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The Big Good Wolf (Frogger/Campion)

"No. I will not." How else is she meant to look at their new relationship? How else does he expect her to be? Rieka no longer expects to have a mate that wants to touch her, to please her, nor does she entertain the notion of having pups of her own. No, it is best to bury such... fantasies in the past, and look on towards the future.

It was not long until the sweet scent of burning pine banished the scent of decay and rot, though it did little to ease her mind. Rieka lingered by the entrance to the cave, her eyes scanning the skies for any potential threats. His magic was impressive and saved them a bit of time and effort... but it could bring about the wrong kind of attention as well, if they are not careful. Dark green eyes glanced over his way as he spoke of her being distant, of her sharing... the ways of the werewolf, her perspective of things.

"Why?" Rieka asked, not bothering to beat about the proverbial bush. "Why do you need to make this trip about us? It is for your safety that we crossed this ravine, that we have embarked on this journey." Rieka went to join him by the fire, though she did not accept his hand of invitation... nor did she feel the need to share with him about the Pack. "You know everything that needs to be known about me, do you not?" Rieka asked, lifting her hands to the fire... eyes drawn to the flickering flames, to the colors and the hunger. "I do not know what else to tell you. I... appreciate that you wish to know more, but... I do not know what to tell you." Rieka shook her head, just to frown. "As my mate, you are now Alpha. It is the male that is Alpha. It is up to you, now, what happens next." It is ridiculous that he knows so little, and yet insists on pushing... and pushing, and pushing.
 
He listened to her and shook his head. "Well, if I'm Alpha, then sit down and really try to listen to me. You want me to grow up? I'm trying. Part of that means planning, and caring for others who matter to me. Rieka, you've spent so long worrying about me and my needs. Well, I worry about you...how shut down you are. How you can't face your own feelings or listen to your heart. Why do you think I wanted you for my mate? To just fuck you each day? While making love to you is a thought that makes my heart ache, even more so I want to be with you, please you...I want to make you happy, but sometimes that means you telling me how to do it...I'm a lot of things, but no mind reader. I want to love on you...to make you laugh for a change. To do little things that make you smile and to be there in your successes and failures. I want to be your man and your mate. Your husband and your lover.

I get that Dad is gone. Dammit, you don't think I feel that? But I truly believe he would be happy if the two people he cared about were together. He was like that. You accepted me as mate...but I will not accept what you had with him. Cool separate room mates of convenience won't do it. I want you...all of you. the passion, the glee, the anger, the frustration. I know you love me...so just love me with no reservations. That's what I want to give you.

Is that such a terrible thing? To look forward to years of love and caring...and family. Yes, I want to fill you with our children...but from now on, if you can't give me the basic desires that any woman should have for her husband, then I will just count my self as your servant...not your Alpha. Because you won't let me provide the love you deserve for being the most incredible thing that ever happened in my life! I love you! The way you are acting...so uncaring...it should make me want to hate you, but I love you and I want you and you only."

Now he was crying. "So if you don't want me, just say so. In the morning I'll leave and you won't expect to ever see me alive again. But oh Rieka, please, please...if you want me, TELL ME! Because I want, need and love you!"
 
Rieka had to fight not to sigh, because… this is the reason why she has reservations. Not once, not twice… but several times now, he has promised that if she does not comply with his desires, his needs… he will leave, and likely commit suicide. How is that meant to make her feel? How can she go into this relationship without… a touch of resentment? “I have told you,” Rieka replied at great length, her dark green eyes focusing on nothing in particular, “I am your mate. I am more concerned with your survival than… my happiness. I just… I wish you would stop insisting I change the way I look at you, the way I am. Passion? I have not felt anything of the sort in… years. Anger? I refrain from feeling it, because when I am angry… I have a tendency to lash out. Frustration? I know that in spades as of right now.” Rieka looked to him at long last, just to shake her head and release the sigh she was fighting not to let out earlier.

“Do you not realize how much I care? The sight of you crying makes my heart ache. It calls to my maternal instincts. I want to wrap you in my arms and cradle you close, to soothe the hurt. And yet… I am afraid to do so, because… it may very well offend you. I know that you are trying to ‘grow up’, and I do not want to… injure your male ego or pride. I do not see why you want me. I just… I know once we are safe, once you are able to go out without fear for your life, mingle with other girls… you will lost interest in the werewolf your father married for political reasons.”

How else can she explain herself? Does he want her to… hand her heart over on a silver platter? Rieka switched her attention to the flickering flames before them… once again losing herself in the bright orange and yellow licking hungrily at the air. “I do not want you to regret this,” she told him in a low murmur. “Many will look down on you, if you were to tell… that you had been with a werewolf. I am not going to damage your reputation because of a… lapse in judgment. I wish you could see I do care, that I do love you. If you cannot see this for yourself, what is the point of your being my mate?”

It is harsh, but it is the truth. Rieka could not resist reaching out and touching his cheek, or having her eyes meet his. “I love you. I do. I love you… so much. I just refuse to ruin your life.” Leaning in, Rieka gently pressed a kiss to his other cheek.
 
