Rosalyn Losenska

A strong tongue invaded her lips as soon as she kissed the beast. It was ravenous, like it had said, and it was all she could do to hold herself together as her body was pushed against the snow by the weight falling atop her. Such a smothering warmth. That fur and hair fell around them like a protective curtain, keeping all others who would interfere with their business away.

Such warmth, overwhelming warmth. Her heart leapt in her chest as she felt her partner take her lips. Unsatisfied, it pulled back, letting her gasp as cool air invaded their sanctuary. She fixed her with those golden eyes, chest heaving, looming. Rosalyn shrank in fear as lips pulled back over sharp teeth, still stained red with her blood.

Words weren’t needed. They both knew what the beast wanted, and she would be taking it one way or another. Rosalyn felt her hips push upwards, rubbing against the blazing pillar of flesh nestled so gently against her. The beast responded instinctively with a thrust of her own hips, grinding their bodies together. Wet warmth spread across her stomach, the wolf’s emissions covering her. Scenting her. Marking her. Why did that excite Rosalyn so much? Why did that sheep in her nature love this feeling of powerlessness before a predator? Or was that her own mind mixing with it?

The wolf grabbed one of her horns, twisting her neck to the side painfully, and she didn’t have to think about such confusing things anymore. She was a plaything. That was right. A little piece of prey that did as the predator wanted.

“So obedient,” the she-wolf growled. “Would have thought you’d have more fight in you.”

Did she want her to struggle? Rosalyn’s eyes opened in confusion, looking out the corner of her vision to see the woman still straddling her, a curious look in her eyes.

“Horns,” Rosalyn whined pathetically. “Can’t.”

“Oh, these?” the wolf forced Rosalyn’s head around, grabbing the other horn. “Wonderful grips for such a little lady.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Breed,” the wolf snarled.

Rosalyn felt the woman fall on her again, their bodies pressing together so sensually. The she-wolf worked her hips trying to get at Rosalyn’s nethers with that massive cock. It wanted in, but Rosalyn squirmed under the pressure. It was too much, and she couldn’t hold still. Feeling her moving, the wolf’s grip on her horns tightened and pushed her head harder into the ground.

“Still,” came the growl.

“Yes!” Rosalyn yelped.

That cock finally found its way between her legs, pushing its already moist length along her sodden slit. She was going to take that thing. By the Gods, would it even fit? A sudden stretch and she knew she was about to find out. A heat all too familiar to her pushed against her lips, insisting on entry. She felt her body heating up, her muscles relaxing as she readied herself. The head of that beastly cock pulsed and pushed in. The she-wolf was not gentle, and hilted herself in one thrust. Gods, she was so full. More than she could handle. Pain seared through her core as she adjusted to the rough intrusion. She grit her teeth, arching her back as she felt insides twist and clench.

“Tight,” the creature hissed. “So tight.”

“So rough,” Rosalyn whined back. Even as she did, she felt Ann’s skill adjusting the cock within her. It shrank quickly, almost as if sensing that she was in pain. When it finished, the thing was still massive, and stretched her to the limits of her vagina, but she could actually manage now. “Better. Oh, fuck, you’re huge.”

“So small,” the beast chuckled back. “Starting.”

Without further words, the cock left her, an empty feeling that lasted only a moment before she felt pleasure so intense she came on the spot. Her eyes closed, her teeth clenched, and her insides pulsed. Forcing her eyes open, she saw the faint wisps of purple magic fading from Ann’s eyes. She’d used Predatory Sensuality! That was cheating!

The wolf grinned down at her and pulled back. Ready for it this time, Ann saw the purple flash of Ann casting the spell, but was immediately distracted by Ann licking her face. That momentary distraction allowed the skill to work again as the cock was thrust home.

“Oooooooooooooh,” Rosalyn moaned huskily as she came. “Fuuuuck yes. More. More!”

