POV: Kat

It had been a tiring but good day overall for Kat. A few kills under her belt and a lot of talking with Ann and Bren, she felt their little group growing a bit closer. It was still awkward trying to get to know Ann since she was a blank slate, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t without personality. She was also pretty good for a first time fighter.

The scrap with the Twinwolves had been fairly expected. They were all over the place in this area and she was mildly surprised they’d only ran into one pack so far. She’d purposefully let the two around her flanks to see how Ann would react to them. She was sloppy, but did her job and kept Bren safe despite being outnumbered. Kat liked the commitment she saw in the woman and mulled over her feelings as she stared into the fire.

“She’s been gone for a while, no?” she muttered to Bren.

“Yes, rather long. I wonder if she has run into trouble.”

“Eh, unlikely. We’d hear it if she did. Doubt she went far.” A restlessness stirred in Kat. Despite knowing that her new companion was likely safe, she didn’t want to take chances. “Might be that time o’ the moon fer her. I’mma go check on ‘er, aight?”

“All right, call me if you need me.” Bren waved in his dismissive way that seemed rude, but she knew was just confidence that she’d be fine.

With that, she turned and followed the furrows in the snow where Ann had walked. As she did, slowly and carefully, her mind wandered to other things. Things she’d seen of the woman earlier that day. A heat rose in her cheeks as she remembered the massive member so proudly displayed when she’d peeked in on Ann. Gods, it was thick. Something about it excited her in a way that was hard to explain. She’d not really focused on that kind of desire in a long while. Oh, she’d had her flings over the years with various boys and girls, but it was always a lighthearted jaunt of passion. Something about the sight she’d seen had been different, and she couldn’t quite put words to it. Maybe it was the strange perfection Ann seemed to possess, or the rarity of her biology, both below the skirt and not, that intrigued her? Kat’s heart rate slowly rose as she stalked quietly through the dark.

Suddenly, she heard a gasp and froze. Soon it was followed by a low, lustful moan from her left.

“Oh, Gods, she’s doin’ it again,” Kat realized. Her body subconsciously lowered itself and approached the sounds as a silent predator would.

Eventually she found Ann leaned up against a tree, bathed in moonlight that seemed to perfectly illuminate just her. She’d taken off her skirt, and from Kat’s vantage she could see her right arm working slowly and steadily along with what she knew was that enormous cock.

“What am I doin’ here?” Kat whispered to herself. “Stop this Kat, this is wrong. Really wrong.” Another moan echoed out as Ann’s hips bucked into her hand, a couple inches of girl-cock appearing from behind her arm before disappearing again. “Ah feck, that’s hot,” Kat whined quietly as her body began to heat up. Slowly, distracted by the sight before her, she began to move to get a better angle. Ann’s supernatural hearing seemed to be muted during her times of passion, and the fluffy ears above her head didn’t so much as flick her direction.

Eventually, Kat was settled behind a bush to Ann’s left as she peeked between the dead branches. “Oh, holy shit,” she gasped under her breath as she got her first clear and good look at Ann’s body. It was shimmering in the moonlight, a slight sheen of sweat covering her toned abs and muscled thighs. Her arms were taut as she gripped the tree behind her with the left and slowly but powerfully stroked her cock. Her eyes were screwed shut and her head drooped forward as she lost herself in her self ministrations.

As she watched the woman masturbate, the heat in Kat’s cheeks rose, and another one in her loins began to join it. She ignored it. She had to stay still. What the hell would Ann do if she found her like this? Gods, she could run and leave her, die somewhere in these woods. 

Or, Kat thought as her breath began to quicken, the knot in her chest tightening, she could take me. Oh Gods, she could do unsightly things to me with that bitch-breaker of a cock. I wouldn’t even fight it. Feck, I need ya Ann. Damn me for wantin’ tae do this right. Was this right? Oh Gods, I’m already fuckin’ this up, aren’t I?