He really tried to listen and as she spoke of cradling him, soothing him, it was all he could do not to rush into her arms.
"Rieka...I've tried to tell you this so many times...for once listen and trust me. I have not really liked any of the girls I've met other than you. They all wanted me for my cock and my cum. None of them saw past that. But you, you are the only one who DOESN'T want my cock! You want me for love...to care for me. No one else in this world is willing to do that or will ever be likely to show the incredible level of devotion that you do."

He slid over close to her and hugged her waist, leaning his head on her shoulder. "You risk yourself for me. You work to make me safe and fed. That's real love and I do love you so much for it. You think I'll lose interest in you? Rieka, my interest in you has only growth over the last seven years. Ever more and more. I have not told you and did not dare tell my father, but I resented how distant he was from you. It hurt to see you kept at arms difference as a political ally and no more, when you have always been this amazing woman. I regret many things, but loving you is something I never could regret."

Then he sat back and pointed at her, his finger lifting and lowering. "From a point of attraction...Rieka, have you really looked at yourself. You are pretty much perfect in form. But you don't care and just accept it. Other girls try to tease and play mental games. With you, I may not always like your answers...like right now, but I trust you will be honest with me, and that makes me want and love you even more."

He sighed as she kissed his cheek. "I am well away what foolish people think about Werewolves. I also know what they think about males. I'm already a second class citizen, but with you I have someone who cares for my rights and even helps me fight for them. Will you keep me a child who shuns hard decisions and conflict? I don't think so. You raised me better than that. Oh, I'm not an idiot...I'm not going to get on a box and shout at the markerplace about equal rights, but I will stand up for both of us when I can, because you taught me that."
He lay down in her lap and hugged himself to her waist and thigh. "Rieka...you have not been me. My father understood this part...as soon as someone with talent sees me, they know what I am. I may as well carry a brand on my cheeks. I will be seen as a commodity. I have no reputation to ruin. I'm going to be considered a slut and a tool anywhere I go. I can't change that view. Being with a Werewolf will actually give those people pause, because if I'm with you, there is danger in harming or offending me that's obvious. They won't know that I'm a fairly powerful spellcaster.
Rieka, I'm being completely selfish in some ways. Ruin my life? Being with you is my only chance to actually HAVE a life that isn't miserable. But that's not why I choose you.
He looked up at her. "I choose you because you are good. You care. You love. You are loyal. And most importantly I have loved you so much for some time that it made my chest ache. Now I can have you for my own and I'm not going to let some misguided ideas you have ruin my one chance with you.
I accept you as you are, with all the bigotry that will be aimed at you. With your anger, and your shells you've built around yourself. I won't quit until I have made you not just my mate, but my lover in all the wonderful meanings of that word. Now...it's getting late...so as your mate and Alpha, I need you to relieve me so I'll sleep well and warmly next to you tonight. You don't want to make love, so would you please just suck me off, then hold me tightly so I can feel all that love in your hugs that's been there ever since you decided to make me your own."
 
Is that so? Rieka knows not what to think of his words, only that he has said many things she will have to consider… just not right now.

A hand passed over his head lovingly, the fingers playing over the soft threads while she delved deep into her thoughts… though only for a moment. Dark green eyes looked to him, and despite the fact there are many a question lurking in their depths… she dared not give any a voice. How can she answer him? In his heart, he believes his love to be true. Not only does Colin believe he loves her, but that… she is the one who can provide him with the happiness he seeks.

Sooner or later, he will come to realize she is not the answer. Rieka finds it flattering he sees her as attractive, that he has… harbored such feelings for so long, and yet… how can she allow herself to care for him as more than a mother? It will end in naught but disaster. A hand lingering on his cheek, Rieka did not speak of the thoughts plaguing her, but instead bestowed him with a small smile. “Sweetheart… I…” At a loss for words, she decided to let it slide for the time being, and focus on what requires her attention: satisfying him. Rieka knows not if she can open her heart to him as of yet… not if it means possibly getting hurt.

How pathetic. It is out of fear she is not allowing him to get too close. If it was on his behalf she does so, her actions may be thought of as noble, selfless… however, it is not just for him she is keeping him at a distance. Rieka had come to terms with the way things were with his father years ago. Their marriage was meant to elevate his status, to make his voice heard… not only that, but to bring to attention the fact werewolves are not the beasts everyone makes them out to be.

“Come. I shall relieve you, so your need does not keep you up tonight.” This is the least she can do. It shall not be long, after all, before he comes to realize his mistake. Rieka first decided to check outside, as to see if there are any sentries about… or anything that which is out of the ordinary. It appears nothing is out of place, however. A brisk breeze keeps whistling on past, leaving her somewhat chilled… but then again, that could very well be the unsettling sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes untangling the inky black that has fallen, Rieka turned away as to… resolve the problem close at hand.

“Will my… sucking you be satisfactory? If you wish to make love, I have no objections. I told you before: it matters not to me.” Rieka has not had to engage in the act of intimacy in quite a while, but she suspects she will suffice, if it comes to it. All sex needs is a smooth rhythm of the hips, after all. For a brief moment, their eyes met… and if she did not know any better, she could have sworn her heart flipped over inside her chest, strangely enough. It makes no sense. An odd feeling prickling along her skin… something not unlike awareness, Rieka went through the motions of taking off the harness and everything else.

