Talitha sat in her makeshift office, a converted storage room in one of the newly constructed buildings near the Dread Tower. The space was sparse, decorated only with a few hunting trophies and her weapons rack. She studied the two faen siblings standing before her desk, her cat-like eyes taking in every detail.

"So." she said, leaning back in her chair, "You two claim to be hunters seeking a new home?" Her fingers absently traced the handle of one of her hatchets.

Fiafa stood at attention, her eyes meeting Talitha's gaze steadily. "Yes, General. My brother and I have been wandering since the war, looking for a place to settle. We heard rumours of a new settlement being built here."

Frekk lounged against the wall, his golden codpiece catching the light from the window. "Heard there's good hunting in these parts. Plus," he winked at Talitha, "the company is nice on the eyes."

Talitha's eyes narrowed at Frekk's obvious flirtation. "The hunting is adequate, yes. But we need more than just hunters here. What other skills do you possess?"

"I'm skilled with a bow and tracking," Fiafa said quickly, shooting her brother a warning glance. "Frekk is good with traps and..." she hesitated, "...gathering information."

"Information?" Talitha's ears perked up slightly.

Frekk grinned. "You'd be amazed at what people say after a few drinks and some friendly conversation." He adjusted his mismatched armour, making the chainmail vest jingle.

Talitha stood, circling her desk to approach them. She moved with predatory grace, studying their reactions. Fiafa remained perfectly still, while Frekk's eyes wandered appreciatively over Talitha's barely-covered form.

"Our community is unique," Talitha said, running a finger along the edge of her desk. "We have certain customs and practices that outsiders might find unusual. Are you prepared for that?"

"We're very open-minded," Frekk replied, his shit-eating grin widening. "Especially about fucked up practices."

Fiafa resisted the urge to kick her brother. "What my brother means is that we respect local customs and can adapt to new situations."

Talitha paused, considering. These two were interesting. The sister was almost too composed, the brother nearly too relaxed. But their skills could be useful, and something about them intrigued her.

"Very well," she said finally. "You may stay, provisionally. You'll be assigned a cabin on the eastern edge of the settlement. But know this," she picked up one of her hatchets, testing its weight, "I'll be watching you both closely. We protect our own here, and we deal harshly with those who would harm our community."

"Understood, General," Fiafa said crisply.

"Crystal clear," Frekk added, still grinning. "Though I wouldn't mind being watched closely by—"

"Thank you for your time." Fiafa cut him off, practically dragging her brother toward the door. "We won't disappoint you."

As they left, Talitha watched them go, her hunter's instincts tingling. There was more to these two than met the eye. But whether they would be an asset or a threat remained to be seen.

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The tavern buzzed with the usual evening crowd, mostly Sentinels unwinding after their daily duties. Talitha sat with a group of them, sharing stories and mead. Her fur-clad form drew appreciative glances from the soldiers, though none dared approach their General without invitation.

"And then the bastard tried to run," one Sentinel was saying, "and fell right into the pit trap!" The table erupted in laughter.

Talitha felt someone slide onto the bench beside her. She turned, the hair on the back of her neck rising slightly, to find Frekk's grinning face. He was still wearing that ridiculous golden codpiece and set of severely mismatched armour.

"Evening, General," he said, his voice carrying a hint of playful charm. "Hope you don't mind if I join you." He produced two bottles of expensive-looking wine. "I brought peace offerings."

The Sentinels exchanged glances, wondering if they should intervene, but Talitha waved them off. She was curious about this brazen faen.

"That's quite the piece offering," she said, examining the bottle he poured for her. "Is that, wait, is that wine from the Red Isles?"

Frekk's eyes sparkled. "I'm full of surprises. I procured this fine bottle during a particularly crazy adventure on a pirate ship."

"You are more than you seem." Talitha took a sip of the wine.

"As are you," Frekk replied. "I can tell by the way you move that you're not just a general – you're a predator."

Talitha's perked up. "Careful. Predators eat prey."

"Maybe that's what I'm counting on." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that only she could hear. "Though I think we both know I'm not as helpless as I look."

The wine was excellent, she had to admit. And something was compelling about his confidence. Not the usual drunken bravado she saw in the tavern, but a calculated charm that suggested experience.

"You're either very brave or very foolish," she said, taking another sip.

"I prefer 'opportunistic'," Frekk replied. His hand brushed against hers as he reached for his cup. "When I see something beautiful and dangerous, I can't help but want to get closer."

