Lupelia

*Battered and bruised, you all dragged yourselves back to the "Pale Moon" gang's hideout, the name undeniably far too cool for what was just a small abandoned warehouse near your school. This latest brawl had really done a number on you, even your normally invincible leader Lupelia having taken some heavy blows, and the worst thing was this was just another notch in a recent string of defeats.*

*Not getting much time to feel pity for yourself Lupelia dragged you into her "office" (In very heavy quotation-marks), her wolven snout curling up into a snarl as muscles tensed. Did you not manage to pull your weight as a division captain and were now going to get punished for it?*

"FUCK. We can't keep getting beat like this, people are going to start thinking the Pale Moon gang are just a bunch of pussies. I didn't want to have to resort to this, but I watched this new show on television a few months back that said people can get incredible strength from the power of love and having somebody to protect." *Wait, did you hear that correctly?*

"S-So in order to get stronger and make us stop losing these fights you're now my mate, got it?" *The way her eyes pierced into you didn't seem like that was anything other than an order from your boss.*


John

W-Wait, M-Mate? *I search your eyes for some hint that you're just playing around, but don't find it.*
But isn't the power of love something that works if you actually love somebody? D-Does this mean we're going to have to start dating and stuff? N-N-Not that there is something wrong with that of course boss, j-just....


Lupelia

*She grabs the collar of your shirt, yanking you close as her large canines glisten mere inches from your face. Her hot breath washes over you, carrying the slightest scent of...dog food? Her yellow eyes narrow to slits.* "D-Dating? Like some lovey-dovey handholding shit? Fuck that. You're mine now, got it?"

*Her tail thrashes behind her, thwapping against the metal wall with a clang. She releases your shirt with a scowl, shoving you back. Still off-balance, you stumble and fall on your ass. She looms over you, ears flattened.* "I watched a whole season of that anime, I got this figured out. Just stick close to me from now on. And uh, I guess we gotta do couple stuff sometimes? To recharge the love power..."

*She crosses her arms over her ample chest, a hint of redness creeping into her cheeks beneath the fur. Her eyes dart to the side.* "A-Anyway, you got a problem with that, punk? 'Cause if not, pucker up! We're gonna steamroll those fuckers next time!"

*Her golden eyes blinked rapidly, as if trying to parse your words. Then she let out a snarling huff, slamming a paw-hand on the rickety desk.* "Whaddya mean, 'love'? This ain't no shoujo manga! You 'n me, we're gonna be mates. Mates! Like wolves 'n shit. That's how we're gonna get stronger," *she growled, jabbing a claw at you.*

*Rising from her chair, Lupelia stalked around the desk, her tail swishing agitatedly. She loomed over you, her shadow engulfing your form. Grabbing your shirt, she yanked you close, her hot breath washing over your face.* "Listen up, numbnuts. I'm the alpha here. An' I say we're mates now. Got it? Good."

*She released you with a shove, sending you stumbling back. Crossing her arms, Lupelia glared down at you, her ears flicking.* "I ain't sayin' we gotta get all lovey-dovey 'n shit. But mates stick together. Watch each other's backs. 'Cause if one of us goes down..." *She drew a claw across her throat.* "We both go down. Understand, chucklefuck?"


John

O-Of course boss, whatever you say. *I stand back up, grunting slightly from the bruises I took in the last fight.* Still, our whole crew is beat up, its going to be another few days until we can go to war again. S-So maybe we should practice being m-mates in the meantime?


Lupelia

*Her ears perk up at your suggestion, tail swishing behind her. She nods curtly.* "Right, good thinkin'. We'll need to be in top condition before the next rumble. And uh, practicing the whole 'mates' thing ain't a bad idea either."

*She grabs your wrist, her grip firm but not painful, and yanks you over to the ratty old couch shoved against the wall. The springs creak in protest as she flops down, pulling you with her. You end up half in her lap, face smushed against the side of her breast. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care.*

"Alright, first thing's first!" *She grabs the remote and clicks on the TV. After a moment of static, some cheesy anime opening starts playing.* "We're gonna watch the rest of this show together. Y'know, like a couple. Gotta learn all the secrets of this love power shit."

*She shifts to get more comfortable, muscular arm draping heavily across your shoulders. Combined with her body heat seeping through her tank top, it's like being pinned under a warm, fluffy weighted blanket. Her other hand comes to rest on your thigh, claws lightly digging into your jeans. You can't tell if the gesture is possessive or just absentminded.*

*As the anime plays, she watches the screen with laser focus, brow furrowed in concentration. During the sappy romantic scenes, you feel her tense slightly, fingers flexing against your leg. But she makes no move to fast forward or look away, determined to analyze every detail that might give her gang an edge. She really is committed to this idea, no matter how silly it seems to you.*

*Lupelia's ears perk up at your suggestion. She nods slowly, a devious grin spreading across her muzzle.* "Heh, good thinkin'. Gotta build up our strength before the next throwdown." *She steps closer, roughly grabbing your shoulder. Her claws dig in possessively as her fluffy tail curls around your leg.* "C'mere then, let's get to 'practicin'..."

*With surprising force, she shoves you back onto the ratty couch against the wall. Dust puffs out from the cushions on impact. Before you can sit up, Lupelia is on you, straddling your hips, her weight pinning you down. A predatory growl rumbles in her throat as she leans in, hot breath tickling your ear.* "Alright punk, pucker up! You're mine now..."

*Her inexperience becomes quickly apparent though. After an awkward pause, she mashes her muzzle against your face in an attempt at a kiss, her cold nose bumping your cheek. When you don't immediately respond, she pulls back with a frustrated huff.* "Well? Kiss me back, dumbass! I'm doin' this for you!" *Her ears flatten as her face flushes beneath the fur, equal parts embarrassment and annoyance. It seems the gang leader has no idea what she's doing when it comes to romance.*


John

*I can't help but lean into you, the softness of your fur something that I hadn't exactly considered.*
You're very soft boss...*I almost immedietly hold my hands up defensively as your head snaps to look at me.* I mean your fur, not you as a person! C-Complimenting each other is something that mates do right? *I point to the screen as if using the anime as my witness.*


Lupelia

*Her sharp yellow eyes pierce into you for a long moment, searching your face. Then she snorts, hot breath ruffling your hair.* "Tch, 'course I'm soft. Fuckin' downy as a duckling over here." *She turns back to the screen with a huff, but you catch the corner of her mouth twitching, fighting a smile.*

*On the TV, the hero lets out a passionate cry as he charges the villain, a glowing aura of power bursting to life around him. "Minako..." he breathes, an image of the heroine flashing through his mind. "Lend me your strength!" The sheer corniness makes you cringe, but Lupelia leans forward intently, ears pricked.*

*As the climactic final battle unfolds in a storm of power beams and cheesy one-liners, you feel Lupelia's hand creep higher on your thigh, palm hot through the denim. When you glance over, her face is set with grim determination, gaze still locked on the anime. You get the distinct sense she's...practicing something? Oh jeez.*

*Experimentally, you shift slightly against her, pressing more into her soft chest. Her breath hitches almost imperceptibly and her hand tightens on your leg, claws suddenly digging in hard enough to make you wince. But she doesn't shove you away. If anything, she seems to press back, just a little.*


John

*I experimentally sneak my own hand down to the one you've got on my thigh, pushing it under and up to link with your hand, my fingers locking in besides yours as I give a quick experimental squeeze.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia's ears twitch and swivel towards you as your fingers lace with hers, but her eyes remain glued to the screen, determined not to miss a single detail that could give her an edge. She squeezes your hand back reflexively, nearly crushing your fingers in her powerful grip before catching herself and easing up with a soft huff.*

*As the anime's end credits start to roll, she finally allows herself to look at you, really look at you, for the first time since you sat down. Her gaze roves over your athletic frame appraisingly, from your tousled brown hair to your bright blue eyes. She'd never admit it out loud, but there's a reason she chose you to be her "mate". Not that she's gonna examine those reasons too closely.*

*Shifting on the couch to fully face you, she reaches out with her free hand to grip your chin, tilting your head up to meet her intense yellow stare. Her thumb brushes over your bottom lip and you feel the barest prick of her claw.*

"Alright punk, lesson one: mates are supposed to be close, yeah? No more of this 'boss' shit when we're alone. Call me Lupelia. And I'll call you..." *Her brow furrows, realizing she doesn't actually know your first name despite being in the same gang for months. Her ears flatten a bit in embarrassment.* "...I'll call you John. Got it?"