It was not long before she is kneeling before him… between his knees, though of course she had to wait until he was free of his confinements that is his clothes. Rieka did not dare look at his cock, however… instead choosing to look him in the eye.

Does he truly see her this way? Does Colin want her because she cares? Because she does not see him as a source of power, but as a man? It is difficult to tell. Rieka lifted a hand in order to brush pieces of hair from her eyes, now unable to look at him in all her speculation… though the alternative was not much easier.

“Are you ready?” Rieka asked of him, gently spreading his legs wider for the sake of comfort on her part. Does he want her to climb atop him? To pierce her body with his cock? If he wishes it so, he needs to speak now, or else regret it until the next time he needs release...
 
"Oh Rieka, you were always so attentive to my needs at home. I could not ever have asked for a woman who cared for me more. You know, having you as my mate now, I appreciate even more that your natural desire is to protect and nurture me."
She undressed him and even with her hesitation, there seemed to be a hidden excitement. He heard her words, asking him if he wished to make love so invitingly. This poor woman had served pack, arranged husband, son, and now mate. But who would serve her needs that she'd bound away for so long.

"Saying no to your deep were mouth is always going to be hard for me...so please just take me to the root to wet me well. As you've said, you don't care and I don't expect your womanhood to be wet, juicy and willing for me, so you need to get me nice and slick and extra hard to go in...yes, my darling mate, protector, caregiver...if you don't mind, I want to make love to you. To fill your womanhood fully and be joined with you in the closest way. Once I am slick and dripping, please put me in you. Since you don't mind, may I please also practice my lovemaking skills? May I tease your clit, and caress and suckle your breasts? I should stay in practice. So tell me what feels best, even if you don't really care either way. Direct my hands and mouth and press me against you to encourage me."
He could only hope that she would then be able to take her pleasure under this screen of preparing him for marriage to another. All he wanted, apart from his relief, was to pleasure her and make her happy, even if she would not admit it.
 
“I understand you need to stay in practice, I just believe it best if you practice your… love-making skills… on a partner who…” It is difficult to find the right words, especially being that Rieka finds it just as difficult to refuse him. Dark green eyes studied him for a good minute or so… that is, until she let out a sigh.

How can she tell him no? It seems he is finally considering the idea of preparing himself for another mate… however, in the meantime, it also seems he is going to insist on continuing… this. Rieka used this opportunity to brush threads of hair from her face, though it was just a sad attempt to distract herself for the time being… to mentally prepare herself for what is to come.

Perhaps it is best not to think about it. After a while, Colin will grow tired of her, pursue a pretty human female to take as his mate, and then she will take on the role of his stepmother again. It is only a matter of time. Rieka did not provide him with any answers to his questions, but instead chose to lick at his cock over and over… to make it ache and throb with her efforts to relieve him. At one point or another, Rieka took all of him into her mouth, as he asked her to do. It is strange, though. It has been a very long time since she has engaged in such activities -before Colin, that is- and yet… it was natural to let her thoughts drift, to let her body take over. It was not until he was gasping for breath, struggling to keep himself under control, that she deemed it time. Rieka shifted back to rise up onto her feet, if only to gently push him down onto the bed.

“Do you want this still?” Rieka can see the desperate hunger in his eyes, the need throbbing between his legs. It was a ridiculous question to ask. A hand resting on his chest, Rieka placed her weight between her knees and… once she found a suitable position, lowered herself down onto his hard cock. It was… uncomfortable, being pierced after so long, but it was to be expected. Rieka did not let her pain be known, however, instead closing her eyes and focusing on the task at hand.
 
He let her gradually ruin her own arguments, not even providing a defense. If he just kept on with her, perhaps she'd eventually get to understand that he meant what he said.

Besides, his mind was soon fully occupied with her long lavish tongue which slurped and teased all over him and then the heavenly sensation of his entirety taken into her mouth. He never could describe how fantastic she was and was ever stunned that his father had not returned to her each night to receive such joy.

But when she stopped and asked, yes he wanted her...but he could see she was not prepared for him...not wet and stretched. He could have used his fingers and tongue to prepare her, but instead...

She shoved down onto him. It was so tight he could hardly move. "R-Rieka...are you OK? This isn't supposed to be bad for you...but something good to share. Why did you rush it? Is my being in you something you have to dislike?" He didn't move at all, giving her womanhood time to adjust to his filling and stretching her. Instead, he leaned up on one arm and began to lick and suckle at her breast to pleasure her while his fingers softly engaged her clit. "Mpph...If I can't make you feel good instead of bad. Then I don't want this. Please...can you not give me a chance to make this at least something you won't despise?"
 
“I… I am alright.” Rieka reassured him, though the words felt false on her tongue. Has she not told him time and time again that she expects no pleasure? That everything she does is for him, and for him alone?

