was a Latina bombshell, each inch of soft flesh calling to the French alpha. "Well... I can be sorry for doing it and still want to do it... Like sorry for almost giving you away, but not sorry because I like having your neck marked by my teeth." She was all but saying 'not sorry for showing you're mine' but she didn't want to be presumptuous. So instead she simply nuzzled and licked several more times as her hands sunk down lower and she began rubbing Anna's inner thigh, just the thought of being buried between those long legs making her shiver.

Her and Anna had played around a lot in their time together, oral and curious fingers, a lot of making out, and Clara couldn't get enough of Anna's perky little breasts, but she had never felt the right moment to take it that last step. Clara was usually pretty intuitive about such things, and it never seemed like Anna was ready to go further with her, which was part of her charm honestly. For Clara most women who approached her or responded to her brand of charm opened their legs pretty quickly, they would make it clear they wanted the sexual end of it and nothing more... Anna had been much different. She had been cute, charming, and had helped her a lot with her studying when they first met, mainly because as smart as Clara was she had never paid much attention to chemistry and the like, and when the tutor was so beautiful it was hard not to choose that route. She had tried to charm her from the start, and it had gone badly, even getting a tiny but of a scolding from the studious wolf. It wasn't until later, at the point that Clara was just happy sitting on the couch talking to Anna, that things had progressed. Anna was the longest relationship she had in a long time, even if they were basically sitting at sex friend status, though without true sex thus far. She wasn't sure she could hold back those desires much longer, and while she had no plans to force Anna she was ready to suggest it... Even if not so subtly.

"You know I'm still horny... I'm never not, and even if I wasn't a few minutes with you always gets me going." She bit down on Anna's neck again, this time not to leave a mark but just enough to tell her not to move, a growl reinforcing her desire for Anna not to move as a hand did everything it had to in order to slip beneath her clothing and find her sex. She started stroking the wolf and finally moved her teeth away, another low rumbling growl coming forth and she leaned in and nipped Anna's earlobe, following it up by licking the flesh right below, a spot she had taken note of earlier. "I want you to go to the bedroom and strip down to nothing and wait for me..." She continued rubbing Anna for a moment, fingers gliding over her most private area, teasing her with each movement. Then she stopped, dragging her finger back up and moving it to her lips, licking and sucking the juice off before releasing Anna, "I'll be in shortly, just wait for me like a good girl."
 
“Mmmm…is that so?” Anna couldn’t help but puff up a little with pride at Clara’s words. She was woefully inexperienced, so knowing that her partner found her so incredibly arousing that only a few minutes together turned her on really helped boost Anna’s sexual confidence. The longer they stayed in this position, the more Anna began to realize how vulnerable she was in it. Everything was open to Clara’s wicked fingers, and with her facing forward it made it impossible to turn back and retaliate for all the teasing nibbles and kisses that were given to her sensitive ears and neck. Powerless to stop Clara’s assault (well she probably could’ve squeezed her thighs together to stop her if her brain weren’t swimming in a sea of arousal), the young wolf let her long legs part, her back starting to arch into the attention…until she heard that growl and felt sharp teeth against her earlobe.

Anna’s body stiffened as she fought to control her form from doing what was just instinctual: seek more stimulation. The muscles in her hips and rear screamed to be allowed to move, to just roll forward and grind into the fingers that were so light in their teasing that it was driving her crazy. Within seconds the little bud of her clit was swollen and aching, her clothes feeling as though they were suddenly too constricting and her body feeling too hot. “Nnngfff.” Anna bit her lower lip as she whimpered, beating back a much louder moan in the process. It was embarrassing how soaking wet she got so quickly. Part of it was just because Clara was so skilled, but most of it stemmed from the fact that Anna hadn’t really had sex a lot…or ever had sex…depending on what one’s definition of ‘sex’ was. Her body was just so sensitive from lack of stimulation. Oh the wolf masturbated plenty, she had feral needs, just like any animal, but it was waayyy different when someone else was doing the touching.