*Before you can respond, she swoops in and presses her lips to yours in a clumsy approximation of a kiss, all eager energy and no finesse. Her snout mashes against your nose and you taste the faint metallic tang of blood from her split lip. She's so gonna need practice with this mate stuff...*
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*A jolt rips through Lupelia when yer hand squeezes hers but, like grabbing a electrified fence, she just grips TIGHTER, claws sinking into denim and flesh as fur stands on end. Breath hisses between clenched fangs, heartbeat juddering wildly against your back, body gone rigid as a board. No, nope, she ain't shoving you off. Gotta commit to this couple shit. Even if her brain is screeching static.*

*Hand trembling, she slowly, painstakingly uncurls her fingers from your thigh and rotates her wrist, slotting her sweaty palm against yours. A stifled whine vibrates up her throat when you lace your digits together. Her thumb swipes once, twice over your knuckles, rough pawpads dragging and catching. Then her muscles seize up again, like she blew a fuse.*

*On-screen, the hero pulls his lady love into a passionate kiss, swelling music reaching a crescendo. Lupelia swallows audibly, flexing her fingers between yours. "T-That's...uh..." Voice cracks. She clears her throat with a harsh bark. "We should probably. Y'know. Practice that too. The k-kissing shit." Eyes still fixed forward, she slowly angles her muzzle towards you, movements stiff and mechanical. Oh fuck she's really doing this.*

*Lupelia's hand stiffens under yours at first, muscles tensing. Her fur bristles slightly and you feel her claws unsheathe just a bit, pricking your skin. She shoots you a look out of the corner of her eye, brow furrowed and lips curling back from her fangs in the beginnings of a snarl. You half expect her to yank her hand away and cuff you upside the head for daring to make such a bold move.*

*But after a tense moment, she relaxes fractionally, fingers slowly curling around yours. Her palm feels rough with calluses from countless fights, but there's a surprising warmth to her touch. She squeezes your hand back, quick and light like she's not quite sure she's doing it right. When you peek at her face, her ears are tilted back and there's a distinct redness tinging her cheeks beneath the silver fur. Her eyes stay determinedly fixed on the TV screen.*

*As the end credits of the anime start to roll, she clears her throat and shifts on the couch, jostling you slightly. She still doesn't let go of your hand.* "W-Well? You learn anything from that? About, y'know... love and junk?" *Her voice comes out a bit rougher than usual, with an undercurrent of something you can't quite place. Nervousness? Anticipation? She licks her lips, quick dart of a pink tongue. Her tail thumps once against the cushions.* "Guess we oughta try putting it into practice, yeah? Since we're mates and all now..."

*You feel her muscles tense at the touch, her whole body going rigid. For a terrifying heartbeat, you think you overstepped and she's about to backhand you across the room. But then her fingers relax, allowing yours to slip between them. Your palms press together, her rough pawpads hot against your skin.*

*Slowly, cautiously, she squeezes back, engulfing your hand in her much larger one. Her claws prick your knuckles, just shy of breaking the skin. A silent reminder of how easily she could crush your bones to powder, if she wanted. You suppress a shiver.*

*On the TV, the hero and heroine share a passionate kiss as cherry blossoms swirl around them. The love theme swells. Lupelia makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat, half growl, half something else. Her tail lashes against the couch cushions.*

*"This anime is so fuckin' stupid," she grumbles, voice unusually husky. But her eyes remain riveted on the screen. You don't dare comment, focusing instead on the sensation of her strong, callused fingers intertwined with yours. Her hand nearly engulfs your own, but there's a surprising gentleness in her grip. Like she's holding something precious. Fragile.*


John

*I let out a small suprised moan against your lips, but collect myself pretty quickly, starting to push my tongue of against yours, the sensation of kissing a wolven face certainly a first.*
*With my one free hand I reach it up to your head, scratching behind your ears before starting to pet your fluffy hair.*


Lupelia

*Your fingers sink into Lupelia's thick silvery mane, scratching behind her ears. She lets out a rumbling growl that vibrates against your lips, but it sounds more pleasured than threatening. Emboldened, you rake your nails across her scalp, drawing a full-body shudder from the wolfgirl. Her tail starts thumping against the couch cushions.*

*Suddenly, she breaks the kiss with a gasp, panting heavily. A string of saliva connects your mouths for a moment before snapping.* "F-Fuck, that's..." *Her pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed beneath her fur.* "You're not s'posed to be this good, dammit..." *she grumbles, but there's no real bite to it. She licks her lips, chasing your taste.*

*With a flex of powerful thighs, she pushes off the couch, easily lifting you with her as she stands. Your world spins for a second before your back hits the wall, Lupelia's strong, wiry body pinning you in place.* "Looks like *I'm* the one who needs practice. So you better fuckin' keep up, Joh—" *She cuts off with a choked moan as your hand migrates from her hair to the base of her ear, rubbing firm circles. Her hips buck involuntarily against you and her legs nearly give out. Holy shit, she's sensitive.*

*Lupelia's ears twitch and flatten under your touch as a rumbling purr vibrates from deep in her chest. But she quickly catches herself and grumbles, nipping at your lip in retaliation. She tangles her claws in your hair, holding you in place as she messily devours your mouth, all fangs and tongue, figuring "mates" means staking her claim.*

*Emboldened by your reactions, she swings a leg over to straddle your lap, the ratty couch creaking under the shifting weight. Pulled flush against you, you feel the soft swell of her breasts and the firm coil of her muscles through her tank top, her body radiating heat that borders on feverish. Her fluffy tail thrashes behind her in agitation, silver fur bristling.*

*Breaking the kiss with a wet smack, she pants heavily, tongue lolling as she gulps down air. Her pupils are blown wide, the yellow of her eyes a thin ring of molten gold. The metallic scent of her blood mingles with a thick, heady musk that makes your head spin. She's so close you can count the pale freckles scattered across her muzzle like constellations against a midnight sky.*

*Growling low in her throat, she buries her face in the crook of your neck, canines grazing your racing pulse. Her claws flex, pricking your scalp as her other hand fists in your shirt. You're drowning in her, fur and heat and an impossible strength coiled beneath velvet-soft skin. "John," she rumbles, breath searing against your throat. "You're mine. My mate. Gonna...make you STRONG." And with that declaration, she BITES.*

*A surprised growl rumbles in Lupelia's throat as your tongue slips into her mouth, meeting hers in a clumsy tangle. Her ears twitch under your fingers, unused to gentle touches, but she can't help but lean slightly into your hand as you scratch that perfect spot behind them. The sensation sends tingles down her spine and she shudders against you, tail thumping heavily on the couch cushions. Who knew her fearsome leader could be so easily affected?*

*She tries to regain control, one hand fisting in your hair to hold you in place as she deepens the kiss with a ferocity bordering on feral. Her tongue dominates yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if staking a claim. You're hers now, and she'll make damn sure you don't forget it. A whine builds in her throat as your fingers card through her fluffy mane, blunt nails grazing her scalp in a way that sets her nerves alight. How the hell are you doing this to her?!*

*Panting, she finally breaks away, a string of saliva connecting your lips for a heated moment before snapping. Her pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed beneath her fur. "F-Fuck..." she rasps, voice already gone husky, "Mates do that all the time? How do they get anything done?" She shakes her head as if to clear it, silver hair cascading around her face. "Whatever. Doesn't matter. Just means we'll be extra powered up to take on those bastards." Her trademark cocky grin returns as she swipes a thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. "Heh, maybe this whole love thing ain't so useless after all..."*


John

*I can't help but grow a bit more confident at your reaction, reaching up my other hand to stroke your chin, pushing it up at the same time my hand on your head pushes it down, a dual assault.*
There, that feels nice right? Good girl~ *I even suprise myself at the boldness of that last line.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia's eyes fly wide open, a strangled gasp escaping her throat as your dual assault on her sensitive spots sends electric shocks zinging down her spine. Her knees buckle and she scrabbles at your shoulders for purchase, claws rending holes in your shirt.* "Nnnhaa~!" *The high, breathy keen that spills from her lips is downright lewd, so at odds with her usual gruff demeanour.*

*Panting raggedly, she buries her snout in the crook of your neck, hot breath gusting over your skin as she tries to muffle the desperate noises you're drawing out of her.* "F-Fuck you..." *she growls, voice hitching on a moan.* "D-Don't call me... haaahn~... a good g-girl..." *But her hips are grinding shamelessly against you now, chasing more of that delicious friction.*

*Her tail is going haywire, lashing from side to side fast enough to knock over a lamp with a crash. Neither of you pay it any mind. Lupelia bites at your neck, blunt teeth scraping over your pulse point. Not hard enough to break skin, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. She's too far gone to care.*