She watched as Ann’s hips bucked again and her left hand came around to join her right in stroking up and down the shaft. Her worries left her thoughts immediately. Both hands. Gods, and there was still more she couldn’t fit between them. Up and down, Kat’s eyes followed the motion with desperate lust as her own heat rose. “Oh feck it. I can’t,” she panted quietly as she slipped a hand down under her pants and between her legs. She felt the sopping wetness she expected and carefully sunk a finger into herself. Timing each electrifying movement to each stroke Ann took of her cock, she continued to watch in rapt attention as the woman’s motions sped up. She desperately tried to keep her own movements silent, feeling the heat within her rising with the excitement of the forbidden view she was getting.

Ann sped up again. Moans began to flow freely as her hips readily joined her hands in fucking herself as hard as she could. Kat had added a second finger to her dripping slit as she watched the woman’s cock and breasts bounce with the force of her masturbation. Gods above, she could feel herself getting closer and closer. Her mind began to fog over with the overwhelming desire she felt for the woman before her and she began to imagine Ann being the one between her legs. Ann being the one running her fingers deep inside her, teasing her and pushing her closer and closer to that orgasmic edge. “Fuck, I need it Ann. Please,” she whispered desperately.

As if she’d heard her, Ann stiffened, her tall ears flattening back to her hair, then bucked once, twice, thrice between her hands before a glistening, pearly stream of cum flew from the tip of her cock. Kat watched as Ann’s head flew back and her entire body locked up, every muscle tense and on display. It was a gorgeous sight that sent her over her own edge.

She bit into her arm and shuddered quietly as she felt wetness gush over her fingers, her soft, searing inner walls clenching the digits tightly, releasing, and tightening again. Lost in the mind melting pleasure, she lay there, fingers idly working at her spasming cunt as she watched Ann slowly finish painting the snow before her, small tendrils of steam rising in the frigid air. 

Gods! The thought broke through her lust-addled mind. That was more than she came in the mansion! I wannit!

She watched Ann slowly relax as both their separate orgasms subsided and Ann slid down the tree, fur bristling as it rubbed against the bark, as she came to a sprawling sit. Kat listened to her panting over her own as she desperately tried to control her breath. Ann’s hearing would probably be coming back soon. She needed to be quiet. Silent. Or she’d be found and, Gods above, she didn’t want that now. As she feared, she watched the Lupine’s ears twitch and begin to straighten again.

She pulled her sodden fingers from between her legs with a soft squelch and shuffled back as quietly as she could. When she thought she was far enough away she could risk it, she stood and crept back to the patch Ann had used to go and “relieve herself”. With what time she had before Ann showed up, she tried to collect herself as best she could, using the snow to wash her hand and clean up as best she could. Even without the Lupine sense of smell, she likely reeked of her own fluids.

A quick snow-bath later, and re-clothed, she began following Ann’s trail again, quickly hearing footsteps approaching her.

“Oh! Hi, uh, miss me?” Annita greeted her flirtatiously in her cute, awkward way. It was simply disarming how much Kat enjoyed how the woman stumbled over her words now and then.

“Aye, sure did,” she grinned. “Ye were gone fer so long, Bren and I got worried. Mostly Bren, but he’d never tell ye.” She shuffled slightly, awkwardly. She found it hard to make conversation after what she’d seen, but desperately needed to hide it. “So, ye all right? Anythin’ happenin’ out there?”

An appreciative smile lit up Ann’s face, showing off her sharp teeth, which glinted in the moonlight. Kat had been alarmed at the first time she’d seen the chompers, and rightfully so, she’d found as she watched Ann rip the throats of the Twinwolf out. Now though? She knew they meant no harm to her or hers, so they were just another interesting feature of her new friend. A stray thought about what those would feel like scraping up her thighs, warm kisses trailing the sharp points, sent shivers down her spine.

“Nope, nothing much. Just took some time to myself, is all. It’s been a long day. I killed something for the first time, I remember. Met you and Bren, and just… yeah, it’s been a fucking day.”

Kat had noticed Ann didn’t swear as much as she did, almost keeping the civility she expected of Bren, but she’d heard it twice now. First during the fight with the pack earlier, and now. Something to figure out, Kat determined.