In the beginning of their relationship, they had battled a bit for who would be the Alpha in the bedroom. The struggle hadn’t lasted long, it had become very clear very fast that Clara was much more experienced than she was. If the scent of other females that clung to the beautiful French student wasn’t clue enough to her experience, Clara’s skill in everything she did from oral to her fingers let Anna know that she couldn’t hope to compete. So she gracefully yielded to the other wolf…not like she could do much else anyways, the other girl was exceptionally powerful and could probably just do whatever she pleased to Anna if she really wanted to. Thankfully it never came to that, Clara had always been so sweet and not made Anna uncomfortable at all yet. So when she heard the order to go strip down and go to the bedroom to wait, Anna nodded. She turned her head to look at Clara, eyes following the slender fingers that were coated with her arousal. When she saw the tips disappear into that skilled mouth, Anna couldn’t bite back the soft, needy moan from spilling from her lips as she imagined that tongue lapping up her sweet juices straight from the source.

Anna was quick to obey her orders, getting up and managing to hide how weak her knees felt as she sauntered towards the bedroom as nonchalantly as she could. Though once she got out of Clara’s eyesight, Anna practically tore her clothes off in the bedroom due to her eagerness. She crawled onto the bed, wondering just exactly how she was supposed to be waiting for Clara. She reclined back onto the bed…but soon rejected that position because it made her smaller breasts nearly nonexistent. She rolled onto her side, but then was unsure what to do with her long legs. Guh…I’m such a spaz. Anna kicked herself as she flopped around, probably making a bunch of rustling noises and sounding like she was having a seizure.

She took in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly to calm herself down. The suspense was killing her, being forced to wait made her mind wander to a whole host of sexual fantasies, wondering which one of them would be acted out today. At least Clara was a girl and wouldn’t pressure her for anything really serious, not the way guys did. Anna was a little old fashioned in that she wanted to wait until she found her mate before she finally went all the way. She was all in for anything involving fingers and tongues, but penetration was not something that the young wolf subscribed to. Thankfully Clara didn’t have anything to penetrate her with…maybe that was why their relationship was working so well. Anna didn’t feel any pressure, and when she felt no pressure she was more likely to be receptive to advances.
 
Anna's reactions to her desires and movements were spectacular, her moaning almost enough to draw the flash of gold from Clara, which was something she was constantly keeping under control. Clara's wolf was particularly difficult to maintain, her strength in human form being quite low but her wolf... Her wolf was massive and the most powerful in her entire family, which was saying something considering she came from a pure-blood family known for its strength. In fact she was from a family with traditions of keeping their blood pure, of only selecting the most prestigious mates, and a family with a name known around the world. She kept it hidden for that very reason, actively shielding Anna from the knowledge of who she was for fear of scaring her off, not because there were gruesome stories, but because she had met other wolves who would retreat after learning of her namesake, and as special as Anna was it was a terrifying thought. Clara just felt lucky that she had an older sister, and thus received less pressure to take on another wolf of purity, as they called it.

So she kept all of her hidden, from her name to the powerful wolf inside of her, and hoped that when Anna did find out, which wasn't going to be long, that she wouldn't run. She needed to tell her before Parekura. "Oh damn." She muttered, popping up from her seat and realizing she had left Anna in there for more than a moment, though by the sounds of the cute wolf moving about she was far from settled. It gave Clara plenty of time to rush to the closet in the hallway, where she kept all of her sex toys, choosing not to keep them close to the bedroom now that she was dating Anna for fear to using something in the heat of the moment that the inexperienced bunny of hers wasn't comfortable with. It may have seemed like a silly solution to a silly problem but after pulling out handcuffs their first night together and realizing Anna was a bit freaked out, even if she seemed very curious and brought them up several days later, she had opted to avoid such things.