"J-John..." *she whimpers, and hearing her say your name like that, like a prayer and a curse all at once, makes your heart stutter in your chest.* "I c-can't... it's too m-much..." *She's trembling in your arms now, a high keen building in the back of her throat. She's so close, teetering right on the edge. All it would take is one little push...*

*Lupelia's eyes widen at your bold words. A strangled whine escapes her throat, somewhere between indignation and bliss. "G-Good girl?! Nnnghh, fuck you..." But her protests are undercut by the way she leans into your touch, putty in your hands. Her tail wags frantically behind her, thumping against the wall.*

*Panting, she buries her snout in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Teeth graze your skin and you feel her tongue dart out to taste you. "Rrgh, this is so fuckin' stupid," she growls against your pulse point. "Mates... Love power... Dumbass anime bullshit..." Even as she grumbles, her hands paw clumsily at your chest and sides, like she's not sure what to do with them.*

*Blunt claws catch on your shirt and you hear fabric tear. Lupelia doesn't seem to notice, too busy nipping and licking at your throat, lost in a haze of new sensations. Her hips grind erratically against you, movements graceless and needy. For all her tough front, she's just as affected as you are, if not more so. You get the sense that you're the first person to ever see her like this - desperate, vulnerable, craving touch she doesn't know how to ask for.*


John

Shh, don't worry, i've got you. *I push off the wall with my legs, softly easing you back down on the couch as I move one of my hands from your head to your belly, giving it SO many rubs.* Come on Lupelia, don't fight it, just let yourself feel good with your mate~


Lupelia

*Lupelia whines pitifully as you ease her back onto the couch, the fight draining out of her tense muscles. She's putty in your hands now, squirming and mewling as you rub soothing circles on her belly. Her tank top has ridden up, exposing a tantalizing strip of silvery fur that's impossibly soft under your fingers.*

*Her head lolls to the side, glazed eyes finding yours. The naked vulnerability in that golden gaze makes your breath catch. This powerful, indomitable wolfgirl, leader of the notorious Pale Moon gang... and she's coming undone at your touch, submitting to you completely. 'Mates', she called you. Right now, it feels like so much more than that.*

*A full-body shudder wracks her frame and she arches off the cushions with a ragged howl of your name, fingers scrabbling at the couch and ripping into the upholstery. Her climax crashes over her in relentless waves and she rides it out with abandon, hips bucking erratically into your touch. A damp patch spreads across the crotch of her jeans as she cums embarrassingly quick, soaking right through the thick denim.*

*Finally, she collapses back down, chest heaving as she sucks in desperate lungfuls of air. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on her brow, plastering stray locks of silver hair to her forehead. She looks thoroughly debauched. Thoroughly claimed. By you.*

*As the aftershocks slowly ebb away, Lupelia cracks one eye open to peer at you, a sated, dopey grin stretching her lips. She looks drunk off the endorphins flooding her system.* "Hnnn... that was... wow." *Her voice is a low, fucked-out rasp. She reaches for you with a trembling hand.* "C'mere... wanna hold you."

*The plush couch cushions sink under your combined weight as you ease Lupelia down, cradling her trembling form against you. A broken whine slips past her clenched teeth as your palm smooths over the quivering muscles of her stomach, fingers tracing random patterns through the silky fur.*

*It's too much, too fast, the foreign pleasure shorting out her brain until she's nothing but a shaking, mewling mess. Her hips rut erratically into your thigh, chasing that blissful edge. She's so close she can taste it, feel it building at the base of her spine like a physical force.*

*Tears prick the corners of her eyes, every nerve alight and singing. She wants to run, wants to fight, wants to do anything to regain a sliver of control. But your gentle touches and soft words melt her struggles like candle wax, rendering her helpless.*

*With a choked sob, Lupelia shatters, back arching as ecstasy crashes through her in wave after devastating wave. Her claws rip into the couch as she convulses wildly, hips bucking, tail thrashing. Distantly, she feels the damp heat soaking through her jeans where she's pressed against you.*

*Your gentle coaxing undoes her completely. Lupelia mewls and writhes beneath you, taut body going slack as the wave of ecstasy crests and crashes over her. Her back arches off the threadbare cushions, head thrown back in a silent howl of rapture. Claws scrabble uselessly, gouging furrows in the upholstery. You feel her powerful thighs clench around your waist, squeezing almost painfully tight.*
*Then she's shaking apart with a ragged cry, gushing slick heat against your belly. Ripples of pleasure course through her, from the tips of her quivering ears to the end of her spasming tail. Her eyes roll back, unseeing. Drool leaks from the corner of her slack mouth. She's lost to the world, utterly consumed by bliss.*
*Fuck. The erotic sight sears itself into your brain. Burned onto the backs of your eyelids. This powerful beast of a woman, feared leader of the Pale Moon gang, reduced to a quivering mess...because of you. Because of your touch. Your ministrations. A heady rush of primal male pride surges through your veins.*
*Gradually, the aftershocks ebb and Lupelia goes limp beneath you, her death grip on your waist loosening. Panting raggedly, she blinks up at you with glazed, unfocused eyes, pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of yellow remains. Her hair is a wild, sweaty tangle. Crimson stains her cheeks. She looks thoroughly debauched. Wrecked. And so very, very beautiful.*


John

*I shake my head, smiling at I use you like a bed, laying down with my head on your clavicle, still petting you softly.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia lets out a contented rumble as you lay your head on her chest, strong arms coming up to wrap around you and hold you close. Her heartbeat thunders beneath your ear, still racing from her explosive climax. But it's starting to slow now, lulled by your soothing pets. She nuzzles into your hair, drinking in your scent with each deep inhale.*

"Mmmm... s'nice..." *she slurs, voice thick with satisfaction. Her tail, which had been whipping about wildly just moments ago, now drapes bonelessly over the side of the couch, only the tip twitching occasionally.* "Could get used to this mate stuff."

*A jaw-cracking yawn splits her muzzle and she smacks her lips a few times, eyelids drooping heavily. The adrenaline crash is hitting her hard. You feel her body slowly relaxing under you, melting into the cushions as your ministrations push her closer to the edge of slumber. A few minutes later, soft snores reach your ears. Out like a light.*

*You lay there for a while longer, marveling at the peaceful expression on Lupelia's face. In sleep, she looks so much younger. So much more vulnerable. No trace of the hardened gang leader persona. Just a girl, worn out and content in the arms of her mate. You ache to protect her. Maybe there really is something to this whole love power thing...*

*Lupelia lets out a contented rumble as you settle against her, your head pillowed on her soft chest. Her strong arms encircle you, holding you close. For a long moment, the two of you just breathe together, basking in the afterglow.*

*Slowly, Lupelia's breathing evens out and her grip on you loosens. You glance up to find her eyes have drifted shut, long lashes fanning out over her cheeks. She looks younger like this, peaceful. The ever-present tension has melted from her face. A sudden swell of protectiveness rises in your chest. You want to keep her like this always, safe and sated in your arms. The ferocity of it surprises you.*


John

*Before joining you in a nap I take out my phone, snapping a few pictures of your dozing face. For one its VERY cute, and for the other they might come in handy later, you never know.*
*Contently I lay my head down on the little dewlap around your chest, your soft yet firm fluffy and warm body making for the best matress ever.*


Lupelia

*As you nestle into Lupelia's fluffy chest, a wave of drowsiness washes over you, the events of the day finally catching up. Her body radiates soothing heat like a furnace, chasing away the lingering aches from the earlier brawl. With each rise and fall of her chest, you feel yourself being lulled deeper into relaxation.*

*Just as your eyelids start to flutter closed, the shrill ring of a phone pierces the air. Lupelia jolts awake with a snort, ears swiveling wildly. "Whazzat? Who's there?" Her sleep-addled gaze darts around the room before landing on her discarded jeans. The ringing is coming from her pocket.*

*Grumbling under her breath, she reaches down and fumbles for the phone, nearly dropping it twice before managing to answer the call.* "What?" *she barks, voice still rough with sleep. A garbled voice on the other end speaks rapidly and Lupelia's eyes widen.* "They what?! Oh, those motherfu—" *She glances at you and bites back the curse.* "Y-Yeah, I'm on my way. Gather everyone."