"You know I am not just a general, I'm also mated to the captain of the Sentinels. Talitha felt a familiar heat building inside her. It had been a few days since Alistar was called away to patrol the eastern border. "And what makes you think you can handle dangerous?"

"Because," he moved even closer, his lips nearly touching her ear, "the best hunts are the ones where you might not survive."

A low purr escaped Talitha's throat. The wine, the heat of the tavern, and this faen's unexpected skill at seduction were taking their toll. She caught the scent of forest and leather on him, mixed with something exotic she couldn't place.

"You're playing a risky game," she warned, though her body language told a different story.

Frekk's grin widened. "That's the only kind worth playing, isn't it?"

Talitha drained her wine glass and stood, her movements deliberately slow and controlled. "I should turn in for the night," she said, her voice carrying a husky undertone that made Frekk's take notice. "Early morning tomorrow."

She felt his eyes on her as she walked out of the tavern, her hips swaying slightly more than usual. The cool night air hit her exposed skin, raising goosebumps across her patterned skin.

The sound of boots on wooden planks told her she wasn't alone. She turned. Frekk's arm appeared beside her head, his hand pressing against the tavern's outer wall. He moved with surprising grace for someone who'd been drinking, positioning himself close enough that she could feel his body heat.

Talitha's hand instinctively moved toward her hatchet, but halfway there, it changed course. Her fingers found the smooth, polished surface of his golden codpiece instead.

"Why this?" she asked, tapping the metal with a claw. "Of all the ridiculous pieces of armour you wear, why a golden codpiece?"

Frekk's grin turned mischievous as he leaned even closer. "Ah, the codpiece? Won it in a drinking contest with a brute war chieftain. He swore it was enchanted to bring good fortune in matters of love." His free hand found her hip, fingers tracing the intricate patterns on her skin. "Though I think tonight has more to do with skill than luck."

"Cren shit." Talitha purred, but her fingers continued exploring the smooth metal surface. "You're making that up."

"Maybe," he admitted, his breath hot against her neck. "But either way it's a good story, no?"

Talitha's laugh was cut short as Frekk closed the remaining distance between them. His lips found hers, surprisingly soft despite his otherwise roguishness. She responded instantly, her hand moving from the codpiece to grip his chainmail vest, pulling him closer.

The kiss was hungry, almost desperate. Talitha's teeth grazed his lower lip, drawing a soft groan from the faen. His tongue darted out to meet hers, tasting of wine and adventure. Her claws dug into the leather of his pauldron as the kiss deepened.

Talitha broke the kiss, her breath coming in short pants. Her eyes glinted with predatory hunger in the moonlight.

"You know," she purred, running a claw down his chest, "as a newly mated female, I'm supposed to observe a period of exclusivity. One whole month of fucking only my mate." She pressed herself against him, her barely-covered breasts brushing against his chainmail. "But that period ended..." she glanced at the moon's position, "about two minutes ago."

Frekk's shit-eating grin somehow grew even wider. "Well, that's incredibly fortunate timing."

"Indeed." Talitha's hand returned to his golden codpiece, her claws making a soft scratching sound against the metal. "Perhaps your little trinket really is lucky after all."

"Or perhaps," Frekk said, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, "I did my research before approaching a dangerous, beautiful woman like yourself."

Talitha's claws traced the edge of the golden codpiece. "Technically, I should get Alistar's approval before taking another lover." Her lips curled into a hungry smile. "But what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Unless you're planning to tell?"

"My lips are sealed," Frekk replied, then added with a smirk, "Well, they will be once we're done."

She grabbed the codpiece firmly, using it like a leash to guide him away from the tavern wall. "Follow me," she purred, leading him through the quiet streets toward her office. The moonlight cast long shadows as they walked, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step.

They reached the storage-room-turned-office, and Talitha pulled him inside, closing the door behind them. The hunting trophies on the walls seemed to watch them with glass eyes as she released her grip on his codpiece.

Without ceremony, Talitha untied the thin strips of fur that barely covered her body. The garments fell to the floor, leaving her naked.

"Now," she said, her fingers finding the straps of his golden codpiece, "let's see if the rest of you lives up to your confidence." She unfastened the piece, letting it fall to the floor with a metallic clang.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in what had been hidden beneath. "Well," she purred, running a finger delicately along his length, "it seems you have good reason to be confident." She circled his cock slowly with her hand, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Though I wonder if you know how to use it properly."

Frekk's grin never faltered as he watched her prowl around him. "I think you'll find I'm quite skilled, General."