She quickly strapped herself with the smallest size she had, which was still a solid six inches and black, she began heading towards the bedroom, her giant shirt still on and the dildo pushing out against the fabric draped across it. "Oh Anna~ I've got a fun little toy to show you, I think you may really like it." Hopefully. Fuck, she really had no clue if she would, but Clara had wanted to enter her lover for quite some time, and while she would completely understand if Anna wasn't ready yet, she was incredibly horny and wanted to take the chance... Besides, they had been seeing each other for awhile and she really wanted to move forward even if it was a smalls step. So she sauntered into the bedroom, giving as sexy a display as she knew how, which was quite incredible, and moved to to the bed, tearing off her glasses and sitting them on the bedside table. With a grin she slowly lifted her shirt, the bottom of it catching on the dildo and when yanked away revealed Clara's cock, bobbing slightly and she licked her lips and looked down at the amazing woman sprawled on her bed, barely capable of focusing on her own actions with such perfection in front of her. "You look delicious." She cooed, slowly moving onto the bed, curious about just what naughty expression she would see on Anna's flawless features.
 
A toy? Anna perked up, wondering what this toy was. Was it going to be the handcuffs? It freaked her out a little bit that they were made of metal and would be hard to escape from, even for her wolf, but maybe Clara had picked up something less scary, maybe something in leather… Anna knew quite a bit about bondage, she’d seen a lot of porn, read a lot of erotica, and had caught some toys laying around her older sister’s apartment whenever she dropped by unannounced….which she hadn’t done ever since she had caught Leslie in something that looked like a horse’s bridal with a bit in her mouth and her big sister whacking her with a riding crop. There was a big difference between illegally streaming pornos like she was and acting out full-fledged bondage fantasies like her sister. Maybe if her and Clara went slow…worked from little leather cuffs to the metal handcuffs, then on to the… strap on?

Ohmyfuckinggod. Clara was just so feminine and slept only with other women, it had never even crossed her mind that maybe that the other girl would be into wearing a strap on. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes stayed firmly glued to the tent in Clara’s shirt. Alright…maybe I can do this… She really liked Clara. She couldn’t hold onto her virginity forever, right? It was no big deal…she could do this… And then the toy was revealed to her an Anna realized that she really, really couldn’t. The intimidating black made the small dildo much scarier in the way that the color harshly contrasted with Clara’s perfect porcelain skin. It just looked so…unnatural, so lifeless, so impersonal.

Anna was too embarrassed to tell her the truth, she was 19 and still a virgin for fuck’s sake. So the girl made up an excuse, a really shitty one. “I uh…j-just remembered I forgot to do my article review for er, class.” Not a well practiced liar by a long shot, Anna just continued to panic as she slid off the bed, nearly stumbling and falling in her rush to pick up her clothes. The fire that had been burning in her veins was now replaced with an icey, humiliating feeling of terror. “Sorry,Ineedtogo.” She breathed out the words quickly as she rushed to pull on her clothes so that she could leave the apartment. She was in such a hurry to leave that she actually forgot to put her shoes back on, she had been doing so much training for the footrace that it was actually starting to feel natural to go around barefoot everywhere.

It was only when she got into her car did Anna realize how badly she had blew it. “Fuck…she’s never going to want to see me ever again.” The young wolf whined, her head coming to rest heavily on the top of her steering wheel. She couldn’t go back inside…not after that. Maybe later she’d just come back…explain…fuck she didn’t know. Staying in the parking lot wasn’t going to provide any epiphanies either, so the wolf just headed back to the dorms…maybe a walk or something would help clear her head.
 
Clara had confidence that Anna was going to enjoy them finally coming together, and whether her logic was flawed or not she felt as if it would be romantic in a way, for her to be inside of Anna, gently opening her up and bringing forth the sweet moans she so loved. The look on Anna's face as she got a look at the toy was the exact opposite of what the French alpha had expected, and she quickly became nervous as the beautiful, excited creature turned into a much more terrified and nervous looking person. She was so stunned in fact that she could only watch as Anna jumped up and began rooting around for her clothes, barely having time to run over and try and stop her. She wanted to tell Anna it was fine, that they didn't need to use it and they could just cuddle or fool around... That as long as she could spend time with her that it was perfectly fine... She just wanted to be with her. Yet, as soon as she touched Anna she jerked away, and immediately Clara crumbled, whimpering and pulling her hand back as the realization hit her that she had to let Anna leave.