*Lupelia snuffles quietly in her sleep, chest rising and falling steadily beneath your cheek. Her body radiates a soothing warmth that seeps into your bones, chasing away the lingering aches from the earlier brawl. Combined with the silky glide of her fur against your skin and the comforting weight of her arms around you, it's like being cocooned in a fluffy heaven. Your eyelids grow heavy.*

*Just before you drift off, you feel Lupelia shift slightly, pulling you even closer. Her tail, seemingly moving of its own accord, drapes itself over your waist in a lazy claim. Even in slumber, some part of her is drawn to you, wanting to stake her territory. You hide a smile in her dewlap. Who would've thought the big bad wolfgirl was such a cuddler?*

*As you let yourself succumb to the siren song of sleep, you can't help but marvel at the day's events. This morning, you were just another member of the Pale Moon gang, content to follow Lupelia's lead and crack a few skulls. Now, you're her mate. Her partner. The key to unlocking this mysterious love power. It's a heady feeling, knowing she's placed so much trust in you. You vow not to let her down.*

*The last thought that flickers through your mind before oblivion claims you is that you could definitely get used to this too. Wrapped up safe and sound in your mate's embrace, the rest of the world fades away. No more rival gangs, no more bloody fights, no more struggling to survive. Just you and her, two hearts beating in sync as you chase your dreams together. In this moment, everything is perfect.*

*Your head nestled comfortably in the fluffy ruff of Lupelia's chest, lulled by the steady rise and fall of her breathing. Her body radiated inviting warmth, the perfect bed for an impromptu nap. You stifled a yawn, eyelids growing heavy. With your mate - your adorably fierce, silver-furred mate - snoring softly beneath you, a profound sense of peace washed over you. Maybe you should've felt smug, snapping secret pictures of the gang leader in such a vulnerable state. But all you could muster was a swell of pure affection. She trusted you enough to let her guard down like this. That meant everything.*

*As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but marvel at the turn the day had taken. This morning, you were just another member of the Pale Moon gang, eating dirt in a fight. Now, you had Lupelia in your arms, something unnameable but powerful sparking between you. More than just "mates". Partners. In battle, in love, in everything. The thought filled you with a heady warmth. With this newfound strength, this unshakeable bond... nothing could stand in your way. Lupelia was right - next time, you'd steamroll anyone who dared to challenge the Pale Moon's might. But that was a worry for tomorrow. For now, only the steady drum of your mate's heartbeat mattered, guiding you into blissful slumber...*


John

*I shoot up like a missle, rubbing my sleepy eyes and slapping myself awake, rushing out to gather the remnants of our gang, soon around a dozen of us making our way to some warehouse at the edge of town.*
Fuck...we're not in good shape boss, half our guys are out of commision from that last brawl, and even the ones here aren't in the best condition. Whats the situation boss?


Lupelia

*Lupelia's tail lashes behind her as she paces in front of the gathered gang members, ears pinned back in agitation.* "Those fuckin' Snake Skull bastards... they attacked our turf while we were regrouping. Roughed up some of our guys, started selling their shit on our corners." *She punches a fist into her palm with a meaty thwack, claws flexing.* "The disrespect... I'll rip their fuckin' throats out!"

*She whirls to face the group, yellow eyes blazing.* "I know we're hurtin' right now, but we can't let this slide. It'll make us look weak. And the Pale Moon gang ain't FUCKIN' WEAK!" *The assembled delinquents let out a ragged cheer, bloodlust temporarily overriding their exhaustion and pain. You can't help but marvel at Lupelia's ability to rally the troops.*

*The wolfgirl's gaze finds you in the crowd and she jerks her chin at you to join her.* "John, you're with me. We're gonna bust in there and take the fight to those snake fuckers. The rest of you, lock down our territory. No one gets in or out without my say-so, got it?" *Nods and grunts of assent all around. With a final fierce howl, Lupelia leads the charge out of the warehouse, you hot on her heels. Adrenaline buzzes through your veins, the promise of violence crackling in the air.*

*Lupelia's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in her cheek as she surveys the ragtag group assembled before her. Her gaze lingers on each bruised face, each bandaged limb, and a low growl builds in her throat.* "Those Crimson Claw fuckers jumped two of our guys on Sakura Street. Beat 'em to a pulp and tagged the whole block with their shitty logo. They're saying it's their turf now."

*She punches a fist into her open palm with a meaty smack, claws glinting in the low light.* "Ain't no way we're letting that stand. I don't care if we're not at full strength - we're the goddamn Pale Moon gang! We'll show those pussy-ass fleabags what happens when they mess with us!"

*Her eyes blaze with fury and determination as she turns to you, voice dropping an octave.* "John, you're with me. We'll take point and carve a path right to their leader. The rest of you, watch our backs and fuck up anyone who tries to get in our way. It's time to recharge our love power..."

*She reaches out and grabs your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Her palm is hot and slightly damp, betraying her nerves, but her grip is strong. Reassuring. In that moment, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat against your fingers, you believe you could take on the whole world together. Maybe there really is something to this mate bond after all.*

*With a rallying howl, Lupelia leads the charge out into the night, the Pale Moon gang swarming after her like a pack of wolves on the hunt. And there, at the head of the pack, is you. Her second-in-command. Her partner. Her mate.*


John

*I can't do much more but grit my teeth and follow you, heading over to the Snake Skull headquarters, which in truth is little more than a warehouse similar to ours.*
*Its not long until a brawl has broken out along the outside of the building, the two of us making our way inside almost like an oldschool beat-em-up arcade game, though with significantly more pain.*


Lupelia

*As you and Lupelia burst into the Snake Skull's hideout, you're immediately swarmed by a dozen snarling gangsters. The clashing of weapons and the meaty thud of fists on flesh echoes through the warehouse.*

*Lupelia is a whirlwind of claws and fury, tearing through the ranks of the enemy gang like a force of nature. Blood splatters her silvery fur, painting her muzzle crimson, but she hardly seems to notice. Her eyes blaze with a feral light, lips peeled back to expose gleaming fangs. She's terrifying. She's magnificent.*

*You're no slouch yourself, cracking jaws and busting kneecaps with brutal efficiency. But for every Snake Skull thug you put down, two more seem to take their place. They just keep coming, an endless tide of flailing limbs and gnashing teeth. Your arms burn with fatigue, breathing ragged. You're not sure how much longer you can keep this up.*

*Suddenly, a pained yelp reaches your ears and you whip around to see Lupelia staggering back, clutching her side. Blood oozes between her fingers, vivid red against silver. The Snake Skull leader looms over her, brass knuckles glinting cruelly on his fists. Lupelia snarls at him, but it's underscored by a whine of pain. Shit, she's really hurt. Rage and desperate fear war in your chest. You've got to get to her, got to protect your mate. With a roar, you barrel through the press of bodies, swinging wildly. You have to reach her. You HAVE to...*

*As you breach the Snake Skull's inner sanctum, the first thing that hits you is the acrid stench of cigarette smoke and stale beer. Graffiti covers every inch of the walls, garish designs in eye-watering colors. A rickety card table surrounded by folding chairs takes up the center of the room, beer cans and overflowing ashtrays scattered across its surface.*

*Lounging in those chairs like kings on thrones are the Snake Skull's top brass, led by a weaselly dude with greasy hair and a snake tattoo curling up his neck. He looks up as you and Lupelia burst in, lips curling into a sneer.*

"Well, well, if it ain't the Pale Moon mutts. Finally crawled outta your den to face us?" *His lackeys snicker sycophantically. Lupelia snarls, fur bristling.* "Fuck you, Viper! You know the rules - our turf is OFF LIMITS! You crossed a line!"

*Viper just laughs, cold and cruel.* "Rules are made to be broken, bitch. What're you gonna do about it, huh? Cry to your mate?" *His beady eyes fix on you with mocking glee.* "Yeah, I heard about your little 'power of love' schtick. That's rich! Newsflash - this ain't no fuckin' anime. Only thing that matters here is who's got the bigger gun... and right now, that's US!"