No, a better question: will he ever care to listen? “I did not say this was bad, did I?” Rieka replied, a frown rippling over her features. “No. I did not. I did not say this is something I have to dislike, either. I have said not a thing.” A jolt of surprise went down her spine as he leaned up on one arm in order to pay attention to her breast with his tongue… his fingers rubbing her below.

“Colin. Please listen to me. I do not despite this.” Rieka put a hand to his shoulder, though she dared not push him back, else he may take it the wrong way. “It is neither good or bad. I told you before I have no preference if this happens or not.”

Dark green looked him in the eye, however she felt it was pointless to say anything more. It seems that he hears only what he wants to hear, and nothing else. Rieka put her other hand upon his shoulder… just to brace herself for what is to come next. “Do what you like.” It is obvious he is not going to listen to reason. If she goes along with this, he will see the error of his ways, and perhaps then he will come to his senses and think differently. Rieka clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, every muscle tense and ready for whatever he has planned for this night’s… extracurricular activity.
 
He knew her words masked what was happening. She might not despise it, but was doing it this way to avoid feeling anything good.

So he kept teasing her clit with his fingers and licking and teasing her full breasts with his mouth and other hand. Only when he began to feel her ease up below and get a little wet would he begin to move his hips at all. Granted, if she insisted on rising up and down before being ready, there was little he could do about it, but he hoped his efforts would pleasurably distract her enough to get her to maybe accept him more and get just a little pleasure from his union within her.

He paused to look up into her eyes and hugged her tightly. "Rieka...you are so wonderful...just try to have a little fun and enjoyment."
 
It is… awkward, being in this sort of position after so long of… celibacy. Yes, Rieka was married, but it was only once or twice they laid together, so it was in name alone.

Dark green avoided his, and yet it was obvious she is embarrassed… Rieka kept her hips moving, even though he refused to do the same, her hands on his shoulders. It seems he does not want to take pleasure of her body, either… because after their eyes met, despite her efforts not to let it happen… he moved in to hug her tightly. Both hands lifted, the werewolf taken by surprise with this… display of affection. Rieka struggled to find something to say, her hands gently resting on his back after a moment or so.

“Colin. Sweetheart. I am fine,” Rieka reassured him on a soft laugh. “You need this. I do not feel the same need, so I am fine providing my body for you. Please. Do what you like.” A hand patted his shoulder now, as if to encourage him.
 
Colin beamed at her as she spoke. "Oh Rieka...you are the epitome of loyal service. Don't you get that providing you pleasure makes me happy, because I love you so much? I am doing what I like. I'm stroking the woman who is so much more than any other woman. I'm tasting her puss on my fingers. I'm kneading her really amazingly large breasts and wishing she had milk, and thinking about shivingmy cock between them. I'm teasing your clit and loving how your face changes when I do so. Rieka, can I please please you? Will you just let it happen? OK, you don't need it, but I need to give it to you. So just feel what I'm doing.
You can criticize me if you like, I don't care, just show me what pleases you.
He patiently continued to play with her clit and breasts and as she moved, he slowly began to stroke within her. "You know, this is my dream...your tight puss around me. But one day...maybe it will be your dream. In the meantime, please take some joy in my happiness, because I can't even describe how awesome you feel around me."

He shook with pleasure, and bit his lip, then sucked more upon her breast. He was slowly getting close and he wanted her to feel it as well. Was there really some reason she couldn't?
 
“N-No, Colin… I…” Even if she was to protest, will he listen? Not likely. It seems Colin is persistent in his pursuit for pleasure… or rather, in his pursuit to provide her pleasure. As sweet as it is, she simply cannot allow it. Rieka’s expression crumpled as she fought to regain her composure, especially as his fingers rubbed at her down below. A hand lifted in order to hide it from him… however, doing so only brought his attention to it, thus… a moot point. “I… I take pleasure in the fact… you are taking pleasure in my body. Do not think of me, please. I wish you would listen instead of arguing with me every time I open my mouth and speak an opinion…”

Maybe that is where she has gone wrong. Perhaps it is best not to say anything, and instead…

“Fine.” Rieka tangled a hand into his hair, holding him to her breast… and, hopefully, making it to where he cannot see her face. Again she began to move atop him… their hips rubbing every so often, plunging his cock deep into her body. How did she used to sound-? Did she used to moan in times like these? Rieka cannot remember. Resignation heavy in her heart, she forced herself to moan softly above him… as if she truly is enjoying his cock, his mouth, his teeth and tongue.

If she pretends long enough, he will be lost in ecstasy… and he will not know a thing. Rieka clenched her jaw, making her hips move faster… all while gasping and moaning, holding onto him tightly.
 