As soon as Anna had fled she plopped back onto the floor, back against the bed and feel pulled up to her chest, ignoring the odd feeling of the attached cock. She had never felt such a heavy sinking feeling, never been so devastated by rejection as she was when it was Anna. "Fuck... I love her..." She muttered, hands going up and tightening around strands of her hair as she tried to calm her beating heart. It wasn't an easy task when everything felt like it was crumbling... Anna... Had Clara fucked it all up? Part of her wanted to run straight to her phone and text or call Anna, but she stopped herself, if Anna had wanted to talk to her at that moment she wouldn't have run off. So she didn't, and eventually got up, undid the harness and let it fall to the floor, and wearily walking back to the couch and opening up files, intent on working and ignoring the feeling of dread currently running its course through her.

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Clara's next few days had been horrible to say the least. She was so embarrassed with herself that she hadn't called Anna or gone to class, not wanting to make Anna feel bad and avoid her or class just to keep away from whatever happened. Instead she had buried herself in work and managed to keep the incident from her mind, until of course she found herself in a jewelry shop purchasing an exquisite necklace with a half moon on it, a gorgeous little diamond in the center. It was burning a hole in her pocket, never leaving it, but she hadn't fought up the courage to find Anna and give it to her, or try to talk to her all. She was being a coward when it came down to it, too scared to talk to her and find out it was over or she had made some grievous offense that would drive Anna from her forever, and she couldn't deal with that... Yet she wasn't sure she could last much longer without her to begin with, her days feeling much longer and less satisfying without the other wolf by her side, which had her cursing and whining daily about how her feelings had managed to sneak up and bite her on the ass.

As hard as she tried to drop off the map and avoid everything, she did have responsibilities, and after catching up on her company work, and spending a few too many hours playing video games on her bed in the dark, she decided she had to do something school related, or risk falling too far behind to recover without more stress than she needed. So, to alleviate her worry, she went to the library, to do the work she needed to and to stay out of her apartment for a bit longer, because another day being cooped up playing games and pitying herself would have been tragic. Not that the stacks offered much comfort, in fact Clara hated the library and its rules and felt uncomfortable and restricted, but it was all about staying out, not actually doing anything she couldn't do at home or having some grand time.
 
Anna felt miserable for the rest of the day; partly because her conscience didn’t allow for lying and partly because she knew that Clara was avoiding her. Usually she got some sort of call or text and figured she would’ve at least gotten a ‘How the hell did you manage to leave without taking your shoes?’ message, but one never came for the rest of the day. The first day that Clara wasn’t in class, Anna just sorta wrote it off. Maybe she had something to do for another class or just didn’t feel like coming. It was strange but explainable. The second time, after not getting any phone calls, texts, or bumping into the Alpha on campus and then –still- missing the other Alpha in class, Anna felt like it was her fault.

Maybe she’s mad at me… But if Clara was mad at her for bailing on sex, was she really someone that Anna wanted to be associated with? Maybe she’s disappointed… Clara had seemed pretty excited about getting to use the toy. Anna could still remember her grinning like the cat that ate the canary when she she had shown her what she had. Maybe I embarrassed her too. Was that it? Clara had been in a vulnerable position by appearing before her naked and with a new attachment and Anna had just run out, basically saying ‘I don’t like this very personal part of you.’ Guh…that thought just made her feel even shittier. So Anna went to the library, figuring that getting some work done would help put her mind at ease. The young wolf went to the library often, unable to concentrate in her dorm room because her computer and her hallmate’s gaming console were just too distracting. Quite often the boys from next door would invite her and her roommate to come play videogames, but Anna just didn’t feel like playing, not when she felt so miserable anyways.

Anna sighed softly as she wandered through the stacks of books in the library, searching for some books on Art History… General Education requirements were dumb, but she still had to do them. And if she had to take an art history in order to graduate then she was just going to suck it up and do it, even though she hated history. Anna was a bright young girl, but she didn’t have a head for dates, hell, she still couldn’t remember the twins’ birthday, just that it was sometime in Novemeber…and even then she only knew that because both Jessie and Jackson exhibited the traits of a Scorpio. Not that Anna believed in all that astrology junk, but it was a good way for her to almost remember birthdays.