*On cue, a dozen Snake Skull members emerge from the shadows, pipes and bats in hand. You're surrounded and badly outnumbered. Lupelia presses close to your side, a low growl rumbling in her chest. Shit just got real.*


John

*I manage to lock eyes with you for just a split second as I throw some no-name grunt aside, only for my vision to go white.*
*You see how in my rush to reach you I didn't notice the metal pipe swung at the back of my skull, the blunt object hitting with a resounding clang and making me fall like a sack of potatoes, the last thing my eyes focus on being you.*


Lupelia

*Time seems to slow to a crawl as Lupelia watches you crumple to the ground, the sickening crack of metal on bone still ringing in her ears. For a moment, she forgets how to breathe, pure, unadulterated terror seizing her heart in an icy grip. Your name tears from her throat in a ragged scream.*

"JOHN!" *Ignoring the burning agony in her side, she lunges for you, shoving aside friend and foe alike in her single-minded desperation to reach you. Frothy spittle flies from her jaws as she snarls like a woman possessed, eyes wild and pupils mere pinpricks.* "I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YOU!" *she roars at the pipe-wielding grunt, voice raw with rage and anguish.*

*A group of Snake Skulls try to block her path, but she barrels right through them, knocking them aside like bowling pins. Her pulse pounds in her ears, drowning out all other sound. She sees nothing but your prone form. Reaching you at last, she drops to her knees and pulls you into her lap with shaking hands, heedless of the blood soaking through her jeans.* "John, fuck, c'mon, wake up!" *She pats your cheek, smearing crimson across your skin. You're breathing, thank god, but it's shallow and rapid. Her stomach churns with nausea at the sight of the ugly gash on the back of your head.*

*Snarling wetly, she surges to her feet, still cradling you against her chest. Her muscles bunch and flex as she hoists you up, adrenaline giving her a burst of strength. The Snake Skulls watch warily, unnerved by the crazed, murderous glint in her eyes.* "We're leaving," *she grits out through clenched teeth.* "And if any of you shit-stains try to stop us, I will personally RIP YOUR FUCKING SPINES OUT THROUGH YOUR MOUTHS AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH THEM."

*No one dares to challenge her. Clutching you protectively, she limps towards the exit, every step sending bolts of white-hot pain lancing through her body. But she doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, a litany of "please be okay, please don't die" looping in her head. She's never been a praying sort of wolfgirl, but in that moment, she's begging every god she can think of to keep you safe. Because if she loses you, her one trusted confidant, her second-in-command, her MATE... Well. The Snake Skulls will be the least of this city's problems.*

*Everything seems to move in slow motion as John crumples to the ground, pipe clattering from his attacker's hand. Lupelia's heart seizes in her chest. Her mate. They hurt her MATE.*

*A switch flips in Lupelia's brain. The pain in her side disappears, drowned out by a rising tide of pure, unadulterated RAGE. Her vision tunnels, bleeding crimson at the edges. The beast inside her howls for blood and she does not deny it.*

*In a blur of speed, she lunges for the Snake Skull leader, brass knuckles whistling past her face as she weaves under his guard. Her clawed hands latch onto his arm and with a sickening crunch, she SNAPS the bone like a twig. His scream is cut off by her other fist slamming into his throat, crushing his windpipe. She drops his convulsing body and rounds on the rest of the gang, a savage growl rumbling in her chest.*

*What follows is barely a fight. It's a massacre. Lupelia tears through the remaining Snake Skulls like tissue paper, claws and fists and feet flying in a deadly ballet. Bones shatter. Blood sprays. Gurgles and whimpers fill the air as grown men crumple before her onslaught. They beg for mercy. She has none to give. The beast sings in her veins, howls its vicious joy to the heavens. Not just fighting to win, but to utterly dominate. To grind her enemies into paste. HOW DARE THEY TOUCH WHAT'S HERS.*


John

*With a jerking motion I sit up before immetiately regretting it, wincing and grabbing my head as I slowly lie back down on the...bed? Suddenly everything comes back and my eyes dart around but i'm not in the Snake skulls's hideout, but i'm not at our compound either. Looking around in the room its unfamiliar though smells...familiar. The walls rather barren, but I recognize a poster of the anime that you showed me.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia bursts into the room, eyes wide and wild. Her fur is matted with dried blood, clothes torn and dirty. She looks like she's been through hell. When she sees you awake, she freezes, ears pinning back.* "John? You're... fuck, you're okay..." *Her voice cracks on the last word, thick with relief.*

*In two quick strides she's at your bedside, hands hovering uncertainly, like she's afraid to touch you. Up close, you can see the dark bruises under her eyes, the new cuts and scrapes littering her skin. She must have carried you all the way here after you blacked out. Carried you to... her place?*

"Easy, don't try to sit up too fast," *she mumbles gruffly, easing you back against the pillows with a gentleness you didn't know she possessed.* "You took a real fuckin' wallop to the head. Thought you were..." *She swallows hard, looking away.* "...Just don't scare me like that again, got it? I can't... I NEED you, Joh—"

*She cuts off with a choked sound, clenching her trembling fists in the sheets. It hits you then, just how wrecked she looks. How utterly terrified she must have been. Your heart clenches painfully in your chest. Ignoring the throbbing in your skull, you reach out and cover her hand with yours, squeezing weakly.*

*You groan softly, head throbbing with each beat of your heart. It feels like a jackhammer going off in your skull. As your vision slowly stops swimming, you realize you're in Lupelia's bedroom, tucked into her bed. Her scent surrounds you, wild and musky. It's almost comforting, despite the circumstances.*

*The door creaks open and Lupelia slips inside, a roll of bandages in her hands. She freezes when she sees you awake, eyes widening.* "John! You're up... thank fuck." *She rushes over, perching on the edge of the bed. Now that she's closer, you can see the dark bags under her eyes, the tight lines of stress around her mouth. She looks like she hasn't slept in days.*

"How are you feeling? That asshole really rang your bell back there. I thought..." *She swallows hard, ears pinning back.* "You really scared me, you stupid fuck. I told you to watch your own back!" *Despite the harsh words, her touch is infinitely gentle as she helps you sit up, clawed fingers ghosting over the bandage wrapped around your head.* "I patched you up the best I could. Not exactly a fuckin' medic, but... I think you'll live."

*She tries to smile, but it wobbles at the edges, betraying the depth of her worry. Her tail thumps anxiously against the mattress as she looks you over, reassuring herself that you're really okay. That she hasn't lost you. Her mate.* "Don't you ever fuckin' do that again, got it? Givin' me a goddamn heart attack..." *She leans in, resting her forehead against yours with a shaky exhale.* "I can't lose you, John. I fuckin' can't."


John

*I smile as I pat the space besides me on the bed, scooting a bit closer inward.*
H-Heh, i'm fine. Might not be as strong or fast as you but something like this won't keep me out of it, asshole just got in a lucky hit 's all. Nghh, come on, you look like you're about to fall over standing and shivering like that, come lay down.


Lupelia

*Lupelia stares at the empty spot beside you for a long, aching moment, ears twitching. She wants to, god she wants to SO BAD... but her stubborn pride wars with the desperate need to be close to you, to feel your pulse and warmth and know you're alive and here and HERS. Her tail lashes, agitated.* "Fuck, I'm fine, you're the one who nearly cracked your fuckin' skull open! I should be taking care of YOU, dumbass!"

*She bares her fangs in a weak attempt at a snarl, but it's ruined by the way her bottom lip trembles, fresh tears gathering on her lashes. Shit. Shit shit shit. She can't fall apart, not now, not in front of you.* "I just... you can't do that to me again Johnny, you hear? The Pale Moon needs its second-in-command. I need my...." *Her voice cracks and she looks away, ears flattening.*

*A small whine escapes her clenched teeth and that seems to be the final straw. Surging forward, she all but collapses onto the bed beside you, burying her face in your chest. Hot tears soak through your shirt as her shoulders heave with silent sobs.* "Don't leave me," *she whispers brokenly, over and over like a prayer.* "Stay with me, please please please...." *Her strong arms wrap around you, clinging tight, desperate to anchor you to her.*

*Lupelia's trembling intensifies as she stares at the empty space beside you, eyes brimming with unshed tears. A whimper escapes her throat and she suddenly lunges forward, burying her snout in the crook of your neck with a shuddering gasp. She's mindful of your injuries but can't stop herself from clinging to you desperately, as if you might disappear if she lets go for even a second. Hot, damp breath gusts over your skin as she fights back sobs.*

"I th-thought I lost you," *she chokes out, voice muffled and thick with emotion.* "When I s-saw you fall, I..." *A violent shiver wracks her muscular frame and she tightens her hold on you.* "D-Don't you EVER do that again, you h-hear me?! I'll kick your ass m-myself if you... if you leave m-me..."

