War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

“Hm? What’s wrong, is the water getting cold?” Danika feigned innocence as her eyes dropped down to the puffy pink nipples that had probably grown hard in a mixture of the cold air and her teasing. Deciding to keep the innocent ruse going, the princess dipped the cloth back into the steaming basin before she began to wash Talia’s other breast…though this time she was more cruel by pulling at the pebbled nub through the hot washcloth. This earned her another moan and whine, the princess’ lips curling into a grin as she looked up from Talia’s perky breasts and to her pleading eyes. “I take it it’s not a problem with the water then?” The wolf began to drag the warm wet cloth down the mage’s stomach, giving up on washing her because her curiosity as to how wet the responsive girl had gotten from nipple play was getting the best of her. Danika dropped the cloth into the basin, removing all pretense of washing the girl, her bare hand making it’s way between her wet thighs and to her soaking slit.

“Shhh…you need to be quiet.” The wolf leaned down, swallowing the next moan from Talia’s lips with a kiss. While many might not begrudge her for taking pleasure from a same-sex slave, especially when she had been separated from her mate for so long, Danika preferred to be as discreet as possible in her affairs. Everyone knew that Richard was a dog, chasing the skirts of any maid who would have him. But very few people were aware that Danika was the same way, only because she tended to drag unhappily married women into her bed who had as much to lose as she did from a scandal; or she took young servants who were capable of keeping their mouths shut. With Talia she didn’t have to worry about the mage speaking, no one would believe her if she did. But still, she had to be cautious of the noise that the girl made, the last thing she needed was someone walking in on them. Thea could keep a secret but she doubted that anyone else who would stumble upon them could.

“If you cannot be quiet, then I will have to stop.” Danika’s fingertips were outlining the lips of Talia’s sex with featherlight touches. “And you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Danika’s mouth brushed against Talia’s as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Spread your legs wider if you want me to continue.” The princess’ fingers fluttered against the girl’s sex. She could probably easily part the puffy outer lips and find the mage’s swollen clit, but she craved some submission after weeks without sex.
 
Danika's innocent act brought a mixed expression to Talia's face, though ultimately she was sulking, looking at Danika's with need but unable to keep the displeasure of being tormented from her expression. It wasn't as bad as her face made it seem. After all, without the teasing she would never have been so horny as to moan and grow wet at the gentle caressing being done to her. Every inch of her body trembled beneath Danika's fingers, her stomach retracting slightly as a flutter of delight ran through her and she relaxed more readily after the more obvious treatment of her nipple. Her moan was deeper, and she watched as the pretense of innocence faded away, leaving her to only look at Danika and chew her lip, desperate for more direct attention. "You know it's not the water..." She murmured, eyes drifting down to watch a hand move downwards, no longer holding a rag as it inserted itself between her legs, snugly fitting between her smooth, wet thighs. The mage let out a soft gasp, body leaning slightly towards Danika but soon she was turned to a blushing mess once more, humiliated by the quantity of her own juices that soaked her thighs. She wasn't gushing, but her arousal was clear and it was from nothing more than a bit of flirting and caressing with a cloth. It gave away just how badly she wanted Danika, for the wolf to pay more intimate attention to her.

When Danika's lips connected with her's the first reaction was shock, but it took mere moments for another pleasant hum to resonate from her throat and the kiss to be returned. Her lips were soft, but she knew it wasn't a romantic kiss, she could feel the intention, and she didn't give a damn. In fact her heart soared, the presence of lust was precisely what the mage wanted, because the thoughts she had been having over the past few days were not romantic... Not at all. Danika was gorgeous and charming, but all Talia could think about upon seeing the princess was lust and possibly some admiration. She was strangely good company. It was stupid but she felt being a slave wasn't so bad, not when it meant being Danika's, and the attention being giving to her over her short time as property was pleasant. Thus, in an effort to get what she felt was coming she gave a few nods of her head, eager to be as quiet as she could be, knowing why and not caring in the least. Talia was a decent person, she had her morals, but her desire for Danika made her look far past the title of 'married' and focus on what they were doing. Even when doubts rose up she added one word, 'unhappily'.

The next moan that came was muffled by the mage, her eyes gazing deeply into Danika's and she swallowed as she was given a small order, her mind racing as she made a small connection to why she was being told to do something so simply done by Danika... And without a single moments hesitation she let her legs drift apart, opening slowly and giving complete control to the wolf. "M-May I touch you?" she asked nervously, her little stuttering problem adorable, but absolutely undermining the power she had as a mage knight. It was interesting really. In battle she could kill and risk being killed, but Danika's naked form send her to a place of blushing and stumbling. The wolf was too damn beautiful.
 
Kissing was usually a way for Danika to get women to shut up; the gesture had long since lost any sort of romantic meaning for the princess. Though, perhaps it had less to do with her jaded feelings of romance and more to do with her current technique. Back when she was younger, back when she was with Myra, kissing had always been a slow, relaxing activity with no ulterior motive other than to show her affection. But now kisses were feverish and frenzied when the wolf was impatient; or they were just a tool for Danika, a method for her to relieve sexual tension and muffle a lover’s cries in the process. So as the mage spread her legs wider, as she showed the princess a sexy little bit of submission, Danika connected their lips in a deeper, more passionate kiss while her fingers dipped down, easily finding the human’s tight entrance. She wanted to delve inside, but Talia’s voice made the princess pause.

“You are the cutest little thing.” The wolf grinned as the mage stammered out her request. But as cute as Talia was, Danika wasn’t about to let the her prisoner free when the memory of the woman tossing her troops about like ragdolls was still fresh in her mind. Besides, it wasn’t like she could just unbind Talia even if she wanted to. “Thea has the key for your shackles…she knows that I have a bad habit of being too leniant with the gentler sex.” On the word ‘sex’, Danika’s fingers stopped their teasing around Talia’s entrance and slid upwards, settling right ontop of the swollen point of Talia’s clit. Then her fingers began to move in slow, firm circles as she continued to speak, “So unless you would like me to call her in here to take off your bindings, you’re going to have to make do without touching me. But if you like, you may kiss me…no biting though.” Danika hadn’t known whether or not to include the last bit, she didn’t think humans used teeth marks as a way to show ownership but she wasn’t quite sure.

Danika snaked an arm around Talia, not sure if the woman would be able to stand up once she started rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in faster circles. The wolf was incredibly experienced and had been wondering how innocent her new slave was. Perhaps now would be a good time to get a feel for how little sexual stamina the mage had, and so the wolf pulled out every trick she had, pinching and rubbing her prisoner’s clit in rough circles in an attempt to make her unravel in mere minutes.
 
Talia could easily say that Danika's kiss was the most pleasurable one she had ever received, her previous lovers not even an ounce as skilled as the wolf. It nearly made the gorgeous mage melt, and was a perfect distraction to keep her voice from alerting others in the camp. Of course part of her felt odd kissing so quickly, she was a bit of a romantic down deep, but the idea of pleasure was too appealing to pass on. Besides, Danika's charisma and her new identity as the wolf's slave did wonders towards opening her up to the teasing and affection she would have previously run from... Perhaps due to the fact that she couldn't run, and Danika had a unique talent of making her not want to flee. The power of a charming princess. "Cute?" she asked, surprised. Talia was a lot of things but cute wasn't one of them, at least she had never been told so before, but nobody had ever treated her in such a manner before either. She was sensitive to everything Danika was doing and saying at that point, taking each word to heart and letting her body open itself to the gorgeous wolf. That was more true than ever when Danika mentioned Thea. She had noticed the wolf a few times, she was Danika's guard, rather alluring in an odd way, but always present, and instantly she realized that while nobody else could hear them or knew what was going on... Thea did.

Talia blushed deeply again, chewing her lip, suddenly aware of just what was being done to her and that someone was listening, perhaps watching to make sure she didn't try anything. The mage gulped, leaning to take another kiss and moaning softly into Danika's mouth. "I-I think I'd prefer not to have someone watching..." She said nervously, already embarrassed enough that Danika was seeing how easily flustered she was when it came to intimate matters. The last thing she needed was someone else watching her moan and blush at every touch and teasing word. That being said the embrace tightening and Danika's increased tempo instantly wiped her mind from Thea, bringing her back to what was being done to her, and she went searching for those delectable lips quickly, moaning just as she pressed her needy little mouth to the princess'. It didn't take but a moment to notice her entire body responding to the touches, Talia's last strand of resistance cut and moans becoming more frequent. Unfortunately for the mage stamina on a battlefield and sexual stamina weren't trained in the same way. The mage, who could fight to an entire day, without collapsing, was quickly growing frantic as she came closer and closer to climaxing in such a short time. Her body trembled and reacted to Danika eagerly, and there was no resistance to anything being done to her.

Of course Talia wasn't a virgin, she had been with several women, but to say she had been undergoing a dry spell since becoming a mage knight would be putting it lightly, and even her past experiences were not anything great to speak of. So when she finally came it resulted in a mixed feeling of immense sexual relief and utter humiliation. There was nothing she could do when it happened, it was so intense there were traces of tears in her eyes, and those same eyes were looking at Danika with both adoration and nervousness. She was, in fact, adorable. None of her current self fit the valiant, powerful knight that had nearly taken Danika's life. She didn't look like the woman who had endured torture and been prepared to die. This was Talia in unfamiliar territory, as property of a sexy wolf, as a sexually needy slave. Her athletic body was relying on Danika to keep her up, her mind muddled with pleasure, juices soaking her thighs, and nothing on her mind but the gorgeous creature holding her tightly. If she hadn't been willing to belong to Danika before... She was now.
 
"You think or you know?" Danika teased, her tone suggesting that due to Talia's response, voyeurism would not be off of the table. She was about to pick on the mage a little more, maybe make an offer to include her guard in the tent next time, Goddess knew that Thea could probably use a good lay, but her words were swallowed by Talia's lips as the mage let out another muffled moan. Seconds later, the human was trembling in her grasp, her body leaning up heavily against Danika's as pleasure spiked through her. The wolf tried to guide her so that she didn't pin the princess' busy hand between their bodies, the princess' long fingers still working feverishly between Talia's legs. "Very good..." Danika purred, her digits beginning to slow when it became that Talia could not take anymore stimulation., Pleased that Talia hadn't just fallen over during her orgasm, the wolf smiled and kissed her lightly on the temple. "How about one more, hmm? And then you'll be returning the favor..." Fingers slipped down lower, leaving Talia's hypersensitive clit for her unexplored folds. Although it took a little bit of doing to get her middle finger past the tight entrance, the girl was so wet that Danika felt comfortable easing a second finger inside the clinging heat. She picked up a pace that was slow at first, letting Talia get used to the pace and the new stretch. But after a moment, after feeling more wetness coat her hand and hearing the lewd smack of her palm against the other girl's slit with every thrust, Danika began to move harder and faster.

"Goddess, you are soaking wet. You really needed this, didn't you, pet?" The wolf tried out the new word, having never used it before. There were a few slaves in the castle, mostly in the kitchens and in the stables, but the princess knew them all by name or called them by their status, never referring to them as 'pets'. There was also a small harem back home too, comprised of a handful of omega wolves, two alphas, and three betas...but none of the workers in the harem were slaves, they were all compensated generously for their services and were allowed to decline clients if they so chose. Talia was being provided with little choice other than to accept the rough pounding of Danika's fingers, every quick thrust nearly sending the female onto her toes as the wolf pummeled her sweet spot. While she was bound to let Danika do whatever she pleased because the girl was now her slave, at least the princess showed a fondness of her that one would show a cherished pet. "Go on, cum once more and then I am going to see if your tongue is more sure of it's actions rather than it's words." Talia had been a stuttering mess since they had started, but hopefully the girl would grow a little more confident at the prospect of showing off her oral skills in another way.