As the wolf rounded a corner, she caught a very familiar scent, one that she had been missing for days. She still had Clara’s scarf and had been sleeping with it under her pillow in order to substitute for the company of the real thing, but the fabric was losing it’s alluring scent with each passing day. After hesitating for a moment, debating whether or not to just leave Clara alone or not, she decided that she missed the other girl too much to let this opportunity pass her by. Plus she wasn’t going to get any work done if she spent all day wondering ‘what if’.

“Uh…hi…” Anna forced a nervous smile as her heartbeat became more and more thready upon seeing the other Alpha. She took a step closer, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around Clara and kiss her, not knowing if such an advance would be welcome or not, especially after how she had acted before. “I’m sorry about the other day, I didn’t mean to just leave. Well…I did…but, not really.” The young Latina’s brain was fast, with a zillion thoughts floating about that she wanted to express all at once. It made her ramble on a bit sometimes, like right now, as she struggled to pick which idea was the most important and which one she wanted to say aloud first. “I like you Clara, I like you a lot. And if you don’t really feel the same way, that’s fine, I don’t want you to feel pressured into feeling something you don’t. But I guess… If you want to keep our relationship where it’s at, then you should know, the other night, when you came out wearing your uh…well…you know…” They were alone, whispering, but that didn’t stop Anna from feeling like every person on the entire planet could hear what she was saying. “I just… I haven’t…” CHRIST ANNA YOU ARE SO LAME JUST SUCK IT UP AND TELL HER!

“I’m still a virgin.”
 
The soft familiar voice immediately caught Clara's attention, and while she should have picked up on the scent much sooner her mind was too distracted to really pick up on it. She looked up from her work with a nervous expression of her own, dreading what Anna may want to say to her after all of the cowardly shit she had been pulling, and more than a little concerned she had angered the girl. The tone should have told her different, but she didn't connect the emotions until she saw the look on Anna's face and immediately felt horrible, not wanting the other wolf to feel bad at all, and her heart felt tight in her chest at the thought she may have hurt her. She couldn't get the courage to talk though, mouth drying up as she watched Anna, listening to her start to talk about leaving that day... How she meant to run off, confirming Clara's beliefs and making her all the more nervous. Nothing was worse than having Anna believe she didn't have feelings for her, that made her whimper gently, having to stop tears from forming in her eyes, sadness shooting through her.

It all disappeared the instant Anna revealed her secret though, Clara's eyes popping open wide and the alpha nearly falling out of her seat. "V-Virgin?" She was careful to whisper, not wanting to embarrass Anna in the least but quickly pulling her closer into a hug. "You idiot. I would never have done that if I knew..." The relief was clear in her voice and she loosened the hug to kiss Anna, purring gently as she finished and a smile on her face. "I thought I had pushed too much and you were angry... In fact I've just been a coward, I wasn't mad or anything." She sighed, pulling Anna in again, caring much less about people looking than getting her recharge of warmth and taking in the intoxicating scent of her little bunny. "And uhm..." She stuttered a bit, nervously pressing her lips to Anna's ears as if she was frightened to say it aloud because everything would go wrong. "I'm in love with you Anna..." She let Anna go, hands sliding down her arms and taking her hands as she peered into the other wolf's eyes.

It took her a minute to gain some composure but when she did she reached into her pocket with one hand and pulled the platinum necklace out and reached up to place it around Anna's neck. "So you know... If you'll have me... Maybe we could officially go out and all that? I'm fine with taking it slow... I just don't want to be without you, these past few days were horrible." She sighed, feeling a bit vulnerable at the moment and perhaps a bit intense, not sure if saying a few days without Anna was horrible could be misconstrued as clingy. When it came down to it she didn't care, it was how she felt, but the idea that it could drive the other wolf away made her nervous, which was horrible in and of itself, the constant questioning and uncertainty making things very difficult. Besides, as unlikely as it seemed, it was the first time Clara had asked anyone out in a very long time. Sure she had asked someone to come back to her place, she had quite a few sex friends during her time in America, and in France, but dating, it had truly been a long time and she didn't know if she was being smooth or clumsy or what. She missed her confidence.
 