Instead of arguing, he enjoyed her soft breasts as she moved on him. She didn't seem to be getting much wetter and he began to despair. Was he that bad?
He had been trained to arouse and none of the signs were on her...her cheeks were not flushed, nor did she close her eyes longer than normal. It was like she was doing it to get done with it. Like a woman surviving an assault.
He quit moving and whispered. "Rieka...I...I just don't know. I can tell you are not having a good time. I'm doing my best to try...even if you aren't attracted to me, my pleasuring you should getting SOME response. It's like you tighten up when touched. Like sexual contact is...wait...in the pack. Rieka, were you raped a lot? You don't have to answer that, but it really would explain some things between us and between you and dad. Please stop for a minute...now, lie on your tummy with your legs spread a little."
She straddled her ass and from above, slid his tip into her puss. Then he began to massage her shoulders and back, starting soft, then working deeper. "It may not be sexual pleasure, but I know you enjoy my massages, so I'm going to massage you while I'm in you, OK? When I see you so tight and cold...it makes my stomach ache for you."
 
It is pointless to argue or protest. It is pointless to offer any words against him. It seems he is not going to listen, or... anything at all, truly. Rieka released a sigh through her nose, just to let her eyes close. It is a shame everything cannot simply disappear, in the blink of an eye... Both arms slid to curl up under her head, resignation once again suffocating her. "I do enjoy your massages," she said in the softest of murmurs.

How can he not understand? As an Alpha female, it is her duty to satisfy her mate, to provide him with children... not take pleasure in their times together. It is nothing more than a formal ceremony of sorts, to carry on the line... so why must he make this about pleasure? If he is to do so, he needs to focus on his own, not hers. Rieka had her eyes open, though only to look at the far wall... at nothing in particular. Is this how things are to be between he and her from now on? Is he going to argue with her at every turn, insist on things going his way? It is almost... disheartening. Finding it better just to keep her silence, Rieka buried her face into her arms... however, she did enjoy the massage low on her shoulders, working to ease the tension there. It was very nice.
 
So Colin accepted that any pleasure she had sexually was not going to be shown to him. Very well, his massage WAS enjoyed, so he really got into it working her ass cheeks, lower and then upper back.
The entire time he was slowly working his member in and out of her puss from the back. In a way, her not enjoying it was a good thing for him as he was able to not get quite as excited, so he held out for longer.
Halfway through, when his cock was well coated with her juices, he parted her cheeks and slid into her ass. She was even tighter back there and he just hilted himself and lay atop her, switching to a head massage for her, knowing just where to rub and squeeze on her nap and on her scalp. "I'm glad that this is one thing I can do that I know you enjoy."
The tightness that enveloped him in fiery wetness was so wonderful. He only moved slightly within her and it was many minutes before he came. Then he stayed laying atop her, leaving his cock in its tight hiding place. One other advantage of her ass was that even when he eventually shrank, it was tight enough to hold him in and he slept wonderfully on her big strong body.
Morning came and with it his morning woody. So he relieved his passion once more, leaving her positively buzzing with power. So before she even got up and stretched out any morning stiffness that his mana didn't cure, he again massaged her and hugged her tightly and slowly pulled from her. "I hope that was less unpleasant than making love. Rieka, one thing we do both enjoy is hugs, and cuddling together. Anytime you want to hug or have a suspicion that I might want one, please do so. That, more than anything, shows me your wonderful love."
He cleaned himself up and looked out the entrance to a sunny day.
" I look forward to exploring this side of the mountains. Especially with my loving mate and mother to watch out for me. I may have eased my mana, but today I'm as bouncy as a puppy. Let's go see what the other side looks like and what the future holds for us together!"
 
Not once could Rieka relax throughout the night… not with him asleep on top of her, his cock buried in her ass like… a turtle nestled within its shell, or a baby bird buried in the nest that which the mother built.

As to be expected… he awoke, and his need was… raging. It was almost a desperation. Rieka confesses that the second time left her buzzing with power… however, it was not her own, and it was almost… frustrating.

To be a werewolf means she is powerful, strong -not just physically, but mentally. A female needs to be able to defend her pups, shall it ever come to that. To accept his gift implies she is weak. Rieka did not comment on the act of making love again, nor did she say anything about cuddling together or hugs. It feels like… those belong in the past, almost, as though better left buried.

Rieka cleaned herself up and looked out the entrance herself, not particularly… enchanted by the view. It is nothing in comparison to the sunrises she woke to in the forest… or by the waterfall. An obligatory smile was flashed in his direction. “Alright.” It was only a matter of minutes before their things were gathered together, so that they are ready to leave this place behind. Rieka stepped out of the cave, just to blink against the onslaught of light.

“It is not much different than the world you have come to know,” Rieka replied, knowing not just from experience, but from the stories she was often told when she was younger. “On this side of the ravine… their… opinions of werewolves are harsher. As far as I know, no one knows of someone that has your kind of abilities. Mages exist, yes, but their powers are more aligned with the elements. You will need to be careful. I will have to find a place for us to stay, and either hide this other part of me… or disappear altogether. I suppose we shall figure it out later.”

Dark green eyes moved to travel over the cliff which they have to climb down. It is not nearly as treacherous as the one behind he and her, so she was not worried.

“Come. Let us get going. I do not want to waste a moment.” Rieka glanced over at him before moving, finding that they will not need the harnesses. It should be easier to descend, and if he has difficulty… well, suffice to say she will be sorely disappointed. “Watch your step,” she warned ahead of time.
 
