Thread: Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Arlann liked to believe she knew Mara pretty well, at least enough to comfort her when needed, make her feel loved, and do the exact opposite of those two things at times. Part of her began to feel bad for how excited she seemed, wondering if perhaps she had taken it too far. Usually she wouldn't think anything of the sort, the mage could be very self-centered. Yet when Mara didn't quickly jump in, when she hesitated to plunge the now lifelike dildo inside of her... It spoke towards something being wrong. Arlann had almost stopped and turned around, because in the end making sure Mara wasn't upset was more important to her than any fantasy derived from a porno. She just hoped Mara knew how important she was, that Arlann had been in love with her for most of her life, that she would die for her, and that if need be she would lock herself away and never look at another woman again. Well, the last one was a bit extreme but still, she felt strongly about her mate, and knew what weight those words carried. Mara soon snapped out of whatever was going on with her, because the way Sammie had been acting she wouldn't have grabbed Arlann's hair unless given permission. It was cute really, the nervous little thing taking charge to get the most pleasure possible, and Arlann was happy to oblige, tongue delving inside of the tight channel, and Sammie's moans made it clear she wasn't going to last, which only meant the mage was going to have her screaming all night, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her... Or perhaps even Mara in time would take her turn with the delicate flower they had ensnared. For Sammie nothing had ever felt quite as amazing as what was currently being done to her. Not that she hadn't been with someone before, even she had despite the rarity of it, but Arlann and Mara were different. They were so far out of her league, Sammie's own insecurities causing her to believe she just wasn't very beautiful. The beta was in denial of the fact that she was quite stunning herself, and often times her difficulty communicating hid the fact that she was a catch. Mara had seen it, perhaps not sexually but she had known, and Arlann had picked up on it just as quickly, though mainly due to Mara being so protective. Arlann usually trusted her mate's decisions. Still, as much as the two seemed to like Sammie, the current situation seemed so strange and unreal, like she was going to open her eyes and be on the couch clutching the files still, lost in her own fantasy, and one that would never come true. Yet with each swipe of Arlann's incredible tongue that possibility became less and less likely, and as unlikely as it was Sammie gained a tiny bit of confidence, enough to let her delicate hands grip tighter and to urge the mage on. As the cock shoved inside of her Arlann let out a long muffled moan, the hand that had been exploring Sammie slipping off and to the couch to grab the cushion, Arlann not wishing to hurt Sammie in any way, not sure if the beta could handle pain. Something was more important than pleasure however, and as much as Arlann would have liked to enjoy the ride and focus on nothing but the sensation of Mara's cock pushed deep inside of her, she didn't. Her other hand slowly moved back until it found Mara's, gripping the hand that had been on her hip and giving it a gentle loving squeeze, thumb brushing across the hands she so loved. It was a little 'I love you', a brief showing of her feelings to make sure her mate still knew that nobody else came first, and despite the awkward positioning she kept it there, hoping Mara would return to her usual self.