Her lover set into a steady rhythm. If the creature had balls, they’d be slapping happily against her as she rutted. That steady pounding felt so good. The repeated friction hitting every nerve she had inside her as the cock just barely reached her deepest depths. Fullness and fulfilment beyond what she could describe as she was taken in the snow like a wild animal. It wasn’t long before her own hips started rolling, her legs lifting to curl around her partner’s back.

The reaction was what she hoped for. The rutting sped up. Gods, it felt amazing. Not just the fucking, though that was great, but how completely helpless she was, and that she could do things from that helplessness. She could squeeze her insides, dragging a moan from her lover’s lips. Matching the woman’s now needy thrusts, Rosalyn exulted in the faltering of the hips pushing her into the ground. Power in her powerlessness.

“Close,” the wolf moaned into her ear. “Oh fuck. I’m… cumming.”

Then that warmth. Rosalyn was lost in it as soon as she felt that cock pulse inside her. Feeling her partner so near her climax, Rosalyn gripped with her legs hard, and felt something else pushing at her entrance. The knot! How could she forget that wonderful piece of anatomy? Needily, she pushed against it. The thing was so massive, it stretched her further than anything else. Millimeter by millimeter, it advanced before locking into her with a satisfying pop.

Then the cum. That wonderful flood of warmth deep inside her. The mark of her lover, the final act that would blossom into new life. She knew it wouldn’t, but she could fantasize about it. That big, meaty cock, locked into her so securely no cum could escape. Filling her with each pulse. Making sure she’d bear the wolf’s pups. Something in her brain loved this feeling. Every twitch of the member lodged inside her, the muscles of her core milking it with fervour. She could live like this, being used by this animal in heat.

Her thoughts were chased away as lips graced her forehead. The wolf was still grunting, groaning, and moaning as she came, but had let her head hang enough to kiss Rosalyn’s forehead. The tenderness of the action filled Rosalyn with renewed longing as long, lithe arms wrapped around her protectively. Two final bucks of the creature’s hips shook her body before the woman was still.

“Wow,” Rosalyn whispered.

“Wow?” the wolf returned, voice strained from her efforts.

“Yeah. Just, wow,” Rosalyn sighed. She reached up, wrapping her arms around the woman, pulling her closer. Their breasts met as they shared a nearly loving embrace. “You really were alone.”

“For a long time,” the wolf rumbled. “Longer than you know.”

“Then how about we make the most of this?” Rosalyn asked.

“You’re not scared?”

“Not… entirely. Not anymore,” Rosalyn admitted. She was still a little scared, but that was fading fast. To drive her point home, she wiggled her hips. The knot still stuck in her prevented much movement, but she got some out of her before pushing back up.

“Sssstooop,” the wolf hissed, teeth clenched. “Sensitive!”

“Mmm, make me,” Rosalyn hummed happily, then repeated the motion. She felt the cock inside her stir, never having gone truly soft. Her guts churned as she felt excitement at arousing such a monstrosity.

“Fine,” the wolf growled in her ear. “Take it.”

With a motion that took her breath away, Rosalyn was lifted by her horns and slammed up against a tree. Her back scraped against bark, but the raw pleasure she felt dulled the pain. “Good girl,” she moaned. “Keep going.”

“Hungry,” the wolf growled again, her eyes flashing purple. One more time, Rosalyn noted mentally.

“Then feast.” Rosalyn threw her arms up, grabbing onto the tree, and locked eyes with her lover. “Feast upon my body.”

Ann’s eyes gave her an out of character question. Should she continue? Should she go over her limit and truly lose herself?

Rosalyn’s response was a kiss. Her arms were pulled back, but she leant forward, meeting Ann’s lips as she cast the spell the last time her coherent mind could register. Unlike the thrusts earlier, this time Predatory Sensuality hit her with the kiss. Tongues wrestled as Rosalyn’s breath left her. She let go of the tree and scrabbled forward, grabbing on to Ann and holding her as close as she could. Ann’s claws dug into her back as they fell into a fierce embrace that would have made Kat proud. Both of them scrambled, trying to touch as much of each other as they could in their mad quest for lust.