He was rested, relaxed and focused. Love for her beamed from him and he considered what she told him about mages. Well, he did have elemental spells and though they might not be some of the most complex ones, he could cast them at far more effect than was normal. For now, best to hide that ability unless it became imperative for their safety.

That people thought less of weres burned in him. He knew that not all weres were like her in aspect. But as an example, she was so far above the humans he knew that his view was such that weres could not be below humans.

The descent was easier in terms of physical effort...yet coming down had its own risks. A slide could get started in the loose rocks, or a footing could be less solid than it appeared. But with his new more easily attuned power, he was able to let it strengthen him and sustain him while in small amounts. So it was with apparently untiring hands and well placed feet that he followed her, matching her hand and foot holds until the incline leveled some.
He didn't expect praise, having her satisfied with his progress was its own reward.
From above there had appeared a town in the distance. Closer to level ground it hid behind large old growth trees and a fairly well maintained road ran through.
Colin knew better than to step upon it without her leave. Many roads were spelled to detect enemies and transfer that information back to a receiving point. "Rieka, I'm starting to like cliffs more. Do you want to go to the town, and are we taking this road or seeking an animal trail?"
 
Rieka expected him to complain, to have difficulty climbing down… and yet, he has proven to surprise her. Not a single word left him. In fact, it was quiet, up until the point they reached the other side. Many trees had blocked their view of a town higher up, but now that they are closer, it was easy to see the town nestled among the maples, oaks and pines.

A well-used road is nearby, but a sniff told her several spells were cast over the cobblestones, and though she has no idea what sort… it is best to avoid that entirely. Rieka shifted her eyes over onto him, once again surprised. He likes cliffs now?

Doubtful. “I do not want to go into town until we are sure it is safe,” Rieka decided, hands upon her hips. “I do not know if news have spread of us. I doubt they will know of my… human form, but if they know of you…” A frown settling over her features, Rieka turned to the path less traveled, one only animals have taken. “I suggest we approach the town… but we observe only, and in the safety of the trees. I do not recommend we do anything more than that.”

It is just not wise. Rieka is tempted to venture into town while human, but to leave him unattended...

No, it is too risky. What if someone comes across him as she seeks information? Rieka pushed aside a low branch, her eyes scanning the area for any potential threats.

“For your safety, I suggest you go by another name,” Rieka told him from over her shoulder. “I will change my name as well. I am sure we will need to forge documents under these new names, but I will figure out something in that regard. What am I to call you from this day forward, though?”
 
Colin though about it. "Call me Eric. it has a strong sound. Rieka...I think that While we are not near town, I need to practice my magic. I need to reign it in in case there is a need for me to demonstrate it or to defend us. While you are strong, would it not be wise for me to make use of my own strength?"

He hugged her and smiled. "Hmm. What to call you. Madame wonderboobs probably would not get the type of respect you want. How about 'growler at son', it would fit! OK....I get that this is kind of a serious decision, but can't I have a little fun with you?"

He hugged her form the side and grinned. "Oh come on. We've gotten far away from the kingdom, and since then, nobody else has showed up to bother us. Maybe we are clear and free. I know we can't assume that, but can't we at least have a little fun? I know I still have many lessons to be taught, but here I am, travelling with the woman I love, getting to see new things together. I mean...overall, it's a good thing."
 
Eric? Hm. It will work. It is a somewhat… bland name in her opinion, but is that not the point? Rieka stole a glance at him from over her shoulder, just to look ahead, considering his words. It is not a terribly bad idea. It seems his magic has grown stronger, and it is important he learns how to control it… especially if something were to happen.

Rieka had to pause and give her son a look, just to roll her eyes and sigh. “You do realize we have crossed into another land illegally? Neither one of us have documents. It will be easy for someone to pull us off to the side because we appear ‘suspicious’, only to drag us off to jail because of just that. We may be far away from the Kingdom… however, this is no time to relax.” What is she to call herself-?

“I need a name that does not call attention onto myself,” Rieka decided at long last. “I suppose I will go by ‘Margaret’. It is a nice enough name to go by.” What are they to do now, though? It is not as if she can venture into town and gather information… not until she shifts, not until she is in decent clothes. Even if she was to do that, she cannot leave him alone… Rieka frowned, not entirely sure what to do as of right then.
 
'Eric' winced. Yeah, it really was serious...still laughter helped with worry in his opinion.

"Margaret? That would be a good name for a records keeper. Erm, or for a valiant warrior defending her son, I suppose." He really didn't want to irk her that much. "Let's move away from the road further and try to find someplace where I can practice spells reasonably safely. He began to back away from the road, then turned and headed into a more forested area. Straight forest was no good for what he had in mind, but for now it offered concealment.

About half a mile on he found what he was seeking. There was a stream tumbling down a ravine, and the trees here looked damp from the spray.

OK. Spells. Something harmless. He stripped to his underwear and tried to do a strength spell upon himself, using only about a little effort. The result was a little agonizing as muscles exploded all over him. He didn't increase in height, but was now around 300 lbs of ripped power. Annnnd...there was so much muscle he could hardly move. "OK...that was a little too much, maybe?" His hips had expanded so quickly that his underwear had torn off, and he was glad that the penis was not a muscle or he'd have been ludicrous.