When Danika felt Talia's folds begin to ripple and clutch her fingers, she quickly stole the female's lips in another deep kiss, fearing that the girl would scream in pleasure and alert the whole camp to their activities if she hadn't. Her thrusts became shallowed and she focused on rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves on Talia's front wall, her other arm stiffening and burning as she held the mage up through the tail end of her orgasm. "There we go...feel better now?" The wolf smiled gently, having known that she had been especially cruel in how bad she had been teasing her bound slave over the past few days. Hopefully the two orgasms would be enough to tide over the human for now, Danika wasn't certain about their sex drives but was pretty sure that the female should be alright for now. She couldn't bring herself to play with Talia anymore like this anyways, her own needs were starting to grow out of control, and if Talia didn't do something about them right now she might end up being too rough with the human.

"Lay down, pet. I'm going to have to ride you since you do not have use of your hands." Danika helped Talia to her mattress and let the mage lay down before she got to stripping out of her clothes, practically tearing off her trousers in the process. She left her top on, unable to waste anymore time removing clothes as she stepped over the bound mage and knelt down over her head, the positioning her slit a breath away from her pet's mouth. "Go on, lick, before I lose my patience." Soon she would lose the ability to hold herself back and would probably end up grabbing Talia by the hair and roughly grinding down into the girl's mouth...but until then Danika held still, allowing her pet the luxury of being able to explore the wolf's delicious sex.

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Sometimes, Thea loved her job. She went wherever Danika went, had traveled all the way to the western ocean and to the southern edge of the continent (which had been far too warm for her liking). She had seen creatures that had caused her to stop and stare in awe because they were so unlike the animals back home... But sometimes, like right now, the guard hated her duties. Standing outside of the princess' tent while she drew sweet moans out of her newest conquest filled Thea with an uncomfortable amount of arousal. While the guard didn't have a preference towards either gender, she found that women tended to be easier to date (most male wolves didn't pursue a female who was stronger, smarter, and richer than them). But because her life was consumed with watching over Danika, Thea had a hard time forming any sort of healthy relationship with any woman. So it had been a long time since the guard had had anyone in her life, longer still since she had had sex... Having Danika practically flaunt her love life infront of her as she stood outside of the princess' tent was torture. Her boss was an absolutely breathtaking werewolf specimen and her newest toy was incredibly alluring in her exoticness...and now Thea had to stand out here and pretend that she didn't hear every whispered word and muffled moan. Ugh, she hated her job.
 
Nothing about Danika was easy, but despite how much the wolf was putting her through the mage found herself quickly succumbing to the charm and beauty. Even worse, Danika was strong, and Talia had always been partial to powerful women, though few were more so than herself. Amazingly enough that didn't seem to be a problem within the werewolf camp. She could probably stand above most wolves but quite a few had proven themselves to be equal or greater. The one woman had saved Danika's life, something Talia was starting to feel a bit grateful for... Apparently letting her newest desires and affection overwrite any beliefs she previously held. Danika herself was frighteningly powerful and had a strange feeling about her that made Talia want her gaze... And while she wasn't aware of Thea's actual strength she had a feeling anyone assigned to guard such a powerful werewolf would either need to be as strong as Danika or perhaps more powerful. At first it had scared her, the mage considering what would happen when she was captured, but over the few days of slavery... She realized Danika wasn't going to let anything happen to her, and even felt some desire, and thus her fear became curiosity, and then attraction. Compared to humans wolves were simply more honest, especially when it came to sexual wants. Talia could get use to that.

Her change of heart aside she was still very aware of everything, from Danika's teasing, which almost seemed serious as to let another person watch her take her new slave, to the comment about her soaked thighs. It was all making her blush and whine gently in the woman's arms. The word pet stuck with her more than anything else, and upon hearing it she felt a jolt of desire fill her being. Something about being called pet... It was oddly pleasing. Nobody would have ever called her in such a way before, human relationships could be so stiff and dry, but being Danika's pet... She didn't dislike the idea, and even found herself thinking about what their relationship was, what she should call Danika, and before she really knew what she was saying she had spoke, "Yes, Mistress." Talia was much less aware of what that meant than she would like, but some of the human servants and slaves used it as a term of respect and as a way to lower themselves, it seemed right. The mage wasn't given time to get a feel for it as Danika took her again, the second time becoming rougher as she was penetrated, her tight folds gripping tightly around the wolf as she did her best to control her moaning. It was difficult, each thrust was a spike of pleasure, the mage having needed someone to relieve her for a very long time, and as the lewd, arousing sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air Talia couldn't hold on, eagerly accepting Danika's lips as her moans flooded out.

When it finally ended she as panting, exhausted, and completely satisfied, for the moment. Now that she finally knew what a real orgasm was she couldn't help but be stunned, knowing that her previous lovers had failed to deliver anything near what Danika had just given her. So when the time came for her to repay the favor she didn't hesitate, didn't even speak, she only flicked her tongue out and started licking, ignoring the voice in the back of her head telling her to allow Danika to lose her patience just to see what the wolf would do to her. Her tongue wasn't as shy as her words however, and within moments she was lapping up every drop of Danika's arousal that she could, delving deep inside her and admiring the gorgeous woman... The one she... Belonged to.

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"Excuse me, Vice-Captain Myra?" A voice from outside her tent had alerted the wolf and she stood up and walked outside, seeing a young male with a pack on and a clear symbol on his shoulder. Courier. "For you." Her offered a letter and without anything else ran off towards his next delivery, leaving Myra to furrow her brow and walk back in to her tent. Once inside she pulled it out, curious why anyone would be sending her something, and getting a bit excited that maybe Danika had decided to do something romantic, a silly hope but Myra wasn't exactly a realist when it came to her affection for the princess. She had always held on to the possibility of their true love and it all working out in the end. Her smile didn't last long, because the moment she started reading the letter her heart sank, and she turned as pale as she could become, hands shaking, but not with anything other than anger. What had been excitement soon exploded into rage and she stood up and kicked the closest object. "What the fuck." She growled, grabbing her gear, and dashing out of the tent, letter in her mouth as she started to dress herself in the armor and put her new weapons where they belonged. Where the was marching, straight to Danika's tent, every ounce of the athletic wolf seething with anger.

It wasn't until she arrived that she truly became angry, because when she did Thea popped up, barring her way. "Move." Myra voice was changed from its usual playful self, she didn't have a tinge of sarcasm or kindness, no goofy expression. If anything she seemed ready to draw her weapon to get by, and when Thea showed no signs of moving she stepped forward, approached the guard, and gave a low, "I swear, if you get in my way I will say everything I know about Danika to anybody that will listen." It wasn't a threat Myra was confident about going through with but she was so angry it sounded sincere, and yet Thea didn't budge, true to her duty, which left Myra with no other choice than to move forward and use more strength than she ever would to shove Thea aside and barge in to the tent, "Danika! What the fuck is this about a trans-" Myra stopped, horrified with what was in front of her... Danika, the woman she had loved for most of her life, riding the face of the very mage she had nearly died to. "Hah... What the fuck..." Her voice was low but the boiling anger was evident. "Fucking lovely..." She started and stopped, her anger very much alive but a few tears starting to appear in her eyes as she interrupted Danika in the process of playing with the mage. Just days ago she had refused Myra, but a cute slave, a woman who had tried to kill her, that was okay. It hurt her, but it made the piece of paper she was crushing in her hand make more sense. "If you really hate me this much Danika, just fucking say it, don't be a damned coward." She nearly muttered, taking one last look at the scene and quickly deciding she couldn't even stick around to yell, tossing the piece of paper to the side as she left the tent. Myra was on the verge of tears, devastated, and ready to take her place on the front line, exactly where the piece of paper detailing her transfer at Danika's request had instructed her to go.
 
Usually, guarding Danika's tent was a no-brainer. The princess had meetings during the day so by nightfall, she didn't have to entertain anyone. All Thea had to do was stand out here and basically tell people to go away, or say that Danika was enjoying a little free time to read or write letters to her pups and didn't wish to be disturbed. Unfortunately Myra hadn't gotten the memo that this was supposed to be an easy night for Thea and stormed right up to the guard, absolutely seething. The command to move wasn't going to make her do a damn thing, Thea only took orders from Danika, not even Richard had any power over the guard. And while the threat did seem to cause a brief cloud of debate to cross her face, it was gone within a moment. The princess had been very unhappy the last time that she had let Myra into her tent and Thea was not about to repeat the same mistake twice. Besides, if the lesser noble started spouting off about all of the affairs that Danika had had with other married noble women and dignitaries, the wolf would be committing social suicide. Nobody liked a snitch.

Thea had watched Myra and Danika's relationship grow and blossom, and because the older wolf looked so fondly at that time when Danika had smiled, -really- smiled, she didn't raise a hand to Myra or bark at her to go away. Instead she waited patiently for the other woman to leave on her terms, which she had fully expected that the Vice-Captain would do...at least until the girl shoved her away, catching Thea entirely off guard. She stumbled and caught herself, snarling and eyes flickering gold as she chased after Myra, ready to tear the other female inside out and then mount her body on a pike as a warning to other fools who thought it was a good idea to touch her. But as soon as she stomped into the tent, her rage was dampened by scent of sex. The guard froze, taken aback by how good the more delicate scent that was intertwined with Danika's smelled. Guh...Danika and her naked mage pet... She had known the pair of them had been having sex, but she hadn't been expecting the scene that her and Myra had walked in on...now she actually felt bad for the soldier and there was enough pity that she felt that she wouldn't tear the soldier to shreds once Thea saw her out of the tent. The girl had suffered enough without her adding injury to insult.

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'Mistress' Danika could get used to being called that. Usually she was called 'Alpha' or 'Princess' in the palace, 'My liege' or 'Commander' among the soldiers, 'Mistress' was something new and she liked the way that the human term sounded when it fell from Talia's lips. It showed her acceptance of their roles, which caused much relief in the wolf. She could do whatever she wanted to Talia, she knew that, but to have the girl willingly submit to her made the princess feel less guilty. Now she could enjoy the attention that she was getting from an eager tongue, the wolf giving a sharp gasp of surprise as Talia licked her with a lot more skill than she would have guessed that the shy little mage had. But no sooner had she settled in to relish the feeling of a warm, agile tongue exploding her folds, she heard the flap of her tent suddenly open. Her head snapped up and she looked towards the intruder, body freezing as she laid eyes upon Myra. The pain on her old friend's face broke Danika's heart and for once the princess actually felt ashamed of one of her affairs. Cheating on Richard had been no great burden on her conscience, but the thought of cheating on Myra... No! That isn't fair, she had her chance and she left. I am not cheating on her, there is nothing between us anymore.

But still, she felt guilty, and so was quiet and had basically shut down as Myra went off on her about what, she didn't know, but at this point felt like she deserved whatever it was because she had caused her old lover so much pain. Not like she could formulate any words for an adequate conversation now anyways, what does one say when their ex-girlfriend walks in on them riding another girl's face. It was a relief when Myra and Thea both left, Thea having topped to pick up a piece of paper that Myra had dropped on her way out. Now it was just her and her new pet...and Danika was feeling very not horny anymore. "Stop..." Danika sighed and dismounted the mage's face. "Come on...let's get you cleaned up..."

After quietly finishing Talia's bath, the wolf was called away by Thea to discuss the note that Myra had dropped on the floor...a note that gave the wolf a direct order to report to the front lines immediately. "I am sorry, Danika, but her squad has already left."

The princess merely nodded, then took a glance at the messy signature that appeared next to her royal seal. Yes, Danika had ordered Myra removed from the royal guard, but that didn't mean that she had wanted the wolf positioned on the front lines. By the end of the evening, most of the camp had heard the princess roaring at the general who had tossed the Vice-Captain to the front lines. Danika had tried to frame it as though her rage came from the fact that he had thrown the only wolf who had extensive experience fighting mages away from the main army, the main army who would have benefited greatly from her instruction, but anyone who knew her well realized that she still had feelings for Myra, even if she didn't want to admit it.
 