All of Anna’s fear melted away as strong arms wrapped around her. She’d been afraid that Clara would tease her like her human friends surely would have if Anna had ever told any of them; but thankfully the other werewolf was very understanding. The brunette let out a breath that she hadn’t realized she had been holding and quickly threw her arms around Clara’s neck. She buried her face against that regal throat, sighing happily as she wrapped herself up in familiar feelings and familiar scents. “Well, you know, I have a lot of human friends…guess I got used to hiding it and being ashamed of it in order to fit in.” It was silly, Anna knew that it was actually seen as a good thing in the werewolf community for young wolves to stay virgins until they found their mate…at least by the elders. For humans it was this awful social stigma… maybe that was why so few young wolves followed the old ways anymore, they had gone native.

“Oh, you’ll know when I’m angry.” Anna grinned, she was a Sandalio after all, they all had quite the temper. But the youngest Sandalio was the most patient of them are, it took a lot to make her angry. “I’m glad you’re not mad though…I was afraid that I had upset you or something and that’s why you were avoiding me.” Anna rested her head on Clara’s shoulder, relaxing and smiling when she felt her lover’s lips pressing to her ear. She always loved it when the beautiful French student played with her ears and neck, it was the easiest way to turn Anna into a panting, needy mess. But instead of the play she was expecting, what she received were six little words that totally blindsided her. “You’re…what?” Anna blinked, obviously surprised. One of the things that she had gleaned from their time together was that Clara wasn’t a relationship kind of girl. “Really?” There was no doubt from Anna’s tone that she was exceedingly happy at that moment, if a little astonished.

“Of course I’ll have you, silly.” Anna grinned and leaned up to press her lips to Clara’s as the other girl took out a necklace to place on her neck. The Latina looked down at the pendant for a moment, studying it. It was as white and not as artificial looking as white gold…which meant that it was probably platinum. And if it was platinum then that meant that the little stone in the center was a –real- diamond, an expensive diamond. “Oh wow… Clara. It’s lovely, but I can’t accept this...” Anna moved to take the gift off. The necklace was absolutely beautiful, but it must have cost Clara a small fortune.
 
Clara never wanted to make Anna angry, the innocent sweet ones were always the most terrifying when the truly became enraged, and from what she had learned of Anna's family she would be dealing with more than one angry alpha. Luckily her statement and question both went over just the way she wanted, even if the level of surprise in Anna's voice made her pout a bit, even if she understood why the declaration was so astonishing, she was a bit of a commitaphobe after all. Anna was worth it, more than that she made Clara happy, and surprise or not she meant every word of it. She would prove she meant it, but it seemed Anna trusted her enough to believe her and that was a blessing. "Thank you." She whispered, a sweet smile gracing her features, though quickly wiped away by loving kiss, a kiss she returned with lustful passion, her desires starting to show themselves now that the nerves were gone... It had been days without her sweet Anna bunny... Another day may be too much for her, especially considering she refused to touch herself during the brief dry spell.

"You can and you must accept it." She pleaded gently, stopping Anna's hands with her own and leaning in to bite her neck, all but ignoring the fact they were in public. "It's how I claim you for now... Your public collar." She grinned and licked her girlfriend's neck, almost too pleased to think of her in that way, and nibbled on her earlobe before letting hot breath spill out against the Latina's gorgeous skin. "I won't let anyone else have you, you're mine and I'm completely yours... And I want people to know it." She purred as she began slowly pulling Anna away from the table and back into the stacks, gently leading her until nobody else was around and she could push her back against the bookshelf. "If you do not like it..." She started kissing and suckling on Anna's neck, working her way from bottom to the area right below her ear. "I understand..." She continued upward, earlobe, arch of the ear, and back to the center of her neck to leave a deep hickey, and only then stopping. "I can get you something else, but I thought it was beautiful and would claim you quite nicely... The price wasn't a consideration."