Crouching slowly, and letting the massive musculature stretch, he picked up the defunct undies. "Re-Margaret. Can you count the passage of time approximately for me. I need to know whether the spells last the same amount of time, or whether the duration has also increased. I'm afraid to cast weakness upon myself, so I'd rather wait."

He did concentrate on his underwear and did a permanent spell. He imagined the underwear new and unworn, but very soft. Then he cast a mend spell. The result was a luxurious pair of cotton underwear. "That's a permanent spell. It won't wear off. Hmm...let me try..." He imagined a cloak for her and drew from the deadwood along the bank, the grasses and the weeds in the water. Creation spells were the toughest. A cloak did appear, seamless as though woven. And most of the grass, some of the weed in the water and all the deadwood disappeared. It was a little stiffer than he expected. "This would work better if I had some cotton or wool to start with. But at least you have a cloak that doesn't look bad.

It was around an hour and a half later that the strength spell wore off and he was able to put on the new underwear. "That spell used to last only around ten minutes or so for me, so I'm at eight to tenfold duration...on that spell", he quickly abridged.

Now for an elemental spell. Not fire...not til he was sure. He cast the lowest of the cold spells and where he might expect a the frost finger to form a little ice for a moment on some wet rocks, the area he pointed froze in around a three foot radius. There were some loud pops under the ice, which split as the water sodden rocks split in multiple places to relieve the internal pressure of the water expansion. "Um...that might be an effective weapon...or at least a salable work of value to freeze a butcher's meat to keep it. But cast on a person..."

He was getting a little tired, but not exhausted. So he stood back a little further and did a flame finger cantrip towards the same area. It was like the fiery outflow from an opened forge and over the ten seconds the spell ran, he saw the ice melting and was smart enough to quickly point it at different areas in the water. If freezing a rock made it crack, he didn't want to see what instantly heating it to boiling would do.

Suddenly, he realized he felt a little drained, like he'd been exercising his soul. "...Margaret." Hah, he remembered. "I should lie down a bit. While I could push myself further, I'm not sure what that would do to me after. The amount of power I just put out would be tough for a senior journeyman to match. If I get a little more control, my power will be masterclass...but not yet my precision. Once I've rested, I think another attempt at clothes for you. If you can hunt something, I can make you boots and soft gloves I think. And the fur off it with the other available components would make you a good dress. Yeah, I know you don't like wearing them, but would it not be wise to appear somewhat well to do instead of street rats?
I was thinking that a traveling mage might not get bothered for papers, and he could vouch for his companion...um, as beautiful and shapely as you are, maybe a courtesan...or his wife?"

He lay back on a head sized flat rock and was instantly out, the drain on him catching up. When he awakened, he was needing release...but not as much as usual. So that was a side effect. Nervously, he looked around for Rieka/Margaret.
 
It all seems so tedious. Rieka does not understand why mages have to rely on magic so.

Do they have no other skills, other than? As a werewolf, she relies on her senses. It is her nose that alerts her if there is danger, her hearing, and it is her claws that eliminate the danger. It just seems magic is… tricky. Rieka released a soft sigh once his… for lack of better words, demonstration of power was over, just to shake her head and place her hands upon her hips. “How can I leave you in this state?” she grumbled under her breath. “You are defenseless. I am not going to have someone discover you while I am hunting.”

Another shake of her head, and Rieka went to find shelter under a nearby oak, leaning back against it and looking up at the piece of sky she can see through the leaves up above.

The air is heavy with the scent of wild honeysuckle, lavender and lilac… and it is so peaceful here. It is tempting to close her eyes, if only for a moment, to bask in the quiet… Rieka rolled her shoulders to rid herself of the temptation, and instead let out a sigh, her arms crossing over her breasts now. To mark the passage of time, Rieka began to tap a finger on her bicep… however, it only served to make her impatient and restless. A frustrated growl residing in the back of her throat, she pushed away to rid herself of some energy.

Luckily, she did not have to endure her own company for very long. He awoke after a brief nap, and after gathering his senses, looked for her… the sharp scent of nerves exuding from his skin. Rieka could not resist laughing, though… she did refrain from doing so for just a heartbeat or two, so she can enjoy the moment while it lasts. A step had her breaking free of the shadows and bathed in warm sunlight.

“Must you worry so over me? I can take care of myself,” she spoke, amusement evident in her words. It even persuaded forth a small smile, the likes of which he has not seen in a very long time. “I will not be hurt so easily. I did not go hunting, but that is only because you fell asleep and if I was to leave, you would be defenseless.” Rieka knelt before him and… reaching out, playfully flicked the tip of his nose. “I shall go hunting now. I do not know what is in the area, so it may take me a while, but I promise to return before sunset. In the meantime, can you make arrangements as to where we are to sleep for tonight? I am fine with sleeping under the stars, but I realize the ground is very uncomfortable… and I would rather not wake with a stiff back in the morning.”