Suddenly, Ann pulled back, gasping. Rosalyn looked up into those golden eyes and found that they were tinted. Faint wisps of black clouded small parts of her brilliant orbs.

“Ann? You still there?”

“Gods, I need you, Rosalyn,” Ann groaned. “So badly. I need to fuck you. To mate with you. We both do.”

“Waheela?”

Ann let out a whimper, her hands suddenly uncertain.

“Is she there?”

“Yeah,” Ann panted. “She wants this too. Trying to argue with her. She’s trying to take me.”

“Don’t you let her,” Rosalyn said, grabbing Ann’s face in her ebony palms. “You are mine, Ann. I don’t care what that bitch says, this is for us. Give me you.” Rosalyn kissed Ann again, then pulled back. Her girlfriend’s eyes had lost the black and were now a brilliant purple.

“All of me,” Ann moaned. “Take all of me, and I’ll take all of you. Fuck, mate, breed, hump, cum, cum, cum!” Ann practically howled as she started to thrust again.

Katlyn Farragher

“The feck did they get to?” Kat muttered to herself. “Ye’d think I’d hear the screamin’ an’ moanin’ from miles away.”

It’d been just over an hour of walking through the Eas blasted cold woods. She had followed Ann’s trail well enough to start, but the woman had picked up the pace and then the snow had started, and now Kat was really regretting letting those two run off without her.

“Be the hunter, savin’ the maiden,” Kat grumbled. “I get tae be the protector comin’ too late tae actually help. What if they actually get hurt while I’m not there? Or somethin’ shows up?”

You could already be too late the dragon hissed in her head. It didn’t actually talk to her all that much. Not like Waheela did to Ann, but whenever she got insecure, the thing’s voice got a lot stronger. Little guardian, so far from her lovers. Can’t keep them sssafe if you can’t find them. Why would you let them go like that?

“Cause I trust ‘em,” Kat said, trudging forward. “Cause I know both o’ ‘em can handle ‘emselves in a scrap. They don’t need me all o’ the time.”

All of the time, or ever?

“Oi, ye don’t get tae be pokin’ at that sore spot,” Kat growled.

I just ssspeak what’s on your mind, mortal, the hissing turned to a wicked laugh. Do they really need you? Deep down, you know they could find sssomeone elssse.

“Nae. Not listenin’ tae this blather, ye blasted rat snake. Ann would never think that.”

That’sss not what your heart sssays. I ressside in your sssoul. Nothing is a sssecret from me.

The hard thing was it was right. Deep down, she was worried that she was just hanging on. She knew it was a stupid fear, but damnit, she was just a warrior. Sure, she might be a princess, too, but that didn’t make her stronger in a fight. That’s ultimately what Ann needed, a fighter. Being a girlfriend was just a nice bonus, right?

“Nae, stop that,” Kat chided herself. “Ye’re overthinkin’ this. When the feck has Ann ever said anythin’ even close tae that? Every single time we’ve been in situations like this, she’s always been the first to profess her love.”

And always finding others to love.

“Shut… UP!” Kat yelled at herself. “I made that feckin’ decision. I did!”

For you, or for her?

“Both!” Kat yelled, feeling the scales on the back of her neck itch. “I was the one who was hittin’ on Wendyl. We both agreed on Rosalyn. Ye don’t get a feckin’ say in the matter, worm!”

Kat marched forward, the hissing laughter ringing in her ears. She needed to move, or she was going to explode. This was why she was always busy. Always moving, fighting, fucking, hanging out with Ann. She couldn’t trust her own damn thoughts when she didn’t have a Warped dragon spirit joining in on the self doubt. Now? Now she’d do anything for a distraction.

Looking around, she found a few long grey hairs stuck in the twisting branches of a low-hanging tree. Ann had been this way. Even with that, Kat was having a hard time being excited. Something just felt wrong now, but she trudged on anyway. It was all she could do. Keep moving forward, even if her heart wasn’t in it anymore.

If your heart isn’t in it, why continue?

“Cause it’d be worse if I gave up,” Kat said, her voice flat, devoid of emotion.