Myra's mood changed for the worse when she arrived back at her tent, in fact she had immediately started packing and ordered her unit to head out, wasting no time 'complying' with her newest order. Somewhere, deep down, Myra had cracked, her heart torn from her chest at the idea that Danika actually wanted to be done with her. It wasn't a death sentence, people went to the front lines, away from the main camp, and survived, just not many. The front line was more like an ill-equipped scouting party than a real force and was usually comprised of lesser soldiers, a buffer for the upcoming battles. Danika sending her away sent the alpha a clear message though, not only that her presence was unwanted, but that it was so bothersome that it warranted her possible death just to be rid of her, and the wolf took it to heart quickly. As she prepared she turned sour, her cheerful personality taking a nose dive, and even when they all began to leave Myra wasn't reassuring her troops or acting like it was all going to be fine, she was instead sullen and quiet, glaring at the soldiers watching her leave. It was funny really, people who respected her in the military quickly turned their backs as she left, not knowing what had happened but being aware of what being sent to the front meant, and suspecting she had angered the wrong person. Usually that was the Myra special, it got her in trouble but she was valued as a veteran, this time it apparently caught up to her and someone took the chance to remove a thorn. Nobody would have believed it was the princess... Myra still didn't, even as she left.

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Talia was instantly horrified when people had barged in and she shivered remembering what had happened. She wasn't ashamed, Danika was gorgeous and she had some strange affection for the woman, but the atmosphere at the end of their first time together had connected a lot of dots Talia probably shouldn't have known about. She had quickly understood what the relationship between the two had once been, and while she didn't try and talk with Danika about it, knowing she was just a slave, she did attempt to soothe the wolf, kissing her, hugging her as best she could with her restraints... Telling her it would be okay. It seemed to help some, just not enough, especially after a small talk with Thea that resulted in her chewing out the same general she recognized from the battle, the one that helped them hone in on the princess during the surprise attack. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and smirk, having a feeling he was one of those social status generals who didn't know how to engage in warfare to save their life, humans did that too and it never worked. None of that helped, in the end Danika returned looking distraught, and after some more gentle soothing, Danika seemed to calm a bit, smiled, and asked Talia for just a bit of time to herself. The mage had respected that, and although going out into the camp didn't strike her fancy she wanted to help Danika... She kept feeling an urge to be there for her, as if the princess really needed her help...

Still, it had led her to standing outside the tent in nothing but a simple gown and the shackles, letting cool air hit her face. The bit of freedom was something, even if the allowance was related to Danika's emotional turmoil more than trust. 'Hmmm..." She muttered, looking around and then started to take a slow walk, taking some time to explore the camp she had been a prisoner in for some time. The mage had yet to look around, and she was curious about the wolves, wondering if many of them were as charming and alluring as Danika or if she was special. The mage had a feeling Danika was a very special person, but didn't know what sort of charm wolves had, Myra and Thea both seemed quite charismatic, even if her experience with them as limited to some oddities it made her curious about the race as a whole... But the conclusion she came to quickly was that Danika attracted such people, and most were unlike her entirely. Why did she think that? Because as she walked around the camp it became clear people were watching her, and hungrily at that. Talia was a rarity after all. She was gorgeous, exotic, and at the sight of her bindings a good deal of wolves seemed to have ideas. Unfortunately Talia had it in her head that knowing she belonged to Danika would deter any idiot considering such things, using the slight affection the princess showed her as a shield, and still having a bit of arrogance from her own strength, even if it was impossible to display with her movements restricted. With the shackles she was closer to feeble human girl than powerful mage, and while the mage didn't realize it, she smelled so very nice.

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Sora grinned as she looked into the distance at a lovely creature hard at work, hammering away at a piece of metal as it was forged slowly into a sword. The skill was adequate, no doubt considered experienced among humans, but among elves it would have been average. Sora was horrid at blacksmithing herself, but she knew a few and had a feel for it. Still, for a youth like Sasha... She was exquisite, whether it came to having talent and dedication as a smith... Or being adorable. Several times Sora had watched her, observing the woman she had chosen to spend some time on, getting a better feel for the thing that had peaked her interests, and each day she found something else curious and amusing about the wolf. In the end she hadn't revealed herself again, choosing to let the young woman reflect on their first meeting and give her some time to embed the memory... To ponder what Sora had meant. It was only now, after several days, that she decided she was going to make her next move. So she waited, giving it time until Sasha seemed done for the night, and only then did she make her move, letting all of the helpers scamper off before appearing in front of the wolf, her ability to pop up unheard was practiced, and she was smiling when she finally appeared, though this particular smile held more mischief than would make one comfortable.

"Greetings... Sasha." She spoke softly, moving towards the wolf until she was right in front of her, head tilted slightly as she let the woman straighten up before giggling. It was seemingly random but after a moment she stood on her tip toes and pecked Sasha's lips, light and playful, a sparkle in her eyes that spoke of the same mischief her smile had. "I've been thinking about you." She brushed a hand up the creature's side, gazing at her cute face, waiting for a tiny reaction before slowly walking around behind her, the elf's hand trailing the girl's front as she made her way behind. The hand settled on her smooth stomach, pulling her ever so gently into Sora's front, the shorter elf once again relying on her tip toes to get far enough up to nip the back of the blacksmith's ear, so absolutely pleased she almost laughed at what she imaged Sasha's face to look like. Instead of laughing she kept up her little game, though why she was playing it wasn't clear in the least, "Have you been thinking about me pup?" she had learned things walking through the camp over the past few days, one word was pup, and the second she heard it she thought of Sasha, and as her hand started sliding from stomach downwards she said it again, "Come now pup, be honest... If you're honest I'll reward you..." Now by this time some people had noticed what was going on, a few were even staring at the scene, practically drooling as they watched Sasha receive the attention of the gorgeous elf, and being seen didn't bother Sora at all. She merely took another nibble of Sasha's ear and let her hand stop right as the tips of her fingers pressed into her pants, refusing to go any further unless Sasha was honest... But really, she just didn't see that happening, and that was all part of her game. Her first impression of Sasha was that the girl was shy, that was the entire point of pushing her in such a sudden way, in front of people... Without any chance for the wolf to understand what was going on before it happened. It was simply more fun that way and she was thrilled beneath the calm, seductive exterior.
 
Danika looked drained by the time she had finished screaming at the general and had returned to her tent. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of a good enough reason to reverse the order that Myra had been given. The princess couldn’t set bad precedents just because she was the princess…or just because she wanted her old friend to be here, not here with her, but just here around her… It was all so stupid and awful, she hated feeling like this, hated Myra for weaseling her way into her royal guard and forcing her to feel emotions that she had long since buried. Worse than the idiotic, adolescent love that she still harbored was the guilt she still carried over being caught, and the worry she now felt that Myra might just die out there on the front lines. Maybe she still harbored the childish fantasy that her white knight Myra would come sweeping in to rescue her and her pups from Richard…and if the Vice-Captain actually did perish, she would have to give up on that hope that she had been clinging to for so long.

If Talia hadn’t been waiting for her like a good pet back at the tent, she might of crumpled onto her cot and cried. But as it was, she had company, and so had to put on a brave face because that’s what princesses did; doubts and fears were a luxury that only wolves of lesser classes could afford. The mage seemed more adept at picking up emotions than the average wolf though, she tried to cheer up Danika with a few soothing kisses and kind words and the princess had to admit that it was nice… but not what she needed right now. “I would just like to be alone, why don’t you go for a walk about the camp? You haven’t gotten to see much of anything since your capture…maybe you’d like to see some of the sparring.” She didn’t know what humans liked, but the spars were a major attraction to wolves, a good event that both amused and trained everyone involved.

It was a relief for Danika that Talia was now gone, though she still had the issue of Thea being within earshot of her. “Thea…come in here, please.” Danika called, her mask starting to slip as her guard came in. Thea was the least judgmental person she knew, the princess could be whatever she wanted without the older wolf thinking less of her.

“It is not a death sentence you know…” Thea offered some consolation as she laid eyes on her forlorn looking boss, even though she knew that Danika was not in the mood for her opinions.

“Go follow Talia, would you?” Danika changed the subject entirely, not wanting to hear anything more about Myra for the rest of the day. When her guard did not immediately move, the princess added, “That is an order, Thea. I will be fine…I would just like to be alone.”

The guard made a small noise of disapproval though still was reluctant to leave. Danika hadn’t asked her to leave her side in years…in fact the last time the guard had been willed away, the princess had nearly thrown herself out of the window of the tower. It had been six years ago, four days after the princess’ marriage to Richard. Danika had been locked in a room for him with three days, forced to have Richard as her only company during her heat. And on the fourth day it had apparently sunk in that that was going to be her life from now on, that she would never see Myra again…the only way that Thea had managed to coax the hysterical girl out of the window was by informing her that she was probably pregnant, a guess that had turned to visible truth only three months later when Danika had began to show in her belly. “You’re not going to…you know…”

“No, I am not.” Danika bristled at the accusation that she would do something so selfish now that she had children. “Now go, or else you won’t have a job when we get back to the castle.” It was an empty threat, both of them knew that, but even the empty threat let Thea know that Danika meant business.

“Yes, Danika.” Thea offered a little bow and then headed off towards the direction that she had last seen Talia go into.


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Sasha was exhausted, all she did was stay by the forges for sixteen hours a day. Well, maybe not sixteen, she did get breaks to eat, and on the rare occasion she would participate in a training session, but most of her waking hours were spent near burning coals with a piece of metal in one hand and a hammer in the other. Today was the same as all the others, crafting more swords until nightfall when she was finally allowed to go eat her dinner. She was just taking off her apron and hanging it up for the evening when a familiar face trotted up, the little elf planting a little peck on Sasha’s lips that made the young wolf blush.

“Oh, Sora, hi.” The beta brightened as she laid eyes on the mage. Guh, what did this beautiful creature even see in her? She was fairly certain that Sora had never seen her properly cleaned up; the blacksmith had been pretty much confined to swordsmithing over the past few days, a task that always had her covered in sweat and soot by the end of the day. But even though she was a mess, Sora seemed to still have interest in her. “Y-you have?” Sasha gulped as a delicate hand rested on her toned stomach, the muscles quivering under Sora’s touch. The elf moving around her, leaning up to nip the back of Sasha’s ear had the girl’s head swimming. She felt like she was going to pass out…until the word ‘pup’ hit her ears and the heat she felt was quenched by a bucket of cold water. Pup?! She wasn’t a pup! Though she wasn’t really in a position to argue that point either, Sora’s hand was drifting down lower and Sasha’s brain was melting into a puddle of useless mush.

The feeling of eyes on her helped snap her out of Sora’s spell. “I-I…” She stammered, starting to pull away from the other female because she couldn’t handle this, she wasn’t like other, more experienced wolves. Sasha couldn’t just be out here in the open and shamelessly flirt with an elf! “I…I need to go.” Blushing brightly, Sasha dashed away without any further explanation, the young wolf heading straight for her tent so that she could go hide under her blankets like a child and calm down.
 
Sora was delighted with Sasha's reactions, giddy with excitement that she managed to find something absolutely adorable within the ranks of the wolves. Perhaps it wasn't how most of her race would react but it was what Sora found charming about the blacksmith, it was refreshing and more than that entertaining, especially her running off without as much as a denial. The young wolf said more by panicking and making a hasty retreat than a simple yes ever could, because it made Sora more aware than ever that the gorgeous creature she had her eyes on was perfectly inexperienced. Not that Sora always went for meek little things, in fact she more often than not went for confident, sexually experienced women, but something about Sasha had a hold on her and she wanted the girl, badly. It was to the point that the little laughs people were giving as they watched Sasha run from a good thing caused the elf to turn and glare daggers at anyone mocking the girl, already considering Sasha her property in a twisted sort of way. Elves could be that way, they had an arrogance that came with being so naturally blessed, every aspect of Elves rising above what any normal human could hope for, and while they weren't as strong as wolves they were much stronger than their size would imply. To them the rules didn't apply, it was how they were raised, and it made Sora a tad too confident in her possessive assertion.