Perhaps Clara had given herself away with that statement more than anything, as platinum truly meant little in the grand scheme of her families wealth. Of course Clara understood money meant a lot, but to her if she thought something cheap had been more attuned to what she wanted she wouldn't have cared either... It was that piece, the look and the meaning behind it. "But let's not talk about that now, I've missed you far too much and after we make out right in this spot for a bit you should come back to my place. I need you." She growled gently, flecks of gold dancing through her eyes as her wolf whined within. She wanted nothing more than to rip Anna's clothes off and hear her moan, and despite her inexperience Anna could be quite impressive in bed, especially when she got curious and tried new things, the studious wolf adapting ever so quickly. Regardless Clara needed something, and to hold herself back after days of celibacy she leaned forward and took Anna's lips, her tongue moving into action without hesitation and body began grinding ever so slowly against Anna's.
 
“C-collar?” A possessive bite to her neck to reinforce the sentiment of the collar made Anna’s knees nearly buckle. Thankfully Clara began to tug her away, forcing her unsteady legs to behave themselves and hold her up as they went somewhere a little more private. Anna had been hoping that they would be heading towards an exit so that they could be somewhere with a bed and closed doors, but Clara led her deeper into the stacks to a section where few people ever went. She nodded her head in eager agreement when her girlfriend mentioned that they belonged to one another, the thought of Clara being completely and utterly hers and hers alone only served to inflame Anna’s desire for the other wolf further.

Anna soon felt the hard corners and edges of books press into her back as Clara pushed her against one of the shelves. “N-no…mmmnff… No, I love it… I don’t need anything else, or anyone other than you.” She struggled to keep her voice down and her moans quiet. Anna had had lots of practice over the years being very quiet while she orgasmed, but something about the way Clara toyed with her made it difficult to be quiet. The other wolf’s lips also made it very hard to think. By the time Clara had informed her that the price wasn’t a big deal, Anna’s logical brain had already shut off and she was more focused on everything that she was feeling rather than deciphering what Clara was saying.

The longer they stayed back there wrapped up in one another, the more desperate Anna was for more. After a few minutes the young squirming uncomfortably; her shirt felt too hot, her jeans too tight, her slit far too wet. “Clara…” Anna was breathless, her cheeks flushed and her lips looking poutier from all the kissing. Gold was starting to invade the edges of her irises, and it would be only a matter of time before she totally lost control and pounced ontop of Clara right here and now. “Can we go right now? Please?” Those big doe eyes were pleading for understanding. Anna was a sweet, innocent girl…but her wolf was just as wild as anyone’s.
 
Clara was very happy when her possessiveness didn't have Anna tucking tail and darting off, she thought that perhaps it would considering most alphas, submissive or not, would find the idea of a collar a bit... Unnerving and humiliating. Clara had never been one to give a damn about wolf culture, at least not when it came to such things as alpha pride, even if she did love all of the events and the community as a whole. Hell, if Anna gave her a collar she would have worn it with pride, and while she currently held the dominant positive in their relationship, which was now a true relationship, she would have been more than comfortable on her hands and knees as Anna's pet. It was probably the French in her, but Clara was quite open and accepting when it came to sex, and believed that anything pleasurable was worth doing, and she didn't give a damn about where she was in the sexual hierarchy, though she did recognize that some people really liked being a Domme or a sub.

As far as Clara was concerned she would lead Anna forward and have her try everything she wanted to, and when she decided which role she wanted she could have it... Though part of her knew she would always be nice and frisky and ready to start a bit of fun. In that spirit, and selfishly in her desire to taste her lover, she began to sink to her knees as Anna became desperate, smelling the arousal as she descended lower, nuzzling into Anna's smooth stomach as she fell to her knees. "I remember at one point you said you would try anything once... So how about you just lean on back and let me take care of everything." She didn't wait for Anna's response, not wanting to hear no when she was so intoxicated with the other wolf's scent, and proceeded to undo the jeans blocking her back, pulling them, and the panties below down, just enough to reveal the dripping lips beneath.

Anna's pussy had always been lovely to Clara and it all made sense now that she knew Anna was a virgin, and it made her all the more irresistible. Anna was hers... Truly hers. The rarity of a pure innocent flower like Anna was truly something, and if they were in ancient times it would have been considered a sacred rite to have a maiden as hers... And she felt quite blessed that no other person had entered what she found so precious. For a moment she just looked and gently brushed her fingers over it, smiling gently and thinking about how fucking lucky she was. First off Anna was gorgeous, even if she didn't realize it, and the fact that she had allowed nobody so close yet meant Clara was special... She liked that. Then there was her intelligence, the playfulness, of course how dorky she was, ambitious... Clara was in love with every part of her, especially the dorky brainy side that others seemed to find less appealing, to her Anna was perfect.