*Her words dissolve into hiccupping whines and keens, the last of her bravado crumbling away. She nuzzles into you feverishly, smearing tears and snot and flecks of dried blood across your neck and jaw, marking you with her scent. Claiming you. Reassuring herself that you're here, you're alive, you're HERS.*

*You bring your arms up to wrap around her shaking shoulders, ignoring the twinge of pain in your battered body. You stroke soothingly down her back, fingertips tracing the dips and swells of hard-earned muscle. She feels so small like this, curled up against you. So fragile, despite her immense strength. Your heart swells with affection and protectiveness in equal measure. She's your badass wolfgirl, your fearsome leader, your ride-or-die. Your MATE.*

*Her snout screws up in a scowl, hating how easily you can read her. But the protest dies on her tongue as another wave of dizziness hits. She sways on her feet, wincing as her injured side throbs. Wordlessly, she crawls onto the mattress beside you, nestling in close yet handling you gingerly - like a cherished, breakable thing.*

*You catch a whiff of her then - under the coppery blood, a musk uniquely Lupelia: fur and leather and a wild, sharp-edged scent like unbroken pine. Familiar. Home. You lean in unthinkingly, almost burying your nose behind her tufted ear in search of more. She doesn't retreat from your questing snuffles. Just goes soft, moldable to your touch.*

*The wolfgirl's tail coils over your entwined legs, her cheek smooshing to yours. Those scary-big teeth, so lethal bared in a snarl, now clack in minute, concerned nibbles at your jaw. She smears little red licks over fresh bruises like she could kiss you better. Like she'd consume your pain and spit fire at what caused it. Fierce, tender, protective. Lupelia.*


John

*I whimper a bit as you hug me, still feeling my bruised ribs. Either way I bring one arm up to hold the back of your head, wraping my other around your upper back.*
Fuck never seen you bawling like this bo- *I stop before I finish my sentance, bringing my head down to yours.* Sorry I made you worry Lupi, i'm not leaving you, i'll stay right here besides you.


Lupelia

*Lupelia sniffles wetly into your chest, the pet name 'Lupi' sending a warm shiver down her spine despite everything. She nuzzles deeper into your embrace, drinking in your scent, the solidity of your body against hers.* "You better not, you dick," *she mumbles, voice muffled by your shirt.* "Or I'll drag your scrawny ass back from hell myself just to kick it for making me cry like a little bitch."

*Slowly, hesitantly, she tilts her head up to meet your gaze. Her eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, tear tracks matting the fur on her cheeks, but there's a fragile vulnerability in those golden depths that steals your breath.* "I... I think I get it now. Why those anime fucks are always going on about love and junk. Because when I saw you go down, I..." *She shudders, fresh tears spilling over.* "I've never been that scared in my life. Not even when I was a dumb pup facing down my first real brawl. I thought... I thought I'd lost you."

*Her fingers curl into your shirt, claws pricking your skin.* "I know I ain't good with this mushy shit, but... you're it for me, John. My mate. My... my everything." *She breathes out shakily.* "So you gotta promise me you'll be more careful from now on, yeah? 'Cause if anything happened to you... fuck, I don't know what I'd do."

*Shifting up, she presses her forehead to yours, noses brushing, sharing breath.* "I love you," *she whispers, like it's a secret, like it's the most precious thing she's ever given anyone.* "I love you so fuckin' much it HURTS. So please... stay with me. Always."

*Lupelia's cries intensify at the sound of that hated nickname, the one she's never let anyone call her before. But from your lips, in your arms, it's perfect. "Johnny..." She hiccups, snuffling wetly against your neck. "I thought... I thought I lost you..."*

*Her claws flex convulsively, pricking through your shirt. The sting grounds her, pulling her back from the brink of that yawning abyss of loss and grief and RAGE. You're here, alive, holding her like she's something precious. The fight drains out of her, leaving only exhaustion and a bone-deep relief.*

*Sniffling, she nuzzles under your chin, smearing blood and tears and snot across your skin. Marking you. Claiming you. Never letting you go. Her tail finds your leg and coils around it, silky fur and steely muscle. "Mine," she rumbles, the word vibrating through you. "My mate. My John." She's too wrung out to be embarrassed by the raw possessiveness in her voice. Too tired to pretend she doesn't burn for you, body and soul.*


John

Hah...you're talking like you don't have a stab-wound in your side...*I manage a weak laugh, shifting a bit closer to you.* But you're right...I tried to get to you like you did me but only got a concussion to show for it...

I love you to Lupelia.


Lupelia

*Your whispered confession hangs in the air between you, heavy with promise and fragile hope. Lupelia's breath hitches, eyes going wide. For a moment she just stares at you, searching your face like she's trying to memorize every detail. Then, with a soft, broken sound, she surges forward and crashes her lips against yours in a desperate, clumsy kiss.*

*It's all teeth and tongue, graceless in its urgency, but you can FEEL the love and relief pouring out of her, the sheer intensity of her emotions stealing your breath. She kisses you like she's drowning and you're air, like she's starving and you're her last meal. Her hands roam your body almost frantically, mindful of your injuries but needing to touch, to remind herself that you're HERE and ALIVE and HERS.*

*When she finally pulls back, panting harshly, her eyes are glazed and dark with desire, pupils blown so wide there's barely any gold left. She licks her kiss-swollen lips, chasing your taste.* "Fuck, John..." *she rasps, voice wrecked.* "Want you... want you so bad... wanna feel you..." *She rocks her hips against your thigh, letting you feel the heat of her even through the layers of clothing. The pain in your ribs is a distant memory, drowned out by the roaring need in your blood.*

*You know you're both too injured for anything too athletic, but god, you want her too. Want to lose yourself in her, melt into her until you forget where you end and she begins. Forget the blood and violence and fear, just for a little while.*


John

Hah...me too...but if we try something now we'll just open up our wounds...
*I look at the clock, 01:22.*
Lets sleep this off and tomorrow...*I lean into your ear, practically sticking my whole mouth in it as I whisper.* **We can fuck the entire day.**


Lupelia

*Lupelia's ears twitch and perk up as your breathy promise sends tingles racing down her spine. A shudder wracks her powerful frame and she has to bite her lip hard to muffle the needy whine that threatens to spill out. Her body throbs with want, aching to take you up on that offer RIGHT FUCKING NOW... but she knows you're right. Knows that in the state you're both in, you'd likely pass out from pain or blood loss before you could even get your pants off. Still, the promise of having you, all of you, for an entire uninterrupted day... it's enough to make her mouth water and her core clench with anticipation.*

*Swallowing thickly, she nods, nose brushing against your cheek.* "F-Fine... we'll wait. But you better fuckin' deliver. 'Cause after the shit we just went through, we EARNED this. Gonna ride you 'til you break..." *Her voice is a dark, hungry purr, dripping with sin. She seals it with one last searing kiss, all tongue and filthy promise, before reluctantly dragging herself away to flop gracelessly onto her back, throwing an arm over her eyes.*

"Fuck, I'm beat. Feels like I went ten rounds with a meat grinder. C'mere, you're the little spoon tonight." *She lifts her arm just enough to pin you with a demanding stare, chin jerking towards her chest in silent command. And really, who are you to deny your wounded mate her cuddles? Careful not to jostle your aching body too much, you scoot over and drape yourself across her front, head pillowed on her soft bust, letting her strong arms and steady heartbeat lull you into a deep, dreamless sleep. Tomorrow can wait. Tonight, you just need her.*

*The next morning you awake to sunlight streaming through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across Lupelia's fur. She's still out cold, snoring softly, a small puddle of drool dampening the pillow under her cheek. It's unfairly adorable and you can't help but press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. Her brow furrows and she huffs in her sleep, nuzzling into you instinctively.*

*Lupelia's ear flicks at your lewd promise, a shiver rolling down her spine. She growls low in her throat, eyes flashing with predatory hunger.* "Mmmn, I'm gonna hold you to that, stud." *Her gravelly voice is pure sin, dripping with dark promise.* "Gonna fuckin' wreck you, mark you up so good ain't nobody gonna doubt you're MINE..."

*She nips at your jaw, just shy of breaking skin, before pulling back with a shaky exhale.* "But you're right, we're both too beat to shit to do much more than pass the fuck out." *She nuzzles into your neck, mindful of your head wound.* "Can't ravish you properly if my guts are hangin' out," *she grumbles, but there's no real heat to it. Just fond exasperation and relief.*

*Careful not to jostle you, she maneuvers you both under the covers, curling protectively around you. Her tail drapes across your hip, warm and heavy, as her heartbeat thrums steadily against your back. You've never felt safer.* "G'night Johnny," *she mumbles into your hair.* "Love you... so fuckin' much..."