She wasn't going to bother defending Sasha for long. In fact she waited mere moments before following behind the girl, moving swiftly to catch up and slipping inside the tent behind her, barely letting Sasha think she was alone before going up behind her and wrapping slender arms around the girl's core. "Don't run from me." Her voice was almost demanding, but there was a tenderness behind it that attempted to soothe the wolf, a tone mimicked by her next words, "I won't take what you don't give." At least not yet, though she didn't say the last thought aloud. After a moment, waiting to ensure Sasha didn't struggle desperately and reveal some true disdain for the touches, she loosened her grip. Sora didn't attempt to undress her, though her first thought was to reach down and remove the annoying pants, instead she gently turned Sasha in her arms, looking up at her once they were face to face and leaning up to kiss her, a more passionate kiss than before. It was simple, not enough to scare her away, or so was the hope. Sora was being forceful, but trying to skirt the edge and not go further than Sasha could take, having her desires but being aware they may not be shared. "You never answered my question... Have you been thinking about me?" The look on her face was expectant, a charming smile touching her flawless features as she looked into Sasha's eyes, trying to bewitch her into answering without thinking.

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Talia sighed after watching the fights for awhile, doing as Danika suggested but not finding it quite as entertaining as most. She would have enjoyed participating, but the mage didn't find watching as thrilling as doing, especially when she had no preference on who won, she didn't know any of them. It had kept her busy for a time however, and she felt the urge to run back to Danika, to see her again and ensure the princess was doing alright... But more than that she was thinking about their brief little fling, and how incredible it felt to be touched after so long. A soft smile appeared on her face and she turned around to head in the direction, believing plenty of time should have passed, that Danika would have calmed down even if she had yet to get over it, seeing as getting over it may not happen. Myra did seem important to her, it almost made the mage jealous, and she couldn't help but chastise herself for having such thoughts. Who was she to get jealous over Danika? A slave, an enemy mere days ago, it was an absurd notion, but one she had. It had the mage hoping her feelings were real, because the only thing more ridiculous than developing some serious attraction so quickly would be all of it stemming from sexual desire... That would just make her pathetic. She didn't think that would be the case, Danika was charming, Talia was just falling victim to that charm.

Lost in her thoughts of Danika, Talia let her guard down, the comfort of being by the princess' side for days wearing down on the mage's vigilance, and as she passed one of the tents she failed to notice plotting eyes until it was too late. Before she could even scream a large hand had reached out and grabbed her, covering her mouth and violently yanking her inside the large tent. Suddenly she hit the ground, the force sending a sharp pain through her shoulder as weight pressed down atop her, the hand putting more pressure than ever as she tried to scream, panicking when she noticed not just one but three individuals staring with lecherous eyes. "Fuck, the princess knows how to pick her slaves." One of the men said, a disgusting moan leaving his mouth as he reached down and touched Talia's cheek, the mage already so distraught she was pale, feeling sick to her stomach. It took her all of several seconds to realize what was happening, it had been her fear from the start. She had no ability to fight back, her shackles doing their job and restricting her movements, which only served to make it easy for the vile men above her, one of which had already started undoing his pants, getting a glare full of hatred from Talia as she did her best to bite the hand covering her mouth, being unsuccessful until finally managing to sink her teeth into tough skin, biting down so hard she took a chunk of flesh and spit it at the man as he screamed and yanked his hand away, only to send it crashing against her cheek moments later, a deep bruise instantly starting to show. "Fuck you." She cursed, gritting her teeth as a hand went around her throat, though she managed to scream a short "Help!" before her voice was cut off. "Shut the bitch up, here shove this in her mouth." One of the men, a tall, thin wolf, handed the larger one atop her a cloth and it didn't take but a moment for it to be shoved into her mouth. "Don't make us kill you, human whore. Just have to say you tried to run off, so quiet down and be a good bitch." Unfortunately for him Talia had no intent on doing any of that, her struggling becoming more intense as she tried to scream through the makeshift gag, hoping someone would help, but having a horrible feeling nobody would.
 
Guh, you –are- a pup. Sasha’s face and ears burned with embarrassment as she hurried back to her tent amidst the snickers of some of the other soldiers. Anyone in their right mind would have jumped on the chance to claim a beautiful elf infront of half the army…but Sasha was far too shy and far too inexperienced to do anything that a good wolf would do. Perhaps its for the best…Sora is probably far too good for a blacksmith’s daughter. It was impossible for her to tell how old the elf was, but by the way Sora acted, she could only assume that the other woman had lived long enough to have plenty of lovers and experiences. How could Sasha compete with any of that?

Inside of her tent, the wolf felt safe. But before she could do so much as dive under her blankets and hide, the flap of her tent rustled and in walked an uninvited guest. “I wasn’t running…walking briskly, maybe.” Sasha tried to ease her own discomfort with some bad humor as the elf wrapped her arms around her. Sora was doing a decent job of soothing her…though knowing that she would have to admit that she had never given anything to anyone still made the wolf feel awkward. At least she wouldn’t have to, not right now anyways, because Sora was turning the young blacksmith about for a kiss. Sasha froze at first, even though Sora had declared her interest, she still found the fact that the elf was interested enough to give her a kiss incredibly surprising. Slowly but surely, Sasha began to reciprocate, arms daring to wrap around the small creature and pull her close…though her tongue was reluctant to leave the safety of her own mouth.

Sasha panted out a soft, “Yes,” the response was automatic now that they were alone. Sasha was a very honest wolf, she had learned that from her father who believed in telling the truth to customers, even if it would deny him a sale. So she would admit that she had been thinking of Sora every day since their first meeting….and some admit some other things too “I’ve ben thinking about you a lot. But I…I have never done anything, with anyone before—did you hear that?” The sounds of an army had become normal to her, but a loud shout had given her pause. She drew away from Sora, poking her head out of the tent incase there was a surprise attack on the camp. But the only surprise she received as a wolf flying straight across her line of sight and slamming into the tent across from hers.

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Thea was staying far enough behind Talia that the mage didn’t notice her presence. She imagined that the ex-knight wouldn’t approve of the idea of Danika assigning her a babysitter and so tried not to wound her honor by revealing herself. Unfortunately the distance she kept left time for an ambush. Thea had been under the assumption that no one would be stupid enough to touch the princess’ property, apparently she was wrong. The moment she saw Talia get dragged into a tent, Thea was running, the guard bursting into the tent full throttle and skidding to a halt. Eyes quickly took in the situation, three threats in a confined space meant that there would be no room for Thea to draw her sword and manage a proper swing. Three fully grown, Alpha male threats meant that she would have to use more force than just her human form would allow. Without even an attempt at diplomacy, the guard was shifting, transforming into a lean, muscular, dark brown wolf. While her height and overall size were not as impressive as a member of the royal family’s, she was still a formidable force to be reckoned with.

The man nearest to her found himself lifted up off of his feet and thrown, his body catching on the tent and ripping the canvas and frame clear out of it’s stakes and off of the group, revealing them to the open air. Now Thea was moving quickly onto the two other surprised males who were backpedaling. She now positioned herself between Talia and her attackers, effectively protecting the mage from any danger. Talia would notice that on Thea’s back there was a fist-sized patch of fur missing; upon closer inspection she would notice that it was actually in the shape of a wolf on it’s hind legs, lunging forward to attack, with a crown atop it’s head. The brand had been seared into Thea’s flesh when she had accepted the position of High Guard and had been excruciatingly painful to receive, but served as a way to permanently mark her as having the right to act as she saw fit in order to protect the royal family and their interests. So she had no fear of being reprimanded as she sank her massive jaws into one of the men who was hurriedly trying to pull up his pants.

“Don’t kill him!” Other soldiers began to rush over, trying to stop Thea from mauling the soldier to death.

“High Guard, please! Calm yourself!”

Still furious but sure that she had sent a message to any other would be rapists, Thea allowed herself to ease up and be led away from the bleeding soldier.

“She’s crazy!” The tall, thin man sputtered as he placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding. “Gods, she nearly ripped off my arm!”

“I’ll show you crazy!” Thea snarled and lunged forward, only to be stopped by several more soldiers grabbing her. All in all, it took ten Alphas to keep the enraged guard from killing her targets.

“High Guard! Please!” A new voice called. “Zane! Rulf! Peyton! Get the hell out of here, report to the infirmary.” An older looking man with a neatly trimmed beard was trying his best to rush over without actually rushing. “Then you assholes will report to me for punishment.”

“But Captain-“

“NOW!” The wolf roared. “How dare you three idiots make a mockery of me and our squad?!” He was going to make an example of these fools, that was for sure. The Captain knew that his mean were a reflection of himself, and if another incident such as this ever happened again, he was sure that the princess would bar him from attaining any meaningful rank. Hell, even this one altercation might ruin his chances of a promotion unless he could fix this situation. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. There was a shackled slave on her back and three stupid, young male foot soldiers had been with her. Worst of all, it was the mage that was now serving as the princess’ personal slave. “I apologize for the behavior of my men, High Guard.” The Captain bowed deeply to Thea.

“My ass is not the one that needs kissing.” Thea growled as she shifted back into her human form, her lean, muscular body now covered in the tatters of her clothing and arm. She had not been the one wronged in this situation, nor had she been the one to receive more than a scratch from the altercation. “Talia has been the one harassed here, she is the one who deserves the apology.”

The Captain stared at Thea in disbelief. Surely the High Guard didn’t expect him to actually apologize to a slave! But as the woman met his gaze expectantly, he realized that she was dead serious. The Captain finally nodded and turned his attention to Talia, giving the mage a short bow. “I apologize for the actions of my men, mage.”

“Good.” Thea was shit at diplomacy but she could still recognize when wounded pride needed to be fluffed up with a little praise…even though the Captain’s apologize had left something to be desired. “I believe 50 lashes a piece should be adequate enough punishment. I would suggest a hand be cut as punishment for touching royal property, but we’re in the middle of a war and need soldiers who can lift their swords.”

“You are far too kind, High Guard. I will deliver the punishment personally, and I will have one of my men collect the rest of your personal effects and deliver them to your tent.”

“Excellent, Captain.” Thea nodded, even though she was half naked she still looked as professional and intimidating as ever. “Come, Talia, let’s bring you back to Alpha Danika.”
 
Sora was pleased the moment she felt Sasha kissing her back, the young wolf loosening up just enough to return the affection being offered and let it happen, which allowed Sora to enjoy her perfect little lips. As she was pulled close the Elf let her hands drift down, giving the blacksmith's ass a gentle squeeze and moaning gently into Sasha's mouth, letting the girl know she enjoyed what was happening between them, that it wasn't a one way street. Better than all of that was the soft 'yes' the vocalization Sora wanted, and she grinned at Sasha after she spoke. "I'm glad, I think about you constantly." She leaned in, though the woman quickly turned sour as someone interrupted her moment, turning and watching the scene occur before them, disinterested aside from getting a quick peek at a pair of gorgeous women. Even if her interest was taken she had eyes, and Sora appreciated beauty. Still, she had more pressing concerns and soon enough turned back, moved Sasha back into the center of the tent, and leaned up to nip at the girl's jaw. "I didn't think you had done anything, in fact I was already quite sure of your inexperience... My interest has nothing to do with what you can do and how well you can do it. My interest is in the adorable blacksmith that caught my eye the first time I met her, the innocent creature I want to tease... And corrupt." She gave a meaningful grin, leaning up one more time and kissing Sasha, this time letting her teeth pull on the wolf's lip as she moved away.

"Like I said Sasha, I won't force you to do anything, but I want you, and unless you push me away and clearly reject me... I'll eventually have you." She was so confident, and before the blacksmith could respond she was rising to her tip toes one last time, and in a manner similar to that of other wolves she had seen, she sank her teeth into Sasha's neck, leaving a small teeth mark on the sensitive flesh. "How is it you wolves say it?" She asked, moving her lip up and pressing them against Sasha's ear, "Mine." Hot breath mixed with a possessive tone and as soon as the word was spoke Sora moved back, releasing Sasha and letting it all sink in before being satisfied. "Now be a good pup and clean up, I'll leave you be. I'll be back though, perhaps not tonight but soon, and when I come back I want you to have thought about what it is you want me to do to you, and try and push your boundaries just a bit... We can move slowly, but we will move." She said, turning to leave but stopping at the door and sending a charming smile back at Sasha, "Or, you can always come to my tent, if you do don't expect to leave until morning." And then she slipped away, returning to her tent quickly, giddy as could be about her cute little plaything.