After a moment, and sensing the difficulty it took to wait on Anna's part, Clara moved forward, letting her tongue take long, powerful strokes. Clara was terrific at oral, probably better with her tongue than any other part of her body, whether it be kissing or teasing, or what she was currently engaged in, she knew how to use it. Not that she lacked any particular skill, she could wield her fingers and hips to great effect, but her tongue was the 'magical' part of her, and she was not ashamed to show off, nor be caught, so she didn't hold back at all, leaving it to Anna to keep her moaning down or cry out and see if someone came back to see what was going on. Either way Clara couldn't stop, not once she had a taste of the addictive elixir.
 
Anna panted softly, eyes darting around their little section of stacks nervously…at least when those big brown doe eyes weren’t staring down in wonder at the beautiful blonde creature that knelt before her. It was hard to be a good look out when the only thing she wanted to actually look at was her gorgeous girlfriend peering back up at her with mischievous eyes. It was strange, this position, and being the taller one for once. The feeling of power she got from towering over her lover was undeniably intoxicating, though so were the streaks of vulnerability that ran through it. Anna was the facing outwards, the one someone would see first, the one that was put so prominently on display… The thought was arousing as it was terrifying.

“Twice” Anna squeaked out the correction as cold air hit her sex. She recalled the night that she had said such a thing: Clara had urged her to try some ris de veau. The Latina had hated it, had been unable to swallow the musty tasting meat which had surprised even her, because Spanish served sweetbread as well, just in a different way. As much as she loved Clara, as much as she loved her girlfriend’s cooking, she just couldn’t swallow some of the French ‘delicacies’ she made. But, as much as she had hated the dish the first time, she’d probably try it again somewhere down the line just to make sure that it was still unpalatable. Guh…why had she ever said those words in the first place? Who knew it would come back to bite her in the ass. “I said I’ll try anything twice… But when I said ‘can we g’o I didn’t mean ‘can we start fucking here in the library, I’d really like to try that’!” Anna hissed softly, she knew that Clara’s English was just as good as the Latina’s Spanish so there shouldn’t have been any misunderstanding in the translation between ‘to go’ and ‘to start’.

As much as she wanted to stop Clara and pull her pants back up, she couldn’t make her body obey her commands. It had been days since she had felt Clara’s touch, and once those fingers ran through the soft, neat little triangle of downy hair over her mound and then down to her bare swollen and slick lips, there was just no turning back. The strip of hair was a slightly nerdy-perverted thing she did, leaving a little bit of fuzz to trap her pheromones and make her sex’s scent all the more alluring to a mate. She spread her legs a little bit wider, as much as she could with her pants trapping her knees together, offering herself up to her lover. A little bit of self-consciousness flared up inside of her as she exposed herself further…it wasn’t like she and Clara only had sex in the dark and the wolf hadn’t seen her naked, but it wasn’t like they had made love under glaringly bright artificial lights like the ones in the library either.

After a few long, forceful licks, Anna had forgotten how to be scared and was whimpering and trembling in unfulfilled lust instead. Clara’s tongue always felt amazing, the way the velvety muscle teased her tight little virgin hole at the beginning and then flicked firmly upwards to torment the straining bud of her clit made it hard for Anna to stand. She grasped onto the back of Clara’s head with both hands, fingers curling into the blonde locks as she fisted her lover’s hair. Not wishing to look like an even needier bitch in heat by playing with her breasts, she just used Clara’s head as a handhold to keep herself standing and give her hands something to do.

“F-fingers…please…” The brunette gasped, her hips beginning to jog gently against Clara’s lips. She was so close…she just needed a little more. There was a spot that Clara was so adept in hitting with her fingers…one that Anna couldn’t find on herself for the life of her, no matter how much research she did.
 
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