Rieka put both hands on her knees before rising, her eyes drawn to a noise off to their left… however, it was nothing more than birds hidden in the bush. It was not long until it broke free, a flash of red flying into the air and far, far away. A hand lifted to shield her eyes from the sunlight threatening to blind her.

“Where to go first-?” It is not wise to venture too close to the town, or else they may notice something out of the ordinary. It is best she goes further out, so no one comes across her as she hunts. Rieka lifted her nose to sniff, closing her eyes. It seems there are deer nearby… and though one or two will be enough to feed he and he tonight, there may not be enough fur for him to work with to make clothing out of. Does she need to go after something bigger-? No, no. It is best to see what is out there first before deciding anything. Rieka unleashed yet another sigh.

“Can I trust you to stay safe while I am gone?” Rieka asked of him. “Oh, and… if Margaret is not a suitable name, call me whatever you like. I have no preference. It has to be a name I can introduce myself as to others. It does not necessarily mean I have to go by it when it is just you and me.” A nonchalant shrug rolling through her shoulders now, Rieka turned away from him so she may go into the forest and track their dinner.
 
"You know this isn't about defending yourself or taking care of yourself. Are you trying to bait me Rieka? Look, I have some skills that can help us fit in. If I can make upperclass clothes for us, we might not need to fight, and can actually trade for goods and sleep in an inn. It will be obvious that we are foreigners, but if I can make us powerful, dangerous foreigners to mess with, then we might not get bothered. Does any of this not make sense?"

His nap had invigorated him back up to a safe level of power, and he nodded with an eyeroll when she asked if he'd stay safe. "If anyone dangerous comes by, I'll hit them with shock to kill them and you can eat them when you get back." He was teasing, but he also knew that in were form, her definition of OK foods was a little broader.

So he let her go hunting, and he found a very large old pine tree growing against a cliff wall. It's thick needle-laden branches would screen them from casual view. After shaking down any dead needles, he cleared out all the needles from the ground, leaving a layer of pine duff. Next to the cliff face, which over hung slightly, there was about eight feet clearance. Any rain or snow would not get in and the pine made a natural wind break.

He removed the rocks from the ground and then replaced the needles into a six inch thick soft mat once a blanket was laid over it. This would be a pleasant bed. The rocks he'd pulled from the ground were laid in a double ring and he placed some of the flatter ones in the center to cast a warm spell upon. as expected, the spell turned the rocks red hot and he was able to get a pot of water quickly boiling over them...all without a hint of smoke or steam. Soon he had some herbs in water boiled into a passable tea and he waited for her to return. He'd be able to roast meat over the hot rocks as well.

As the day waned, 'Eric' realized that he was getting a real ache in his groin. While he might have been able to lessen the mana buildup, his body was still overproductive in other ways. Normally he'd have needed release in the morning, but now he'd been able to wait. He almost masturbated, but then reconsidered. If he was Alpha truly, part of her place was to ease his needs. So when she returned, he'd hold out until after dinner, then instruct her to take his seed in whichever way was easiest for her.
You know....if he was Alpha, couldn't he order her to try to take pleasure in their coupling? Would that be wrong. He pondered this for some time.
 
“Mm-hmm.” Rieka rolled her eyes, not in the least bit fazed. Her mate and stepson is… one that takes offense at the smallest remark, after all. It will be but a waste to linger on this. A hand lifted to gesture in his direction, just a wave, nothing more. “I shall return once I have acquired our dinner.” It should not take overly long, but… it could take a while, considering she is not altogether familiar with their new home. Rieka disappeared into the forest… the shadows devouring her whole.

Deer are abundant. Their scent is thick here, but will one be enough? It matters not if her clothes are of the ‘upperclass’, at least not to her. Rieka prefers to keep her claws sharp… and being of nobility again may… or may not… dull her senses. It is just… It would give him and her both a false sense of security. It will tempt them to be comfortable… and she cannot allow herself to do such a thing.

No, it matters not of the pelt. If it provides him the means of clothes suitable to wear into this new town… she will be fine with that. Rieka does not require that she adopts the appearance of some noble woman. It was his idea, not hers. Besides. It would be a shame to waste meat, if she were to kill not one beast but two or three. It is suspicious to travel about with so great a supply, especially since it will not last long, as it is.

Red began to touch the horizon when she returned, a large buck over her shoulder. Rieka was not altogether surprised he had made them a place to sleep for the night, being that she asked he do so before leaving… however, she did not expect the scent of tea to tease her nose. “Hello,” she greeted with a small dip of her head, just for the deer to hit the ground next to him with a loud thunk. “Did you have any trouble while I was gone?” It appears not. There is no scratches on him, no injuries to speak of. Rieka did not have any difficulty taking down the deer, either… thus, everything went as planned, it seems.

It did not take very long to strip the beast of its pelt, to pass hands from her to him. Rieka sat down to strip the meat off the bone, so it can cook over the rocks. At one point or another, Rieka let herself return to her human form… thus, dark brown fur disappeared from view, the fangs… the feral beauty. Her clawd did remain, however, that way she can take care of their dinner properly.
 
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