"You'd better be," Talitha replied, her voice thick with desire. "Because I don't fuck just anyone who wanders into my territory." She pressed herself against him, her bare breasts pushing against him. "And I definitely don't let just anyone fuck me in my office."

With a growl of desire, Frekk lifted Talitha off her feet, pinning her against the office wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he positioned himself. In one fluid motion, he thrust deep inside her, drawing a gasping moan from the huntress.

"Fuck," she hissed as she dug her fingers into his armour. Her head fell back against the wall as he established a rough, pounding rhythm that made her whole body shake.

Talitha's teeth found his neck, biting down hard enough to mark but not break skin. The pain only spurred Frekk on, his hips slamming forward with increased intensity. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the small office, punctuated by their shared moans.

She should have felt guilty, she knew. Should have asked Alistar's permission before taking another lover. But as Frekk's cock hit precisely the right spot inside her, guilt was the furthest thing from her mind. The truth was, for all her posturing about being selective, she was an absolute slut for a good fuck. Anyone with enough confidence to approach her right stood a decent chance of ending up balls deep inside her.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice rough with need. "Show me what that cock can do."

Frekk responded by hiking her legs higher, changing the angle of his thrusts. Each impact drove deeper, making Talitha's eyes roll back in pleasure. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive against his chainmail. Talitha's pussy clenched around his length, already close to the edge. She loved being taken like this, roughly and without pretence.

"That's it," she purred between moans, her inner walls squeezing him rhythmically. "Fill me up, you cocky bastard."

The hunting trophies watched on silently as the general got thoroughly railed against the wall, their glass eyes reflecting the moonlight streaming through the window.

A knock at the door made Talitha freeze mid-moan. "Tali? Are you in there?" Alistar's voice called from the other side.

"Fuck." she whispered. Her mate wasn't supposed to be back until the next day. Frekk's cock was still buried deep inside her, and he showed no signs of stopping.

"Y-yes!" she called back between poorly suppressed moans. "I'm... ah... busy right now. Come back... l-later!"

"Managed to finish up a day earlier than expected" Alistar said through the door. He sounded tired. "Everything alright in there?"

Frekk's hips kept moving, each thrust threatening to make her moan loud enough for Alistar to hear. "Everything's... mmm... fine! Just working on some... reports!"

"Alright, love. I'll head to our new place then. Make sure to prepare that pussy of yours – I'm very pent up"

Frekk leaned in close to Talitha's ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "Don't worry," he whispered, punctuating his words with deep thrusts, "your pussy will be very prepared by the time you get to him."

"I'll... oh gods... see you there!" Talitha called out, her voice shaking. "Have a good rest!"

They heard Alistar's boots moving away from the door, and Talitha let out the moan she had been holding onto. The rush of cheating on her mate was a high she had never felt before.

As Alistar's footsteps faded into the distance, Talitha's control snapped. Her claws dug deeper into Frekk's armour, drawing him closer.

"Fuck me," she growled, her voice thick with lust and shame. "Fuck me like the cheating slut I am. Make me your whore while my mate waits for me at home."

Frekk's grin turned predatory. His hips slammed forward with renewed vigour, driving his cock deeper into her soaking pussy. The wall of the office dented under their combined weight as he pounded into her.

"I hope you meant what you said about watching me closely," he grunted between thrusts, "because I plan to take advantage of this pussy every chance I get." His fingers dug into her ass, spreading her wider. "Going to fill you up and send you home to him full of my cum."

Talitha moaned shamelessly. The thought of going home to Alistar with Frekk's seed still inside her pushed her closer to the edge. She was supposed to be a loyal mate, but here she was, getting railed against her office wall by a faen she'd just met.

"Yes," she panted, meeting his thrusts with desperate need. "Use me. Make me your slutty little general." Her pussy squeezed him tighter, practically begging for his cum. "Show me what happens to cheating mates who can't control themselves."

Frekk's thrusts became erratic as he approached his limit. "Gonna cum inside you." he growled, his grip on her ass tightening. "Fill up that cheating pussy."

"Do it!" Talitha moaned.

With a final thrust, Frekk buried himself inside her. His cock pulsed, filling up Talitha with his seed. The sensation pushed Talitha over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard, her entire body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. They stayed like that for a moment, both panting heavily. Cheating felt so fucking good.

"Satisfied, General?" Frekk asked.

Talitha's eyes gleamed with predatory hunger. "I will be," she purred, grinding against him. "After round two." Her claws scraped down the front of his chainmail vest. "Alistar can wait a bit longer."