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Talia had done her best not to cry, she didn't want the bastards to have the satisfaction, to see how scared she truly was. The mage wanted to appear strong, ready to deal with what could be done with her in an attempt to make it less satisfying in any way possible. She was close to breaking down though, especially as one of them reached up to try and rip of her meager clothing, labored breath and lust filled eyes the likes of which would haunt her, were pressing down on her. Then, right when she thought nobody was coming, a woman bust in, Thea, and Talia's eyes lit up with hope, pleading the wolf to save her. What she hadn't expected was what came next. The mage thought Thea would stop them and handle it with authority, instead she shifted, smashing one of them away and moving in on the other two, revealing her power and using pure force to rescue Talia, even getting between her and them within a moment, allowing Talia to scramble behind her and to her feet, watching, wishing Thea would tear their throats out. She had no mercy, not for rapists, not for disgusting men who treated women like garbage... But really she didn't understand what being a slave meant. Danika treated her so well, it hadn't exactly dawned on her that she was seen as property, as something similar to a good by the other wolves, and that Danika's treatment was exceptional, even before the sexual nature of it was factored in.

Still, even as it all came boiling down she stood there, watching, wishing nobody had stopped the powerful High Guard, or that her own bindings were undone and she could take her own revenge. Others decided it was their job to interfere, and as the Captain apologized she sneered, turning her face away and thinking how light the punishment was, and how soldiers could still fight without their cocks. Fucking bastards, they didn't deserve to be men. She didn't make a fuss, if only to give Thea some face and remain obedient. After all, making an officer apologize to a slave, even Talia grasped the severity. So she did her best to keep quiet, unconsciously clinging on to Thea's gorgeous, naked form as she did, holding her and almost hiding from the people looking, embarrassed and still shaken up by the attack. It all left something to be desired though and every fiber of her being was sickened by the proceeding. The only positive was Thea, and she found herself looking at the wolf with thanks and admiration filling her eyes. If it wasn't for the guard she would have suffered a fate worse than death, and with Danika's current state she wouldn't have found out anytime soon... It was a horrifying thought.

"Wait." She spoke, her voice meeker than usual, a subtle shaking in her voice, her fear impossible to hide. "Don't take me to Danika..." She spoke quietly, still clinging to Thea's arm as she took a deep breath, trying to gain control of herself. "She's worried enough, she doesn't need something else to upset her right now. Can you just take me somewhere else until I calm down, and possibly not tell any of this to Danika, at least until she's in better spirits?" She mage asked, her adorable expression practically begging Thea to do her the favor. She cared for Danika in an odd way and to her telling the princess wouldn't do any good, it would only serve to anger her. So she leaned in, chewing her lower lip and waiting to see if Thea would keep it between them, or if keeping things from Danika wasn't something she would be willing to do. "Please Thea..."
 
Part of Sasha was interested in the fight, even beta wolves craved a little bloodsport now and then; but feeling delicate hands on her arm insistently guiding her back into the tent reminded her that she had company who would not be ignored. “C-corrupt?” Sasha gulped. She had a lot of male friends who talked about doing a variety of very taboo things to females, especially when a girl was in her heat and a little more agreeable to adventurous sex. The young wolf didn’t think she would be anywhere near ready enough for anything close to corrupt, and Sora talking about such things, even in jest, made her even more nervous than she already was.

Usually such words were intimidating to a wolf like Sasha...but hearing them from a creature that was physically so much smaller than her wasn’t so scary, nerver-wracking, yes, terrifying, not really. Besides, Sora was giving her a way out, handing the wolf the ultimate power over their budding relationship by just vocalizing that the young blacksmith could reject her at any time. It was a rather werewolf thing to do, giving the less powerful member of the relationship the power to stop everything, and just as Sasha began to wonder how much Sora knew of her culture, the elf surprised her by sinking blunt teeth into the delicate flesh of her neck, causing a surprised moan to fall from her lips. “Nhnn...” The wolf squeaked out something that sounded like an affirmative noise, but couldn’t manage the words ‘yours’ or ‘you’re right’ even if she had wanted to. Sasha was so turned on that she didn’t even care that Sora had called her ‘pup’ again. Her head was swimming and all she could do was nod dumbly at the elf’s promise to come back and stare are her with hungry eyes as she turned to leave.

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Thea only noticed that Talia was clinging to her arm when the guard tried to move and she felt resistance. She turned, face softening as she looked at the girl who was trying to appear brave infront of the wolves who had gathered to see the spectacle. There was still a noticeable amount of fear in Talia’s eyes and a waver in her voice, but Thea was impressed that a girl her age wasn’t a sobbing bundle of horrified young woman. “-Alpha- Danika.” Thea corrected the mage softly as they walked through the dispersing crowd. “In private, what you two have decided to call one another is your business, but in public you will speak of her with the respect she is due.”

Unable to deny a request from a victim, Thea nodded and heaved a resigned sigh. She didn’t wish to be saddled with this girl any longer, but she didn’t want to cause Danika anymore trouble than she already had, or turn away a female who had nearly been violated by three pathetic excuses for men. “-Alpha- Thea…or Guard Thea if you prefer…if you call me ‘High Guard’ I will not answer to you. But yes, fine, I will take you to my tent. It is not as grand as the princess’ but it is safe… As far as not telling Alpha Danika…well…she probably will not be in better spirits for a long while. So you may as well tell her soon, before she finds out from a rumor and then overreacts.” With that all settled, Thea picked up her brisk pace towards her tent. A few people were whispering as they passed by, of course a half naked High Guard walking with a slave on her arm drew some attention, but with a simple look (Thea didn’t even have to strain herself to glare), the hushed voices fell silent).

Thea’s tent wasn’t anything special, the guard traveled light and had opted for a sleeping mat rather than a cot. The only other things in her tent were two large bags of gear and then a smaller one with a few personal items, (one of those items, a cornett that she played for her own amusement, poked out from the flap). Because Thea’s clothes were already barely hanging on to her so she didn’t even think twice about shucking off the tatters that clung to her muscular form infront of a stranger without warning. It wasn’t like she had to worry about a conflict of interests anyways, Talia seemed to be interested in perfect and feminine women such as Danika, Thea was about as far from that image as anyone could get. She was beautiful in her own right, silky brown hair, dazzling smile (which few people ever saw), but powerfully built and far less feminine than Danika with her small, perky breasts, gentle flaring hips, and very toned ass. Scars from blades littered various parts of her body, she had dealt with several assassins in her time as Danika’s personal body guard, plus the training she had endured in order to become a High Guard had been especially dangerous and strenuous.

“Are you any good with a needle?” Thea asked, her back turned to Talia as she leaned down to rifle through a large satchel that contained some spare clothes. “My clothes need to be stitched with a weak thread so that they tear at the seams easily.” The wolf continued, grabbing a shirt and starting to tug it over her head, “I need to be able to shift at a moment’s notice and prefer to not have to buy new outfits that will just be destroyed when I can just mend what I have.”
 
"Fall back you ignorant sons of bitches!" Myra voice rang out over the sounds of battle, growling with ferocity as she turned and decapitated an unfortunate human. One was nothing in the sea of enemies that had suddenly descended upon them, more than three times as many enemies were surrounding the troops, and they had teamwork that far surpassed that of the units around her. She wasn't the commanding officer, she was a Vice-Captain and the only group fairing well was her own, the few soldiers around her crushing any who came close. Quality could only do so much before quantity felled the strongest of soldiers, and with inadequate leadership even with stronger troops the unit was falling apart. Just when things looked their worst though Myra let out a pissed off growl and threw her armor and swords to the side near Delia. "Break through..." it was the only order she gave as her body started to turn, the intimidating soldier shifting into a powerful wolf, scars and muscle covering the form. Unlike Myra's usual appearance which carried some of her light-hearted personality, her wolf was savage. It's fur was thick, it was larger than her, and the eyes were sharp and penetrating. It was the embodiment of who Myra was as a warrior, and as the alpha released a loud howl the battlefield seemed to slow and many eyes drew towards her.

The attention did little to stall the wolf, moments later she was dashing over, smashing through the soldiers attempting to bar her way, claws and powerful arms working to convert human lives into piles of broken meat and bones. None of the soldiers who were dumb enough to get near survived, and even those who managed to get a thrust or slash in fell before the might of the officer. Blood was starting to mat her fur as she made her way to the edge of the soldiers, but with one last push she broke through, her own unit and the soldiers who were smart enough to follow flooded out, retreating a short distance and taking a stand in a location that made being flanked near impossible, bringing the advantage back to the experienced bunch and attempting to salvage victory from the hands of the mage forces. It was all going fine until the end, when only a few scattering humans remained and Myra shifted back down, so tired she was barely standing, covered in wounds both minor and severe. "Good job soldiers..." She was breathing heavily, a small smile on her face, and then... Horror. An arrow pierced her chest, her eyes opening wide as the large wooden object went into her back and burst out the other side. Without her wolf form or armor it had been too easy, and the archer in question was grinning from an impossible distance... It was a mage, one who specialized in wind magic and who found shooting a magically enhanced arrow to be easier than some honorable battle. With a flash the person was gone, not leaving any chance of being chased and letting Myra fall to the ground, blood pouring out of the wound and her consciousness fading.

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Talia sighed after a moment in the tent. It was nice to be away from the gaze of others, though she soon found herself going from relieved to surprised, eyes landing on Thea as the woman removed her tattered clothes. "U-Uhm..." She stuttered, eyes taking in the sight in front of her. It was... Mouth watering. Thea was incredible, her muscular body and perky features instantly capturing Talia's attention. She had already seen Thea a few times and found her face to be very attractive, but upon seeing her more intimately Talia couldn't help but shake her head and wonder why Danika and all the women she kept close were so fucking gorgeous, perhaps that was the woman's taste, being surrounded by different kinds of beauty. There was one noticeable difference between the princess and Thea however, the scars, and before Talia realized how insane she was acting she had moved forward just a bit and let a hand brush over the athletic body and on to one of the battle wounds. Her soft fingers rolled over the scar tissue, the mage blushing gently before looking up with a shocked expression, taking a moment but realizing what she was doing. "So sorry!" she quickly apologized, taking a few awkward steps back and looking down at her feet, trying to think up a satisfying explanation but ending up telling the truth instead, "I was just fascinated... I didn't mean to offend." She wasn't as nervous in front of Thea, in part thanks to Danika, who had slowly been forcing her to grow accustomed to embarrassment and sexual things... And in part due to her own will, to try and hide the desire behind her unconscious advance.

"L-Let me fix your clothes!" she brightened up, a small stutter but as she took the clothing and tools to fix it she went to work, not particularly skilled but knowing enough to do something so simple. So without even looking Thea in the eyes, still humiliated by her lapse in judgement, she got to work, a small blush still on her cheeks but her determination to repay the favor to Thea more intense than anything, including her own embarrassment. After all, she felt she owned Thea a good deal, her and Danika both.

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The camp was silent, light still below the horizon and nothing but a few guards were awake. It had been a quiet few days since Talia had been attacked, and aside from the war meetings not much had happened... Well, aside from the princess getting angry over her slave being attacked. That hadn't gone well, but the situation had calmed. In fact the entire camp seemed relaxed, knowing they wouldn't be marching for a few days often did that, and with confidence in their victory the guard had been decreased overall. So when a rider came dashing towards the center with a panicked looking young woman on the front and a slumped over figure behind her, it roused the suspicion of those who were on patrol. It was clear that the horse was near exhaustion and while several guards were trying to get the woman to stop, she didn't. She brazenly ignored any commands to yield and dashed right into the center of the entire camp. "Doctor!" She yelled, fear mixed with haste as she demanded the nearest soldier help the woman on the back down, not giving a damn what time it was or what people were trying to say to her. It was only once the horse had stopped that it became clear who it was. The rider was Delia, hurt and panicked, exhausted beyond belief. It was the one on the back, not moving and bleeding profusely, that required attention, it was Myra. Many recognized the Vice-Captain, she had a reputation among the soldiers, and the moment they realized who it was they were clambering to help, removing the woman from atop the horse and carefully moving in the direction of the medical tent, none of them missing the arrow still sticking through the wolf's chest. Although the head and tail and been snapped off the body of the arrow remained inside, and as they carried her towards the tent they all realized just how shallow her breathing was... It was a shock, after all, Myra was one of the strongest. Instantly fear of the front lines was embedded into the men, none of them wanting to test their luck or skill against a place fearsome enough to do such a thing to the officer.
 
