Thread: Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Fuck...you're a naughty little slut aren't you? No panties and you're practically dripping for me.... Jessie purred in approval as the back of her hand brushed against Leslie's soaking wet and bare mound. The Alpha had made it clear that she would let Leslie play out any fantasy her perverted little mind could cook up as repayment for her coming to this social event with Jessie. It was nice to see that in preparation for such, Leslie had gone commando. My horny little pet is never happy unless her greedy little cunt is filled with my cock. Jessie grinned with pride a strap on wasn't the only toy they ever used, but it was definitely both of their favorites and the werewolf fancied herself as someone that was particularly talented with one. It was a shame that she hadn't come packing tonight. It was just logistically impossible to sneak a strap on under a dress, unless of course she wanted to sacrifice size for stealth. But a small toy was never as fun as fucking Leslie with a full sized dildo that was closer in size to the imposing cock of her werewolf's form. As Leslie's dress finally became bunched up around her hips, the smell of her delicious arousal hit jessie hard. The wolf was already so turned on from watching her mate defend her, catching Leslie's sweet scent and letting her know that her lover wars aroused just from a few feverish kisses and the promise of a good night just about broke Jessie's brain. Her control snapped, giving way to the bestial instincts that the cop tried so hard to control. Her eyes shifted to gold and her pupils grew larger in desire. They both wanted this...wanted to be able to feel pleasure and an intimate connection at the same time. So, against her better judgement, she began to shift. To impatient to take time out to disrobe, she let her wolf's form tear the dress apart at the seams as she grew in size. Her muscles became larger, better defined, she grew so tall that now she towered over leslie. She wasn't bristly like a wild wolf, her fur was sleek, soft like a well pampered dog black and light brown, colors that mimicked her skin tone and hair. Jessie had been born with a condition that a few werewolves had, in her human form she was one gender, but in her wolf's form she was a mixture of both. As she stood before leslie in the remnants of her tattered dress, her supple breasts heaved with each lust laden breath she took. The ache between her legs now manifested itself as a thick, throbbing cock, fully erect and in desperate need of some attention. Maintaining this form was exhausting, especially if she had no intention of hunting in order to replenish her energy stores with food but it was going to be well worth hearing leslie howl in pleasure. My mate... Jessie growled, her words garbled and strained from vocal cords that were not used to making human sounds, but she tried very hard anywhas just so that leslie could understand her. Not like she spoke much anywhas when she was a wolf. She was very single minded in this form, only concerned with any one of the three fs feeding, fucking, or fighting. Right now all she wanted was her beautiful mate and foreplay took a back seat to raw need the alpha needed to fuck her mate, and she needed to fuck her mate right now. The cop picked up her sexy body guard as though she weighed nothing, urging her to wrap her legs around her hips so that her tight pussy was more open to the wolf. Somewhere in the back of Jessie's mind, she knew that she should go slow, she was quite a bit bigger than their usual toys in this form but she couldn't bring herself to wait. What she knew was not the same as what she needed. The need that clawed at her mind took over and she thrust her hips forward, letting out a relieved groan as tight silk wrapped around her length. She didn't even give leslie a moment to acclimate to the feeling of being so full before withdrawing her hips and thrusting forward again, picking up a quick, harsh speed. All she wanted to do was mark her beautiful pet as hers, fill her with her cum and claim her mate in the most primal way that she knew how. ---- Mara and Michael were all set for another dance about the room...at least until a sour note hit Mara's ears and made her cringe. That was not the sound she had been expecting... As she looked to the stage to see if the pianist perhaps had gotten into the liquor during one of his breaks, her jaw fell open as her eyes came to rest on Arlann instead. The mage had invited herself to a very formal ball in only jeans and a t-shirt. Oh God...she wouldn't... Mara didn't know whether to be mortified or angry. The company she kept reflected back on her directly...and unfortunately Arlann was not reflecting the best image. Part of her wanted to just go up there and yank Arlann off the stage and shoo her away, but she supposed she didn't need to, it wasn't like anyone knew that the mage belonged to her anyways. In the end curiosity just won out and Mara let the mage carry out whatever prank she was up to, though was ready to defend her incase things went too far. Things escalated very quickly. One moment Arlann was on the stage, the next she was suppressing wolves and making her way down into the crowd, straight towards Mara. The Alpha glanced nervously at her date. Males could be rather territorial... but there was no way that Michael would actually attack a female, even if she was a mage...would he? Arlann! Mara cried out in warning as she saw fury take Michael over, his eyes shifting to gold as he was lost to his wolfish self. She moved to cut him off, but she would not be quick enough...thankfully Arlann was much more powerful than Mara had anticipated. The mage managed to floor the Alpha male and Mara just stood there, stunned. It was hard to believe what she had just witnessed all through their childhood lives, Arlann had fucked around with her magic and had never taken her studies seriously. Apparently the years apart had been good for her old friend, without Mara to get into trouble with, Arlann had actually done something with her magic....even though she had chosen a very odd form of magic to practice with. No one stopped Arlann as she took Mara by the arm and hauled the wolf away. In a werewolf's eyes, this was just the natural order of things. Lesser wolves could challenge a stronger one to duel over a willing female. While Mara would always choose Arlann and a duel was not necessary, Arlann's show of dominance was respected. She had fought Michael and won, Mara was hers to keep should the Alpha have her. Hang on a goddamn minute! Mara barked as they exited the ballroom hallf and ended up into the foyer. She hadn't wanted to struggle in the ballroom because the wolves would have torn the mage to shreds, but now that they were away from prying eyes, she was going to give Arlann a piece of her mind. You can't just do this shit Arlann! Mara huffed Arlann may have tried to make things up to her but Mara was irritated that this had all happened in the first place. You can't just crash parties and expect me to forgive you for behaving like a petulant child for three days-- It was only when the scent of sex reached her nostrils did Mara abruptly stop her tirade. Her blue eyes flicked around the room and there, against the wall by the valet booth was a handsome werewolf, brutally fucking a...human? Mara blinked, taking a moment to realize that this must be Jessie, because that was definitely Leslie writhing and moaning in her arms. In Jessie's current state, it didn't occur to her that anyone may be looking at her. Her wolf's form was even more jealous than her human's and so she automatically assumed that the gaze burning into her back was from someone trying to catch a look at Leslie. With a fierce growl and harsh glare, she turned her head to confront the intruders. Her ears flattened and she bared her teeth, growling even louder as she pressed her body closer to Leslie's as though trying to shield her. Mara smirked slightly, licking her lips. Jessie's human was pretty, but the werewolf herself was breathtaking. For a lesbian with bi tendencies, Jessie would have been the perfect sexual partner for her, a wonderful mix of both masculine muscle and feminine grace. But...theirs would have been a purely sexual relationship. No one made her smile or laugh as Arlann did. No one made her feel happy, happier than she had ever been in years. Although she'd never be on the receiving end of primal, back clawing, biting, animalistic fucking like leslie, she wouldn't trade places. It all made her remember that as big of a pain in the ass as Arlann had been, she still loved her mate. Come on...lets go home. Mara smiled and leaned over to give Arlann a kiss on the cheek and wrapping her arm around her. It was all the signal that Jessie needed to see that Mara had her own mate and would not try to steal hers and finally the wolf could go back to her merciless thrusting. Mara on the other hand laced her arm with Arlann's and gave her a little tug towards the door. Thanks for coming to save me by the way...even if you did take your sweet time getting here.