Thread: Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Arlann prided herself on being able to manipulate Mara, not only to get what she wanted but also just to make her friend react in exciting ways. It wasn't a malicious thing, not really. In fact, when they were kids she had used it to spend more time with Mara and keep her friend thinking about her... It was a bit deranged in a way but she had been an odd teen, and Mara had been the center of her happiness back then, which was why losing her had hit Arlann so hard. Those skills, originally designed for, more or less, good purposes, were quite useful at getting Mara riled up, using small pockets of knowledge about wolves to have her wolf growling and half ready to turn and claim her spot at the top if need be. Arlann had no intention of fighting, even if she had proven her strength the night before in front of the entire ballroom of alphas. No, she didn't have any desire to be the dominant one in their relationship, enjoying the teasing and taunting and what it led to when she played the more flexible role. Oooo, you're going to bring her in on it? And here I was only thinking of giving her a show. She grinned biting Mara quite hard to push it once more, giving devious eyes that almost asked for punishment. Guess I don't mind though, she is scrumptious. Arlann licked her lips, gently running her hand along the strap-on once it graced her powerful mate. As she started to get dragged along, Mara as insistent as she expected her horny lover to be, she let her magic seep out into the toy, the emptiness of her threat revealing itself with a little grin, though increasing the sensitivity was Mara's punishment... She would be moaning and moaning, a mess in front of her little beta. As Arlann was draped over the arm of the couch she found herself in one of the most tantalizing positions she had ever been in. There was Mara behind her, equipped with a very lifelike, incredibly sensitive cock and already feeling the need to release the strength of her wolf out of irritation. Then, in front of her, definitely not losing to her mate, was Sammie. She was adorable, smooth pale skin, a small frame and nervous ticks that made her seem even more fragile than she appeared at first glance. She was so nervous though, her little hands fidgeting, and the excitement present on her features was struggling against her anxiety at the situation. Sammie... Relax. I'll take very good care of you. Even while bent across the couch arm she let her hand reach forward and grasp Sammie's, giving her a gentle squeeze and a smile before letting her own carnivorous look flash in her gorgeous eyes. So just enjoy it... It didn't take long for Arlann to start, using her magic from the start to make sure Sammie felt so much pleasure that even nervousness couldn't stop her, and it started working quickly. Sammie's inexperience revealed itself as she started moaning, each squirm and nervous whimper from the small girl's lips egging Arlann on, and she had no plans on stopping. Even as she awaited Mara's cock, expecting it to bury inside at any moment, she pushed on, set on having Sammie be a pleasure-addled mess by the end, and curious just what the little thing would do once her nervousness faded and she let herself go, allowed the pleasure to consume her and dictate her actions. Perhaps it wouldn't happen, Sammie was a difficult girl to make feel comfortable, but Arlann was going to try, her dexterous tongue dedicated to its purpose as a hand began to explore the smooth delicate flesh in front of her.