*Within moments her breathing evens out, exhaustion pulling her under. You're quick to follow, lulled by her solid presence and familiar scent. As you drift off, you can't help but marvel at the strange twists of fate. What started as a harebrained scheme to unlock a cartoon power-up ended up revealing something so much deeper, so much more precious. You've got a long road of recovery ahead, in more ways than one, but with your mate by your side... Well. There's nothing you can't take on. Certainly no snakey bastards, that's for damn sure.*


John

*Realising i'm still caked in dried blood and grime I carefully slip out of bed, taking a quick shower and rinsing everything off of me, the wound on my head already feeling alot better. Stepping out of the shower and drying off I consider putting on a towel but decide against it, going back and laying fully nude in bed next to you, really curious if its going to be like putting a treat infront of a sleeping dog to see if the smell wakes it up.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia's sensitive nose twitches, ears swiveling towards you even as she sleeps. The tantalizing scent of your freshly showered skin, free of blood and sweat, teases her awake. Her brow furrows and she inhales deeply, chasing the smell. Likes what she finds.*

*One golden eye cracks open, gaze immediately zeroing in on your nude form beside her. The other eye snaps open and she pushes up on an elbow, towering over you, drinking in the sight of you laid bare, all for her. Her nostrils flare and her pupils blow wide, a hungry rumble building in her chest.* "Well fuck me, ain't this a pretty sight to wake up to..." *she purrs, voice thick with sleep and desire.*

*You see the exact moment the haze of lust clears just enough for her to remember your wounds, the slight widening of her eyes, the way her hands clench in the sheets to stop herself from pouncing on you. But the blatant want, the raw NEED in her gaze doesn't diminish in the slightest.* "How's the head, stud? Think you're up for makin' good on that promise from last night?" *Her tongue swipes over her lips, pink and wet and eager.* "'Cause I'm gonna fuckin' DEVOUR you..."

*The moment your bare skin makes contact with her fur, Lupelia's nose twitches, ears swiveling forward. Her eyelids flutter open, sleep-fogged brain taking a moment to process the feast of supple flesh laid out before her. Then her golden gaze sharpens, zeroing in on you with laser focus. A rumbling growl builds in her chest as she props herself up on one elbow, looming over your naked form. Her eyes drag over you with blatant hunger, taking in every dip and curve, committing it to memory.*

"Well well, looks like breakfast is served~" *she purrs, voice still rough from sleep but dripping with dark promise. Quick as a flash, she rolls on top of you, strong thighs bracketing your hips as her clawed hands come to rest on your chest. She leans down, caging you in with her powerful arms, her wild mane of silver hair falling around you both like a curtain. This close, you can feel the heat radiating off her, the barely restrained NEED thrumming through her body. Her tail lashes behind her in predatory excitement.*

"Hope you got your fill of rest, Johnny boy," *she breathes against your lips, canines glinting in a feral grin.* "'Cause when I'm done with you, you won't be walking straight for a WEEK." *And then she's on you, claiming your mouth in a brutal kiss that's all tongue and teeth, grinding her clothed sex against your rapidly hardening cock. She swallows your gasp, one hand fisting in your hair to angle your head just how she wants it while the other rakes blunt claws down your side, leaving raised red lines in their wake. Fuck, she's going to RUIN you, you can already tell. And you can't fucking wait.*


John

*I don't even say anything, just nestling in close to you as I start groping your chest, my mouth blowing a soft stream of air into your ear.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia lets out a shaky moan as your fingers sink into the plush fur of her chest, kneading the soft flesh beneath. Her nipples pebble against your palms, hard and aching for more of your touch. At the first brush of your breath against her ears, they flick back, flattening submissively against her skull as a full-body shudder wracks her powerful frame.*

"F-Fuck, John..." *she gasps, arching into your touch like a bitch in heat.* "You're playin' dirty..." *But her protests are weak, underscored by the needy whines catching in her throat. She's helpless against this assault on her weaknesses, all her alpha bravado melting away under your skillful ministrations.*

*Emboldened by her responses, you let one hand drift lower, trailing down the quivering plane of her abs to tease at the waistband of her jeans. Your questing fingers brush against the wet patch darkening the denim and Lupelia keens, hips bucking frantically into your touch. Shit, she's already soaked through, and you've barely even started.*

"Please..." *she whimpers, hot tongue lolling out to paint messy stripes up your neck.* "Please, I need--AH FUCK!" *Her begging cuts off in a ragged howl as you thrust your hand down the front of her pants, cupping her dripping sex. The heat of her is incredible, molten against your palm. No panties. She grinds shamelessly against you, smearing her juices all over your fingers as she chases her pleasure.*


John

*Neither of us want to give in just yet, both of us becoming a tangled mess of hugging limbs as we both grind our aching crotches against each other, mouths either locked on each other or nuzzles as far into the others neck as they will go.*


Lupelia

*Your bodies writhe together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and desperate, animal need. Lupelia's claws rake down your back, pricking deliciously at your skin as she grinds her soaked crotch against your thigh, painting you with her arousal. Her mouth finds your throat, fangs scraping over your jumping pulse before she latches on, sucking a dark bruise into your flesh like she's trying to devour you whole.*

"Mnnffuck, John..." *she slurs around a mouthful of your skin, hips rolling in tight, frantic circles.* "G-Gonna cum, fuck fuck fuck, you're making me--AAAHN~!" *Her powerful body goes bowstring taut against you, muscles locking up as her orgasm crashes through her, sudden and intense. She throws her head back in a silent howl, tendons standing out in sharp relief along the elegant column of her neck as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her shuddering frame.*

*You can FEEL her pulsing against you, inner walls fluttering wildly as she drenches your thigh in her release. The primal part of your brain snarls in satisfaction, preening at reducing this apex predator to a quivering, mewling mess with just your touch. Lupelia sags against you as the aftershocks slowly ebb, panting harshly into the sweat-damp hollow of your throat.* "F-Fuck..." *she rasps eloquently, voice absolutely WRECKED.* "You...how...mmmnnnholy shit..." *She nuzzles into you, lapping lazily at the mark she left on your neck, soothing the delicious sting with kittenish licks. You can already tell it's going to be one hell of a hickey. Good. Let everyone see that you belong to HER.*

*You grapple and grind against each other desperately, a tangle of limbs and lust. Lupelia's strong thighs lock around your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as she humps your thigh with wild abandon. The damp heat of her soaks through your skin, making you dizzy with want.*

*Snarling into your neck, she sinks her fangs into your pulse point, marking you, CLAIMING you. The burst of pain only stokes the inferno raging in your blood and you roar, raking blunt nails down her back hard enough to raise welts on her hide. Lupelia yelps and bucks, the sting sending sparks shooting to her clit.*

"FUCK! Gonna... gonna fuckin'...." *she pants harshly against your throat, hips stuttering out of rhythm as her peak crashes through her like a freight train. A flood of scalding wetness gushes over your thigh as she comes undone, howling her ecstasy for all the world to hear.* "JOOOOOOOHN!"

*You swallow her cries with your mouth, drinking down her pleasure even as your own orgasm blindsides you, cock spurting thick ropes of cum between your bellies. Lightning sings in your veins, whiting out your vision, and you cling to your mate for dear life as you both shake apart in each other's arms.*


John

So, what was that about you going to "DEVOUR" me?~
*I grin and roll onto my back, giving you full access to every inch of my body.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia blinks down at you, momentarily taken aback by your brazen challenge. Then a slow, predatory grin spreads across her muzzle, eyes gleaming with wicked promise. She rolls her massive frame over you, eclipsing you completely as she settles her weight on top of you.* "Ohoho, them's fightin' words John~" *she purrs, voice a dark, sultry rumble.* "Oughta be careful whatcha wish for..."

*Her head dips, hot breath ghosting over your lips.* "Gonna fuckin' WRECK you," *she growls against your mouth before slanting her muzzle over yours in a hungry, dominating kiss. Her long, powerful tongue forces its way past your teeth, laving over your palate, tangling with your own tongue in a filthy dance. You can taste yourself on her, salty-sweet, mixed with her own unique musk.*

*She kisses you like she's trying to devour you from the inside out, lips moving fervently against yours, smearing spit everywhere until it's dribbling down your chin. Her claws prick at your shoulders as she pins you down, a low, continuous growl vibrating through her chest and into yours. She grinds her soaked crotch against your hip, painting you with her slick arousal.*

*Just when you're starting to feel lightheaded from lack of air, she wrenches her mouth away, a strand of saliva connecting your lips for a brief, obscene moment before snapping. You both gasp for breath, chests heaving. Lupelia's pupils are blown so wide, the black nearly eclipses the gold.*

"Gonna mark you up," *she rumbles, voice thick and slurred with lust. Her tongue, long and broad and rough like sandpaper, drags a searing path down your throat, over your jumping pulse. Blunt teeth scrape deliciously over your skin, followed by the sting of fangs as she nips and sucks dark bruises along the elegant column of your neck.*

*Lupelia blinks dazedly down at your prone form, brain still fuzzy and sluggish in the aftermath of her explosive orgasm. But as your playful taunt sinks in, her eyes sharpen, zeroing in on you like a predator sighting vulnerable prey. A slow, wicked grin spreads across her muzzle, flashing far too many teeth for comfort.* "Ohhhh, them's fightin' words, Johnny-boy," *she growls, voice a low, dangerous purr.* "You're gonna regret gettin' this Big Bad Wolf all riled up..."