The hairs on the back of Thea’s neck stood on end and she growled a split second before Talia had even touched her back. Soft fingers ran over a particularly jagged scar that belonged to a larger set which the guard had received from a fight with another werewolf. She turned, eyes shimmering gold and teeth bared as though she were ready to snap at Talia…but as her dark eyes settled on a blushing, nervous looking girl who she still could not believe was a mage knight, Thea remembered herself and stopped from attacking. “No, I apologize…I shouldn’t have growled at you, you were merely being curious.” If Thea had been a human, she would have been killed many times over. It must be strange to Talia to see someone covered in scars. “A good half of my training was spent in my wolf form… it makes me a little more wild than the average soldier.” Thea offered an explanation for both the scar on her back and her most recent behavior. Hopefully Danika would enlighten this mage about werewolf culture, Thea didn’t really know how to handle humans, let alone mages.

“Yes, right, sewing” Thea stared at the mage for a moment, the wolf confused about the strange behavior of the human. How could wondering about a scar be offensive? For a wolf, asking about how one had gotten a scar was the same as asking a human about how they had earned a medal. She shrugged it off though, humans were always acting oddly to her so there was no point in her thinking about it when she had clothes to mend.

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Over the next few days, Danika was a sullen, mopey mess who had struggled to get out of bed each morning. Throughout the day she could control her thoughts, keep her mind from wandering to her childhood love…but as soon as camp was set up, without marching or meetings to distract her, Danika just thought about Myra. And when she wasn’t awake and worrying about how the Vice-Captain was doing on the front lines, she was asleep and having dreams that started off pleasant but rapidly spiraled into the realm of all of Danika’s deepest fears. So by morning she would be miserable, unwilling to get out from under her blankets and force herself to put on a charming, cheerful face for her troops…but knowing that she had to because that was her responsibility.

Talia had been instrumental in helping the princess cope with her sadness. The mage would not press her to talk, instead she just offered kisses and nuzzles when they were in private; sometimes she would even crawl into Danika’s cot when the princess made a little too much noise during one of her nightmares. Usually Thea would wake up on those nights as well and poke her head into the tent, just to make sure that everything was okay. This most recent night had been one where Danika had actually been able to sleep without any dreams, though upon waking the princess would find herself trapped in a real live nightmare. There was shouting outside of her tent, men yelling for a rider to stop and a rider crying out for a doctor. By the time she had quickly tugged on a set of clothes, the commotion had died down and the men were whispering of Vice-Captain Myra having fallen in battle.

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“How is she?” Danika asked the doctor as soon as he came out of the tent. The princess had been waiting outside of the medical tent for hours. She was so worried about Myra that she didn’t care that she looked like a mate who was scared that their lover might not make it, she didn’t give a damn about what the soldiers were whispering now or what they would say later, all she cared about was being near her childhood friend.

“The Vice-Captain has lost a lot of blood, princess. We have done everything we can for her but she needs to wake up and eat.”

Danika nodded, picking up the unsaid bit of ‘If she doesn’t wake up soon, she will die.’ “I see…well…thank you, Doctor. I would like to visit with the Vice-Captain, for a moment. Please see to it that your staff do not intrude.” Thea would see to her privacy, but it would probably be best if the guard didn’t have to shout at nurses and medics to sty away. With Danika’s privacy now guaranteed, she slipped into the tent, her heart constricting as she laid eyes on the unconscious soldier laying down on the cot. She could barely recognize the woman, Myra had never looked so pale or so helpless before, not in the entire time that the wolf had known her. “Goddess, Myra…” Danika whimpered, tears stinging her eyes as she rushed over to the bed and knelt down next to her soldier. “Myra, I need you to wake up.” As thought she were afraid of breaking the other woman, Danika laid a hand very carefully onto her old love’s shoulder. “I know you are tired, but you can’t stay as-s-sleep.” Her voice cracked and it was all over, Danika’s mask of professionalism fell and tears began to roll down her cheeks.
 
Talia hadn't stopped thinking about Thea, and every time she saw the wolf after that night she had gone out of her way to greet her, ignoring the 'invisible' aura the wolf tried to give off, and being as respectful to the woman in public as she was to Danika, even taking the 'Alpha' instruction to heart and doing as was expected of her. Why she kept thinking about Thea? It wasn't wholesome. She had even dreamed of a much different scenario after the woman had expressed her wild nature, always waking horny and irritated. The mage didn't like the idea of going from inexperienced, nervous, and rather chaste to a horny mess that lusted after her owner and the guard charged with protecting her, it felt... Promiscuous, and Talia still had a shred of her previous honor nagging at the sexual desires influencing her current decision making. So in an attempt not to feel like a total slut she focused on Danika, being by her side nearly every moment, comforting her and being a sounding board whenever the princess needed to speak, and also knowing when to shut her up with a gentle kiss. They had grown closer, an odd sort of close that didn't have a clear definition, with both its limits and benefits, but closer nonetheless. She wanted to protect Danika.

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Delia was practically yelling, giving orders when she arrived in the camp, acting more like an officer than a foot soldier, and nobody said a word against it. Truthfully, if Delia hadn't been so insistent on working under Myra she would have risen in ranks long ago, she was skilled beyond the average soldier, but to her Myra was a special existence, and with the number of times her life had been saved by the wolf, as with the other members of their unit, it was more of a family than a group of soldiers. Even now she had been injured after saving all of them from a tight spot, using all of her energy to bust them out of certain death. There was nothing she wouldn't do for the alpha, and even when she saw Danika that didn't change, the woman nearly telling the princess to fuck off. When she caught the expression on Danika's face though... She knew the one hurting the most was her, and lost her anger, even if she still blamed her deep down, blamed the commander for sending Myra to the front lines to be treated like a pawn. Instead she kept people back and personally saw to silencing anyone saying anything, already angry enough that Myra was hurt, she wouldn't have her Captain's name sullied as well.

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Talia didn't immediately follow in behind Danika, she originally stayed with Thea outside the medical tent, having already insisted plenty in following the princess to the side of the woman she clearly loved. It seemed out of place for her to do more, but as she heard the doctor speak on the woman's condition she felt her heart sink, knowing what Danika must be thinking. Still, it took her a few minutes to come to a decision, not wanting to box herself in with promises, or have to use so much power it put her own life at risk. In the end she couldn't let Danika continue hurting and walked over to Thea, looking at the woman with a more resolute and fitting expression for a mage knight than her usual calm or nervous expressions. "Alpha Thea, unlock the cuffs, please. I can probably save her... Probably." She repeated, trying not to sound so confident she ended up swallowing her words later, and giving the Alpha a serious look, trying to convey sincerity but also make it clear how serious she was being. Of course she was aware Thea had no reason to trust her, Danika was at her most vulnerable at the moment, but she had to hope the woman could see the truth, that Talia actually wanted to help, and that she would never do anything to hurt Danika... She was no longer capable.

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Immediately after getting the cuffs removed Talia rushed in to the tent, moving towards Danika and gently using her newly freed hands to move the gorgeous, distraught wolf away from the bed, not far but a few feet, quickly comforting her and explaining the abrupt intrusion, "I'm sorry Danika but I need some space... I'll try and save her so please." She gave a small smile and leaned in to kiss the wolf's forehead, and only then did she turn and close her eyes, a bright light swirling around her hands, warmth pouring forth and filling the room. Then, she lowered her hands down, one pressing against Myra's forehead and the other reaching down and settling on her heart. Slowly the light stopped spreading out and concentrated, moving through the flesh and into Myra's body. Talia was a skilled healer, it was the only reason she had survived after Danika attacked her and it was a highly valuable magic, but it came with its own costs. Healing magic was draining, and even to a mage knight, one of the elites of the mage kingdom, serious healing was demanding, and in some cases life threatening. Fortunately wolves healed fast and with Talia's aid, which was nearly two hours of magic pouring in to Myra and Talia not moving at all, Myra was no longer going to die, at least that was what Talia felt. She didn't know when the woman would wake, but the breathing had stabilized, the mage realizing part of the way through that the majority of damage have been a pierced lung. Talia was now the one who was pale, as if the color returning to Myra was siphoned directly from the mage. Perhaps not so extreme, but Talia looked tired. All she could do was lay down, and so after finally retracting her hands she moved over to Danika, leaning over and kissing the wolf's cheek, "She'll be fine... I'm going to go rest, you should stay, I don't think she'll sleep much longer." Each word was spoke with a heavy voice, the exhaustion clear, but it wasn't so bad, or so she feigned right up until she left the tent, at which point she stumbled and nearly fell, catching herself and closing her eyes to calm the dizzy feeling that had attempted to overcome her.
 
Thea was silent, as she usually was, while she stood outside of the medical tent with Talia. This morning the silence between them was solemn rather than comfortable though; Thea knew that many wolves perished this way and so as she stood out there she began to run through whom she could trust to watch over the princess while she performed a Final Guard for Myra. Maybe she wouldn’t have to delegate a lesser wolf to her post though…Danika may just stay with Myra until the end, even though such an act would be difficult to explain away. “Never want to go out this way.” Thea muttered. When she died, she wanted it to be while she was defending the royal family in close quarters combat, not by an arrow from a cowardly archer. And to die like Myra…it was a travesty; comas were especially dangerous to werewolves who required so much food and water in order to survive. Myra was just going to grow weaker and weaker as she slept, becoming a shadow of her old self before finally perishing.

“Hmm…” Thea’s dark eyes studied Talia carefully. There were few times that the guard had not been able to make a good decision in a split second, and this was one of them. Thea lived to protect the princess from harm, emotional harm included. “Alright…but know this, I will kill you, mage knight,” Thea noticed the difference between Talia the slave and Talia the mage knight, and so changed her manner of speaking to deal with the knight “I will kill you, -and- your entire pack if you so much as harm a hair on my charge’s head while you are free.” With her pledge made, and figuring that Danika would probably try to kill herself again if her heart’s mate died, Thea didn’t have much to lose by letting Talia free. So she undid the mage’s wrist bindings, though left her ankle shackles in place so that she wouldn’t be getting far. Then the chivalrous High Guard held the tent flap open for Talia, watching the mage carefully for any sign of trouble before finally becoming satisfied that she would not attempt to do anything to harm Danika. The human appeared to really want to help Myra, and so Thea let herself out of the tent to stand watch out front.

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“Out!” Danika croaked, ashamed to be caught crying but too miserable to really do anything about it. When Talia tried to move her, the wolf let out a deep, feral growl and stiffened up in protest. Danika didn’t want to be too far from her old lover right now. It took a little convincing, but Talia finally got the princess to back up a little bit, though Danika kept watching her with wary eyes. Myra was going to die, she knew that, but if Myra was going to die then she wanted to be here, close enough to hold her hand all the way until the end.

“S-she’ll be fine?” Danika stammered out as Talia spoke. “Are you alright?” The wolf asked, legitimately concerned for her slave, though not enough to follow her out of the tent. She needed to stay by Myra’s side…even if being here was painful for her. So when Talia left, the wolf knelt back down by the soldier, studying for a moment, feeling a little more hopeful now that Myra didn’t look as sickly as she had been earlier. “Myra…my Myra…I would like it very much if you would wake up…” Danika whispered softly as she brushed a few strands of short hair back behind Myra’s ears. “No? Not yet? Well… I believe one of your footsoldiers is mad at me…I can’t blame her, I’d be mad at me too…” The princess sighed. “I didn’t mean for you to be sent to the frontlines…I just wanted you to be removed from my royal guard, that was all. It is difficult for me to be so close to you…”

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“Talia?” Thea rushed over to the stumbling mage as she exited the tent. She had poked her head in several times to check on Danika but no trouble had been caused; the mage had been sincere and had tried her best to heal Myra. But what the werewolf hadn't realized was how magic worked, how Talia appeared to have given a little bit of herself in order to give Myra a fighting chance. She offered the girl her arm, her spare hand coming to rest on her lower back and help steady her out. "Are you alright? Would you like to sit down for a moment?"
 