“Ye all right? Wanna talk about any o’ it?” Kat offered.

“Could we? I just, I don’t know. I need to process some of this.” Ann looked down at her with eyes full of trepidation. How could she say no?

“Aye, let me clear off that log o’er there.” Kat led her over to a fallen tree and brushed the old bark as clear as she could get it. She patted a spot next to her and took her own seat. Ann sat gratefully, the old wood creaking under her weight through the silent woods, her tail swishing through the freshly disturbed snow nervously. Chapters first released on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

“I’m here,” she prompted Ann a bit.

“Yeah, thanks. I just, give me a second,” she withdrew and looked up into the barren branches above them. The stars twinkled through as Kat joined her gaze. The vast heavens weren’t something she contemplated much, but on a clear night like this, they were on full display.

“I guess the biggest part for me is the killing part,” Ann started softly as she continued to stare upwards. “It was terrifying, fighting for my life. The blood rushing in my ears, the pain in my body from the bites, the feeling of my claws sinking into flesh, scraping against bone. I just, shit, and the scarier part is it felt kinda good once it was all over. The rush of getting out on top. Having lived while my opponent died. It was amazing and terrible at the same time. Am I making sense here?” Her tail began to swish agitatedly as she looked over at Kat.

Kat took a minute to think about her response. She didn’t want to scare Ann away, but also didn’t want to hold back on what she thought about the woman and what she suspected her future held. Kat had been fighting for nigh on a decade now. Kat was used to the thrill of combat and the elation of victory brought her. She was also familiar with the fear and confusion that a particularly close fight brought her. She needed to tread this conversation carefully.

“Ye are makin’ sense,” she started slowly. “It’s not wrong to have been scared o’ that fight. Ye were outnumbered an’ had no experience or trainin’ to bolster ye. Fer what it’s worth, I stand by my earlier comment that ye did fantastic considerin’ the circumstances,” she put a comforting hand on Ann’s shoulder. “And nae, not a bad thing to be scared o’ the excitement o’ havin’ the capability o’ killin’. Even when the rush takes ye over, makes it feel exhilaratin’, it’s a life ye took,” she tightened her grip on Ann’s shoulder as she saw the other woman shake a little, tears welling behind those big beautiful eyes. Kat’s heart clenched at the sight.

“That bein’ said, remember that the Warped aren’t anythin’ worth pityin’. We’ve had hundreds o’ years researchin’ their kind, and without fail, madness has been their common factor. They’re broken creatures of body an’ mind. Some believe they be in constant pain and killin’ ‘em is a mercy. Besides those I’ve lost to ‘em and the, frankly, hard resentment I hold toward their kind, it’s another layer that lets me fight ‘em without reserve. Aye, though, I can understand ye not havin’ any memories of any o’ yer life havin’ to struggle with this.”

Kat sighed and let her hand fall to her side as she returned to staring up at the sky. She sat there, still and waiting. Hoping her words had the desired effect. It was a long few minutes Ann spent in silence, contemplating Kat’s words.

Kat nearly jumped as she felt Ann’s hand slide over hers and squeeze gently. “Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. I think it’s going to take some time to get used to.”

“Aye, and if yer life is anythin’ like I suspect it’s gonna be, lookin’ at yer Path, it’s gonna be something ye’ll need to be comfortable with. But hey,” she turned her hand and squeezed Ann’s back, “I’m here for ye. ‘Kay? Ye need to talk, shoulder to lean on? I’m here. Bren, most likely too, but that’s up to ye,” she offered a wry grin.

“Thanks.” Ann took a deep, shaky breath, letting it out slowly. Kat was familiar with that breath. Steadying herself. “I think I feel better now. Or at least mostly. Can we head back?”

“Aye, we can. C’mon ye giant wolf lass,” Kat chuckled as she got up off the log and offered her hand. Her grin became a warm smile as Ann took it and followed her back to camp. She was absolutely giddy when Ann didn’t let it go until they saw the orange glow flickering through the dark trunks of the trees.