Would it really? You could jussst let me handle it, the dragon hissed. Let go. I’ll tell them the truth.

“I know ye won’t. Ye’ll just make it worse.”

How could it be worssse? You feel no joy, jussst busssy. Keep moving, ussse them asss disstractionsss. Isss that what a lover doesss?

“Nae,” Kat admitted. “But I won’t let them see that part o’ me. It’s not the whole. Not all o’ me. I need tae let them be their own people, and it feckin’ sucks. Why is that so Orenous blasted hard fer me?”

Because you covet as much asss I do, the dragon chuckled maliciously. We take what we want and never let it go.

“Learned that lesson before,” Kat mumbled, digging her hands into her pockets. “I hate that part o’ me. I’m not lettin’ meself make that mistake again. I’m not smotherin’ someone like that. I will not.”

Far off, she finally heard some noise. Giggling and joyful moans. Her ears twitched, points bobbing slightly as they tracked it. Despite normally being excited about those sounds, she just couldn’t muster herself this time. As she got closer, she recognised the sounds. Ann had triggered her libido overload, and was railing Rosalyn for all their little lamb was worth. Probably knotted, too. Kat sighed, pausing by a tree.

“Maybe I should just leave ‘em tae it fer tonight,” she muttered to herself. “I’d be a downer fer tonight’s fun.”

Perhapsss.

Still, she needed to check on them. Make sure they were safe. That was a compulsion she couldn’t ignore. Drearily, she trudged forward, boots shuffling in the snow.

The two hadn’t even made it to a clearing, but were just rutting among the trees. Kat turned a trunk and found a view of Ann draped in so much fur and hair she was nearly unrecognisable with Rosalyn in her arms. The Druid was bouncing on her cock as the Lupine carried her, both completely lost in each other.

Kat smiled weakly. At least they were safe and happy. That’s where they should be. Even with the scratches on Rosalyn’s back, she seemed to be having a great time, judging by the cries escaping those plump lips.

“Ye have fun. I’ll see ye at home,” Kat whispered, mostly to herself, then turned to leave.

“Who’s there?” a snarling voice echoed through the trees. “Show yourself!”

Damnit, she’d been heard. Somehow Ann, even in her feral state, had remembered what the plan was. She’d been listening. Kat didn’t reply, hiding behind a tree.

“Come out, foul hunter. I can smell you,” Ann shouted playfully.

Kat just stood there, too afraid to move. She didn’t trust herself to speak.

A long silence pressed on her. The woods seemed to grow darker as she stood there. She should move, make the choice to leave or join her girlfriends.

“Kat?” a voice asked way closer than should have been possible. She hadn’t heard anyone moving. Looking over, Ann was standing there, still holding Rosalyn in her arms. Her eyes were ethereal purple as she stared.

“Don’t mind me,” Kat said, her voice unsteady. “Ye just… keep goin’.”

Ann blinked once, then twice, then her eyes lost the purple shine and went back to the gold she’d taken for the night.

“Kat, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’,” Kat mumbled. Her chest felt tight. Every word was a struggle to get out.

“Kat, something’s the matter,” Rosalyn said. “Ann, let me down.”

A pair of grunts and a wet pop later, and Rosalyn padded over to Kat on bare feet. Her smaller hand reached up, touching Kat’s arm gently. “Hey. It’s ok.”

Kat faltered. She didn’t look down at Rosalyn, because she knew it’d break her. She couldn’t.

“Kat. Honey, talk to me.”

“… can’t,” Kat croaked, her throat closing up.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ann gasped, rushing over.

Arms surrounded Kat’s shoulders, and she felt that last piece of resistance fracture. Her legs buckled, and she fell to the ground, shaking. She couldn’t breathe. Hells, she couldn’t speak. Tears streamed down her face in unbidden rivers as Ann and Rosalyn embraced her.

“Sorry,” Kat stuttered. “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh,” Ann soothed. “Shhhh. It’s ok. Let it out.”

Kat wept.