Talia could barely keep herself standing, her entire body drained of energy and some actual pain as her head pounded, a clear sign of over-exertion. Truthfully Myra's injury was a little above Talia's capabilities, the internal damage had been bad, but one thing was different about healing wolves, their own natural healing abilities. With humans and mages the effects of healing magic were miraculous, but the wolves seemed to receive an even more profound effect, an almost scary thought. Talia was happy though, she had managed to save the woman and knew Danika would be okay, having a very serious feeling that if the wolf had died her Mistress would have spiraled... And not wanting to see her in so much pain. After all, even Thea had seemed worried, and if the guard was nervous about the result of Myra's death it must have meant the relationship was more important than Talia understood. So even as she nearly fell to the ground, even as her head pounded as if something was trying to bust out of her skull, the mage was satisfied. Of course she suddenly felt she had lost her place of belonging, one she had barely settled in to, but that was okay, she could deal with that.

Feeling Thea steadying her the mage grinned, so tired she barely had any impulse control, and as the strong alpha kept her stable she leaned against her, head resting on Thea's shoulder and looking at the woman's beautiful face. "Yeah, I'll be okay. I just need some rest." Her voice was heavy still, not able to escape her bodies state, but being enough to get her into trouble as she lingered right on the skirt of out of her mind. Before she even thought anything through she had leaned forward and nipped Thea's ear, a soft, "Thanks for worrying about me Alpha Thea." Her voice was cut with an undertone of desire, some of the budding attraction she kept under wraps for the beautiful alpha revealing itself, and her inflection when she said Alpha Thea was overtly sexual. What she did next though? The mage was so damn tired she slid down to the ground, plopping down on her butt and then actually going as far as to curl up on the ground near Thea's feet, eyes closing and heavy breaths sounding as she almost immediately passed out, the gorgeous mage knight being thoroughly exhausted.

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It had taken nearly an hour but after Talia healed Myra things began to improve, not just the color but also Myra's fever subsided and with her natural recovery speed she quickly became better, even if better was still quite weak. Her eyes softly fluttered open, a low groan escaping her lips as she tried to gain her bearings, her eyes blurry and entire body throbbing with pain. She hadn't felt so horrible in a long time, and wondered what exactly had happened. After a moment she even tried sitting up, but the alpha was so tired she stopped, having no intention of forcing herself, she had been injured enough times to know better... Myra was not one of those soldiers who tried to run and train the day she got hurt, she wasn't stupid and didn't have any desire to show off some false bravado and act like she was invincible, because she wasn't. In fact Myra was the one who would use an injury to be a tad lazy for a few days and always had her soldiers coddle her until she was 'better', especially when Delia would cook, she would take a knife any day for some of her cooking, guh that woman was going to make some woman very happy, food was love.

Myra sighed, she remembered how bad Danika had been at cooking when they were young and soon found herself wondering whether the gorgeous princess had improved since having kids, a thought she continued to have until the moment her eyes cleared and she turned her head to see Danika kneeling at the side of the bed she was laying on. Her eyes went wide, her heart tightened, and she suddenly figured out exactly where she was. Never had she been happier to be in so much pain, and when she noticed tear stains... Her heart jumped. It was a bit weird, being happy because someone was sad, but when she looked down to see Danika sleeping by her side, so distraught about her injury, in the middle of the camp, she couldn't help but feel lucky. Danika still loved her, there was no other explanation, and she was willing to risk people knowing to be by her side, though the fact that she hadn't died must have meant it wasn't as bad an injury as it could have been. "Okay... Force yourself." She muttered, breaking her usual rule to sit up slowly, a hand going down and starting to slowly stroke Danika's hair. "Danika." She spoke in a soft, sweet voice, a loving smile on her face as she looked down at her angel. "Danika, my love, wake up..."
 
“Good~” A hum of approval rumbled in Thea’s throat as teeth grazed the wolf’s sensitive ear. She pulled the mage tighter to her, head instinctively burying itself into Talia’s neck in order to inhale the female’s scent. Unmarked… Well, of course Talia was unmarked, wolves couldn’t bond with mages. Plus the girl was a slave and no wolf in their right mind would mark a slave that way…but Thea wasn’t in her right mind right now. Her wolf didn’t care that Talia was a mage, didn’t care that the girl was human; the only thing that concerned Thea’s wolf was that Talia was not claimed and that she smelled so damn good… But before she could even make a move on the gorgeous female in her arms, Talia was slipping away.

Of course, of course she would poke at my wolf and then fall right asleep. Thea rubbed her brow, taking a breath of fresh air to clear her head. Damned humans… All riled up and with no one to fuck, it took the guard a little longer than usual to return to her usual professional state. Once she felt more like herself and the incessant need to roughly claim a female faded away, Thea could finally think. She couldn’t just let Talia sleep here…and Danika had ordered her to guard the mage over herself several times before already… With that precedent set, and the guard confident that her boss would be fine for a little while, she leaned down and scooped the tired mage into her arms. The wolf held Talia protectively in her strong arms as she hurried through the camp so that she could tuck Talia into her sleeping mat, and then alert Danika’s squire that she would have to watch over the princess while she took care of the mage.

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Danika wanted to stay awake and talk to Myra for a little bit longer, even if the soldier could not hear her. But although she tried her hardest to keep her eyes open, this morning had been so emotionally draining and her reddened eyes felt so heavy that she could not keep them open. She ended up falling asleep by Myra’s cot, arms folded over the edge and head resting atop them as a pillow. It was an uncomfortable position, but one that was well worth the soreness if it meant that she could stay next to Myra.

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“Mmmrph…” The princess grumbled as she awoke to a stiff back, sore knees, and a hand affectionately running through her hair. For a moment she thought it was Talia, her pet had been coaxing out of bed like this over the past few days, but when she heard her name again, called by a far too familiar voice, the wolf shot up, instantly awake, “Myra!” Dark eyes that were still a little puffy around the edges from crying went wide as she looked up at her old lover. Myra was alive! Her Myra was up and talking to her! Danika practically pounced onto the wounded female, too relieved to worry about hugging Myra too tight or being too rough. “I don’t believe it, I thought you were going to die… Goddess, Myra, don’t do that to me again! You had me so worried.” She squeezed the wounded soldier a little tighter, head moving to bury itself into Myra’s neck as a few relieved tears fell.
 
Talia had managed to catch the change in Thea before she found her way to the ground, a hard surface that was so fucking comfortable to the worn out Talia that everything else stopped mattered. Before getting comfortable and passing out she had felt a jolt of pure desire, the touch and scent of the powerful High Guard affecting Talia on a primal level, her entire body responding favorably to Thea's. Nothing could stop the hit of exhaustion from overtaking her though, because her mana was completely empty, and her passing out was a response from her body to try and prevent her from using any more power and endangering her own life. Her falling asleep despite the inhibition and primal desires was due to that, not choice. So when her eyes opened again, after enough mana had been gathered for her to regain control, and she found herself being laid onto a mattress... She reacted in a way that she could only be courageous enough to do when out of her mind. Talia had reacted up and wrapped her arms around Thea's neck, using the leverage to pull her down on top of the mage, and powerful, silken smooth legs wrapped around the wolf's waist. There they were, face to face, Talia chewing on her lip and letting out soft breaths, face flushed and eyes unable to do anything but stare at Thea, filled with arousal. Her face really was beautiful, and intoxicating in a dangerous sort of way.

"Alpha... Thea..." She only spoke the two words, leaning up and nipping at the woman's jawline, lips pressing against flesh and slowly working their way over to Thea's neck, and then a small bite, not even enough to leave a mark, a rule Danika had and one that had already been ingrained in her. However it led to something more telling, one of the customs she was informed of in her short time within the wolf camp, her little bite, her affection, it was followed by the exotic mage doing a very wolfish thing, it was followed by her tilting her head, revealing her supple neck, perfect skin being offered up. She couldn't do such things with Danika, they had to be tactful, and their relationship was more playful than anything, but at that moment, with Talia's instincts at the wheel, the only thing she felt like doing was being claimed, experiencing what it was like to be taken. It was a desire she had been experiencing constantly since her capture, and with her fried brain she jumped at the presented opportunity, even letting out a small whine to provoke the wolf if she hesitated. Perhaps the only flaw in Talia's plan was she had no fucking clue what being claimed meant. Her relationship with Danika was soft, playful, intimate but not romantic, pleasurable but not intense, teasing instead of rough. She adored Danika, truly, and the princess treated her incredibly, but there was a part of her that wanted 'wild'.

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Myra smiled, watching Danika and immediately feeling comfortable, relaxing even if only a bit. It didn't last, it never did, but even as she struggled against Danika's painful death grip she was smiling. "D-Danika!" She groaned, pain shooting through her entire body. Her wounds seemed healed, the internal injuries she hadn't been aware she had were no longer a problem, but the pain and soreness from it all was still bad enough to make the hug as unpleasant physically as it was pleasant mentally. "Hey! Stop hugging me or I'll get the wrong impression and never let you escape again." She chuckled, painfully. As much as she woke and wanted to be serious and still angry, she couldn't be. Danika had always been her weakness, and seeing the princess cry was enough for Myra to start apologizing even if she wasn't the one at fault... Which had happened before. She simply couldn't deal with her lover's tears, they would either cause her to fall apart or be the reason behind rising blood lust, depending on who made her mate cry... Shit... Mate. Fuck, now she felt a bit miserable and she flopped back on to the bed after wriggling her way out of Danika's arms, exhausted in an instant. "Hey Danika... What do you say about letting me get a bit more sleep and then revisiting this scene, I'd like to be able to force you into a cage before we share feelings... That way you can't run from me anymore." As she spoke her voice became heavier and heavier, and almost as quickly as she had woken up she turned and went back to sleep, her cute, tired face pointing towards her princess. Whether it was actually exhaustion after sitting up and forcing herself to let Danika know she was okay or some sixth sense about what kind of conversation was going to happen now that Danika had shown her cards, Myra was out, and the moment she woke up her goal was clear... Taking her Danika back. Sometimes one needed to nearly die before they could wake up.
 
Thea was getting used to the odd looks she received whenever she was escorting Danika's slave somewhere. Sometimes she'd offer the girl her arm, showing her the same respect as any other temporary charge she sometimes took. The guard was always very chivalrous towards the female, holding tent flaps open, offering her her horse halfway through a long march; many may see the Mage as nothing more than property, but Thea's code overrode the social stigma of being a slave. Unfortunately there was nothing in her code of honor about what to do when a female who was not a dignitary nor part of the royal family dragged her down ontop of her. "Talia!" Thea gasped, staring down at the Mage, eyes wide in surprise. It quickly became evident that Talia had dragged her down here on purpose, that she really did want to drive Thea wild by pressing their bodies so tightly together that the guard could swear that she felt the heat burning from Talia's core even through her armor.

"Talia...if you keep doing that...Mmmph!" The guard groaned loudly as teeth nipped along her jawline and finally took a light bite at her neck. A shiver ran down Thea's spine and the guard's eyes began to glitter with flecks of gold. Most werewolves were taught to keep their wolf side in a figurative cage, the allure of losing oneself to the simple life of their animal side could be strong sometimes, it was best to have tight control over one's wild side...at least for most of the population. But High Guards did not cage their wolves, their control over their wolf was more like how an owner collars a well behaved dog and travels with it on a leash. So Talia's affections had Thea's wolf pulling at the leash.

"I am not Danika." The wolf growled softly at Talia's light bite that wasn't even going to turn red. Danika had rules to follow, an image to maintain...Thea did not. So the second that Talia bared her neck to her, the wolf lunged forward and bit down, not quite hard enough to draw blood but more than hard enough to leave a deep, purple bruise. "Mine." The female growled around the flesh, giving it an affectionate lick as she pulled away because she had many, many plans for this creature that was now hers. Danika might have something to say about all this later, but Thea couldn't bring herself to care. This gorgeous, sexy creature had shown submission to her and had not been marked by anyone else before coming here, in Thea's mind, the girl was as good as hers.

