Thread: Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Right now, Mara was in her own personal little hell. The pleasure that was flowing through her body was pure blissbut it was all tainted by her mates taunting mouth. As if her mates never ending goading wasnt enough to keep her from reaching her peak, this position was less than ideal forced to stand, it was hard for her to relax enough in order to cum. She relied totally upon Arlann the jerk behind her to give her the pleasure that she needed to finally climax. Gahand she hated that Arlann was a few inches taller than she was, making her ears and neck totally vulnerable to her mates teasing nips and bites. She hated that her childhood friend cheated, using her magic to drive the werewolf insane with lust. And most of all, she absolutely hated that the mage was ordering her to ask to cum. Grrrrrmmph Mara huffed, panting for breath as she spread her legs a little more and tightened her grasp on the edge of the stove. The muscles in her back tensed up as Mara tried to keep her cool, willing herself to not break under Arlanns pressured words. You are so fucking dead The werewolf threatened stubbornly. There was no fucking way that she was going to ask to cum! She wasnt a fucking dog, she wasnt going to fucking beg. Ohhhhhh God! Mara moaned loudly as Arlanns fingers began to work harder, faster. It was everything she could possibly want, but she needed a little morejust a tiny bit more so that she could have that orgasm. And Arlann wasnt going to give it to her until she begged. The wolf whined, eyes screwing shut as she let out another huff of frustration. Maybe she should just beg The words please and may I danced on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill out. They almost did, if it hadnt been for Arlann blowing it by giving her an ultimatum, Mara probably would have begged. GRAAAH! Mara roared, her patience finally snapping. All of Arlanns taunting made her feel as though she were being backed into a corner, the threat of not letting her cum until later was the last star. Of course, like any wild animal, the sensation of vulnerability that accompanied being cornered quickly morphed into pure anger and frustration from the werewolf. She lashed out, turning around in Arlanns arms, grunting softly as her body was now deprived of sexy stimulation. She immediately missed the feeling of fingers delving into her needy slit and talented digits playing with her breasts, but her anger easily surpassed the longing that she felt. How dare you threaten me... The wolf snarled, eyes narrowing and turning to gold as she rounded on Arlann. A fed, relaxed, and happy little Mara would have been all too eager to beg as long as it got her what she wanted and pleased her mate at the same time. But a wolf that was hungry, pushed too hard, and in the presence of a beta couldnt submit. Sammie came back just in time to see Mara standing there, lips peeled back in a snarl and eyes a breathtaking shade of gold. For a moment she just stood there, admiring the way that the Alpha took control of her mate. Though as she stood there, she started to feel a little awkward just staring...and nervousand when Sammie got nervous she had a tendency to fiddle with her hands. By the time Mara had noticed her presence, Sammie had been absentmindedly wringing the dildo in her grasp, having forgotten entirely that it was a sex toy. Sammie! Y-yes? The beta jumped, nearly dropping the strap-on and harness in surprise. My mate has forgotten her placeand you are going to help me remind her of it. Strip and lay back on the couch. Sammie bit her lower lip, looking nervously between the two beautiful women, one of which had graced her nighttime fantasies more times than she would dare to admit. It wasnt entirely uncommon for wolves to share their matesit was just a little strange that Arlann wasnt a wolf, and Mara was choosing to share her lover with a beta. For a moment she considered saying no, if only because she wasnt certain getting involved in whatever power struggle was going on here was a good idea. But really, when was she going to get another opportunity like this? Y-yes, Alpha M-Mara. The wolf ambled over towards her boss and deposited the Alphas strap-on onto the table before hurrying over towards the couch. She nervously stripped out of her blouse and skirt, more than a little self-consciously because she didnt think that she was all that much to look at. The beta was pale, tall, thin and delicate. If she wasnt so clumsy, she mightve made an absolutely wonderful dancer. As Sammie got herself set up, reclining back on the couch, Mara gave Arlanns rear a nice, hard smack to her ass. Go on, time to put that smart mouth of yours to use. The Alpha hurried to get out of her boyshorts and into her harness so that she could escort her mate over towards the arm of the couch, giving her a firm nudge so that Arlann ended up draped over the arm of the couch with her face between Sammies legs.