Eager to play with her new toy, Thea peppered a few licks and bites along Talia's neck before picking herself up into a push up and then pushing herself back onto her knees, forcing Talia's legs to fall from around her waist with her power. "On your hands and knees." Impatient to a fault when her wolf was running the show, Thea 'helped' Talia by flipping her onto her stomach and then hauling the Mage up onto her knees. The wolf tore at her trousers and underclothes, eager to taste the sweet arousal that she could already smell. Danika would have teased Talia, make her beg, make her wait, but Thea lacked any sense to do those things right now. She dove forward as soon as Talia's upturned ass and puffy pink slit was bared to her, nose nuzzling shamelessly at the mage's rear hole while the wolf hungrily lapped and devoured the other.
 
Talia had sensed the early reservations of the powerful wolf atop her, heard the tone, guessed that Thea might have been trying to maintain some decorum at first, but with some gestures picked up by the mage, and the uttering of the alpha's name to dispel any doubts about who she wanted, Talia seemed to draw the wolf out. In an instant her effort was rewarded, the gorgeous mage was moaning as teeth sank in to her flesh, the dominant action being exactly what she had wanted, and her desires surging forward more than they already had. After all, Talia was exhausted and that had reduced her inhibitions, but desire for Thea hadn't been the problem, courage had, so the moment it started the mage was resolute. The mark she now wore, one she was fully aware meant a great deal to wolves, was one she accepted with glee, and she gave a small pleased noise after. If only Talia knew more about wolf culture, about what to do and the other gestures to make. For the moment she had to deal with limited knowledge and do her best to please the aggressive alpha pressing down in to her, a shiver running up her spine at the thought.

What surprised Talia the most was just how strong Thea was, the beautiful guard ridding herself of the mage's legs in an instant and leaving her looking up with an excited smile, clearly indulging in just how different Thea was from Danika. She really did like Danika, she adored her, but something in her was resonating with Thea more readily than she could with the princess. It was to the point where the words 'On your hands and knees' had her so turned on she almost lost it, only saved by Thea taking it upon herself to flip her in to position, pulling her incredible ass up and removing any obstacle in her path. Talia truly was gorgeous, her slightly exotic look only serving to accentuate the slender form that hid deceptive strength and athleticism, her feminine curves often hidden behind armor or over sized clothing but clear and pronounced when said obstructions were removed. Unlike the wolves who took pride in their wounds for humans and mages scars were less celebrated, and Talia had few to speak of, and even those were difficult to pick out after healing magic took care of it. Without knowing, without actually seeing Talia in combat, she would appear more like a maiden than a warrior, and yet she was strong, and more than a little courageous. Yet here, in front of Thea she was absolutely submissive, a small moan even gracing her lips as she shook her ass in the wolf's face.

Talia went as far as raising her ass even further once on her hands and knees, her beautiful body pressing against the mattress, breasts squished to the soft, Thea scented, mat. Thea's scent was fantastic, and she let out a muffled moan as she pressed her face to mat, her body quivering half due to the tongue eagerly devouring her and also from the smell, the smell of the woman she had been admiring. She felt a little dirty, lusting after the princess' guard when she 'belonged' to the princess, but there was a clear difference between claims and the second teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck she couldn't even considering restraint. The only thing that made her nervous was the inexperience Danika had slowly been coaxing out of her. Talia could last a bit longer, a lot longer, but as Thea switched from licks to more... Exploratory actions, she knew her lack of carnal knowledge was revealed, her tight entrance requiring effort to even accommodate a tongue. She wasn't as embarrassed by her experiences after being with Danika, but she still stiffened a bit, looking back from her position on her hands and knees, eyes quivering with need, looking towards Thea for a response.
 
One single lick was all it took for Thea to be sure that she would never taste anything as delicious as Talia ever again. The mage’s arousal was different from a wolf’s; delicate almost…like no matter how many frenzied licks she took, she would never be able to pinpoint the exact flavor note that was driving her wild. Perhaps the mage sensed her plight, or maybe Talia was just a natural at behaving like a bitch in heat, because Thea was soon humming in approval as Talia pushed her rear up higher. The submissive mage was giving the wolf an even better angle so that her long tongue could make an attempt at pushing past her entrance. Eager to get a taste of Talia’s delicious arousal straight from the source, Thea stiffened her tongue and tried to plunge forward…only to meet a lot of resistance. Talia was tight, so tight that Thea wasn’t even sure if she would be able to use more than a single slender finger on the female’s pussy.

Unclaimed… The thought of this mage never having been properly claimed sent a hard pulse between Thea’s legs. Thea wanted her, wanted her so badly that her entire body began to ache as she tried to hold herself back. It’s too soon…I might scare her off if I claim her right now. Besides, I have no right- Goddess, why does she look at me like that? Catching sight of those pleading purple eyes looking back at her made all of Thea’s rationalizing useless. In that moment she knew that she needed to be inside of the mage, be the first to fill that dripping wet sex and make her bitch howl. Talia was entirely too quiet for her liking, training that was probably due to Danika’s need for discretion. Danika… The thought of another wolf touching what clearly was now hers was enough to snap the final threads of Thea’s control.

Before she could even offer Talia a warning or explain herself, Thea was pulling away, getting enough distance between them so that she could tear off her clothes as her body began to shift, revealing the sleek, dark brown wolf from days ago…but now without the tatters of clothes to hide her form, Talia would get a good look at every bit of her…especially the addition between her legs. Thea’s wolf was both male and female; she still had lovely, perky breasts and a wonderfully luscious, feminine ass, but where her slit should be was now a thick, throbbing cock.

Gold eyes hungrily roved over the beautiful body of her bitch before finally settling upon her petaled open sex. One strong hand came to rest on Talia’s hip, the wolf’s grip firm but not forceful as she tried to keep the human from squirming too much. The other hand had taken hold of her shaft and she guided her cock forward, groaning loudly as warmth and wetness coated the sensitive tip. Talia felt so good, and Thea wasn’t even buried inside of her yet, but she was going to rectify that problem very, very soon. Picking a pace that felt agonizingly slow for her but probably far too fast for Talia, the wolf began to press forward, easing her massive member into hot silk. The grip on Talia’s hip tightened, hard enough to bruise as she felt the mage’s barrier. “Mine…” Thea rumbled out the word, a promise that Talia was going to be hers as she pushed forward, taking the mage’s innocence and moaning once again as she sunk in deeper and deeper, forcing Talia’s tight channel to accept her so that she could pick up a pace that would make her bitch howl. Thea was going to prove how unlike Danika she really was, and she was going to start by making Talia be loud enough so that the entire camp knew who the slave really belonged to.
 
Talia's sexuality was ever evolving. Weeks ago she had been a woman who believed herself to be forward, inexperienced but rather bold within mage society. Her girlfriends had all been lovely people, but she had never attracted anyone exceptional, and each of them had been similarly lost when it came to their desires for women. At that time Talia had believed it normal, lived knowing her preference but with a very disappointing expectation of what things were like between those of the same gender. Then Danika entered her life, and in a strange twist of fate had gone from her number one enemy, a woman she had done her very best to kill, to a very special existence. The mage cared for her, had been seduced and introduced to the real pleasure of being with another woman, coaxed into having some confidence. She had a special place for the princess, and while feverish lust didn't quite define her attachment to Danika, a soft affection did, she wanted to protect her, to be around her. Thea was different. It had been subtle at first but after several meetings with the High Guard she had grown interested, a much darker and depraved want had developed, and as if the opposite of her intimate affections for the kind Danika, her feelings for Thea were more primal. It was as if something intangible was telling her to be with the wild wolf, giving her a hint of what Thea could give her.

When Talia watched Thea turn she stiffened up a bit, but after a moment felt herself start to relax, thrilled even. While she hadn't expected the addition between Thea's legs she wasn't disappointed or scared, it almost felt like she had expected an out of the ordinary occurrence, the physical part of Thea's wild aura. It was as if Talia had been waiting for Thea, to allow Thea to take her innocence and drag her in to depravity. Even then, the thick throbbing cock wasn't the only sight. The mage knight was taking in the muscular form, embedding it in to her memory, almost purring at the strength that emanated from her form. Talia didn't have a true preference but strong women, they were attractive, strength was needed to protect those you loved and part of the mage's struggle to be strong was for that very reason. It was also the reason she had agreed to assist Danika, she was using anything she could to protect people she cared about, even if she would be branded a traitor for it. Besides, she already felt closer to Danika and Thea than she did to most of the mage's in her previous life... Probably because of how transparent and honest wolves were, mages simply danced around their feelings, it led to shallow relationships.

Wolves weren't like that, at least not the two she had become involved with, and she gave Thea one small smile before turning her head forward and relaxing, the hand on her hip an odd comfort as she waited, slow deep breaths preparing Talia for the large cock between Thea's legs. The moment Thea actually started pushing in Talia had to bite down on the mattress, fingers squeezing at anything they could and a deep groan was muffled by the fabric. Thea was so big, so hot, ever slight movement was spreading Talia open, making the slight discomfort when Danika used several fingers seeming so stupid. All the mage could do was take it, using all of her willpower to endure, knowing how this worked, knowing the first time could hurt, but knowing she had chose the right person. 'Mine' The one word have Talia light headed, her body loosening as much as it could, offering itself to Thea, but being interrupted as the mage cried out, using the mattress as much as she could to avoid everyone in the entire camp from hearing the moment she lost her virginity. It hurt so badly, and didn't stop even as Thea continued, but the mage wasn't going to let a bit of being ruin the night with her wolf, and she grit her teeth, waiting for the pleasure she had always heard about, and in the meantime focusing on the pleasant feeling of Thea's burning member inside of her, being filled by the wolf a different kind of satisfying than an orgasm, but still satisfying. Thea was her first... Nobody else had ever taken her, plunged inside of her.
 
Thea felt like she was going to pass out as she pushed inch after inch of her throbbing member into hot silk. Talia’s folds felt amazing around her, rippling around her cock as though trying to draw her in further. “Hnnfgf…” The guard whined when she finally bottomed out, her hips pressed firmly against Talia’s pert rear end and left with nowhere else to go. She struggled to hold still, just for a moment, knowing that her virgin lover would need a minute to adjust…but when she felt Talia’s folds squeeze around her as the mage exhaled, the wolf’s control snapped. She couldn’t hold still, not when there was this beautiful creature underneath her with an absolutely amazing pussy. Both hands grabbed firmly onto the mage’s hips, holding her still as Thea pulled out, leaving only the very tip of her cock inside of Talia’s tight channel, and then slamming forward with a relieved groan as she was enveloped in heat again.

“If. You. Keep. Muffling. Your. Moans. I’m. Going. To. Fuck. Your. Ass. And. Make. You. Howl.” Every word was punctuated with a near brutal thrust as Thea panted out the empty threat. As tempting as it was to claim Talia’s rear, the wolf wouldn’t do it, not without a lot of oil and a lot of time for preparation. But she still lightly threatened the mage anyways because she wanted to hear her…and more than that, she wanted everyone else to know that this female was hers. To help remove Talia’s inhibitions, the wolf angled her thrusts, making the flared tip of her cock drag over Thea’s sensitive spot with every draw back.

It wasn’t long before Thea had to cum, it had been months since she had been with anyone and so the guard was a little more sensitive than usual. Plus Talia wasn’t helping matters by being so wonderfully tight and submissive. The guard knew she should pull out though…she really needed to pull out… but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Talia felt too good, and the guard’s wolf wanted desperately to mark her bitch. No one would touch Talia if she came inside of her, they would all know that the girl belonged to a ferocious Alpha wolf just by her change in scent… With that thought, Thea unraveled, hips slamming forward as she came, liquid heat shooting up the length of her cock and filling her lover’s tight little hole.

One orgasm was not enough, especially for a wolf with a male half that wasn’t bound by the restrictions of one male climax. As soon as she had emptied all of her arousal into Talia, she started thrusting again, eager to make her new lover cum so many times that she passed out. Danika was not the type of woman to fuck her playthings into unconsciousness, and Thea wanted to draw a firm distinction between the two of them so that Talia could choose one of them…hopefully her, because Thea could get used to this.
 
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