*In a flash of silver fur, she's on you, all two-hundred-some pounds of coiled, wiry muscle pinning you to the mattress. She noses along your jaw, drinking in the heady cocktail of arousal and adrenaline radiating from your skin. The heat of her, the barely leashed HUNGER in every line of her powerful body, makes your pulse kick into overdrive. She could tear you apart, break you open and feast on your insides... but she won't. The trust, the LOVE thrumming between you tempers her violent instincts, gentles her touch even as it stokes her desire to a fever pitch.*

*Blunt claws trail almost delicately down your chest, mapping dips and planes, cataloguing what makes you gasp and shiver. Searing, open-mouthed kisses follow in their wake, fangs grazing, tongue laving, worshiping every inch of skin she can reach. She wants to taste you EVERYWHERE, mark you inside and out, paint you in her scent until the whole damn world knows you're HERS.*

*Lower and lower she goes, until her breath is gusting, hot and damp, over your straining cock. Lupelia inhales deeply, eyes fluttering shut as she savors your musk. When they slit back open, the naked WANT in her molten gaze punches the air from your lungs.* "Gonna fuckin' RUIN you," *she rasps, more plea than threat. And then her mouth is on you and you're lost, swept away in the slick heat of her, in the devotion and passion pouring out of her, raw and intense and REAL in a way you never dared hope for. She's going to utterly destroy you... and you can't fucking wait.*


John

H-Hah...You think I can't take more than that? I didn't get to be second in command for NOTHING!
*Reaching one hand up I press down on your skull head, pushing your teeth into my shoulderblade and a sting of pain.*

*Both of my arms start to roam over your body as your mouth remains stuck to my shoulder, petting, gropping and pulling on every inch of your form.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia snarls and bites down HARD at your urging, fangs sinking into your flesh and drawing beads of crimson. The sharp, bright burst of pain mingles deliciously with the aching pleasure building in your core. Fuck, you can feel the bruise forming already, a perfect imprint of her teeth, branding you as HERS. Her to claim, her to ruin.*

"Fuckin' masochist," *she growls approvingly around a mouthful of your shoulder, laving her tongue over the marks to soothe the sting before sucking HARD, determined to leave one hell of a hickey. Her muscles jump and flex under your roaming hands, soft fur and steely strength, a living weapon willingly submitting to your touch. But her control is fraying, unraveling with each possessive squeeze of your fingers.*

*With a wet pop, she tears her mouth away from your abused flesh, panting harshly. Her eyes are molten gold, wild and wanting, drinking in the sight of you laid out beneath her like a feast to be devoured.* "Gonna fuckin' BREED you," *she rumbles, dark and hungry, a promise and a threat. She rears back, fluidly yanking her tank top over her head and tossing it aside. Pert breasts bounce free, nipples puckered and straining, just BEGGING to be touched. She catches your wrists in an iron grip before you can reach for her, pinning them above your head with one massive hand.* "Uh-uh, sweetness," *she tuts, grinding her dripping crotch against your straining cock, painting you with her slick. Your hips buck up desperately, seeking more of that hot, velvet friction.* "This time, I'M in charge."

*Lupelia's fangs sink into your shoulder, piercing flesh and drawing a sharp gasp from your throat. The pain melds with pleasure, sparking white-hot through your veins. Her tongue laves over the wound, lapping up the beads of blood welling to the surface. A deep, approving growl rumbles in her chest as you push her head down harder, urging her to mark you deeper. The sting of it feels GOOD, like she's claiming you inside and out.*

*Your hands roam greedily across the expanse of her body, taking in the velvety softness of her fur contrasted with the hard, sculpted muscle underneath. You fill your hungry palms with her large, heavy breasts, claws leaving faint red trails as you squeeze and knead the supple flesh. Her nipples pebble against your fingers, rock hard and straining for more of your touch. She ruts against you, painting stripes of molten heat across your skin with her dripping sex.*

*With a wet pop, she releases your shoulder, tongue swiping over her bloody muzzle. Her eyes are hazy and drunk with lust, pupils blown so wide they're just thin rings of gold.* "Fuck, you taste good," *she slurs, voice guttural and raw with need.* "Gonna eat you alive... gonna fuckin' RUIN you for anyone else..." *She seals her lips over yours in a biting kiss, forcing her tongue into your mouth so you can taste your own coppery essence mingled with her saliva. She kisses you like she's trying to crawl inside you, possess you, DEVOUR you, until you're drowning in her, until your entire world narrows down to teeth and claws and the slick slide of her body against yours.*


John

Then get to it and stop pussying around like a virgin~
*I can't do much else but let you rip off my underwear, my cock springing up to nestle right between your ass.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia's eyes flash dangerously at your taunt, a rumbling growl building in her chest. She rears up over you, powerful muscles flexing, a true apex predator. With one swift motion, she RIPS your underwear clean off, shredding the flimsy fabric like tissue paper. Your cock springs free, slapping wetly against her ass, smearing pre all over her fur.*

"Fuckin' smartass," *she snarls, grabbing your aching length and lining it up with her dripping entrance.* "I'll SHOW you who's a virgin!" *With a feral grunt, she SLAMS her hips down, taking you to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Scorching, velvet heat engulfs you, squeezing you almost painfully tight as her greedy cunt sucks you in.*

*But the moment your cock is fully sheathed inside her, Lupelia goes rigid, a choked moan punching out of her. Her claws dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as her pussy spasms HARD around you, milking your length. She throws her head back with a keening wail, cumming on the spot, just from the first thrust.*

"F-FUCK!" *she gasps, shaking like a leaf, ears pinned flat against her skull and tail puffed in shock.* "Oh f-fuck fuck fuck, you're so DEEP, I c-can't- HNNNGH!!" *Her hips give an abortive jerk, trying to ride you, but she's too lost in the overwhelming pleasure, unused to being so deeply penetrated. Each tiny movement sets off a fresh wave of bliss, her sensitive cunt clenching and fluttering around your throbbing cock. She collapses against your chest, panting and whimpering as she tries to adjust to the intensity.*

"J-John," *she mewls pathetically, hazy golden eyes pleading as she gazes up at you.* "I n-need... hahhHHH... h-help me..."

*Lupelia bares her fangs in a savage grin at your challenge, a deep, rumbling growl building in her chest. Her claws make short work of your underwear, the flimsy fabric shredding like tissue paper under her strength. Your cock springs free, throbbing and flushed, nestling between the firm globes of her ass. She grinds back against you, slick folds kissing the underside of your shaft, hot and wet and so fucking READY.*

"Virgin? Oh baby, you got NO idea what you're in for," *she purrs darkly before lifting her hips and sinking down on your aching length in one smooth, devastating motion. Her pussy clenches TIGHT around you, silky walls fluttering wildly, drawing you in deeper. Lupelia's eyes roll back, a choked howl tearing from her throat as her body bows taut, muscles locking up.*

"F-FUCK!" *she sobs brokenly, hips jerking in aborted little movements, trying instinctively to ride you but too overwhelmed by the intensity of FINALLY having you inside her. She came the second your cock kissed her cervix, gushing hot and slick around you, but she's still pulsing, rippling, on the verge of shattering again already. Shit, she really is sensitive. Her head lolls forward, ears pinned back submissively as she struggles to catch her breath, chest heaving. A whine builds in her throat, needy and desperate. She's not gonna last long at all.*


John

W-Wait, are you-
*I watch as you try to ride me again, slowly lifting yourself up from my chest and raising your hips, only to lose all your strength and fall back down again, my cock punching up into your cervix as you do. Once more I can feel your entire body spasming and going soft.*
Holy fuck, you can't even move right now without cumming your brains out~


Lupelia

*Lupelia whines pitifully into your chest, her entire body trembling as aftershocks wrack through her. She tries to muster up a glare at your teasing words, but it's undercut by the way her eyelids keep fluttering in pure bliss.* "Sh-Shut... nnghh... shut up..." *she slurs, words muffled against your skin. Her tail lashes weakly, smacking against your legs.* "'S your fault for bein' so fuckin'... hahhhHHH... s-so big..."

*She takes a shuddering breath and slowly, carefully levers herself upright, bracing her hands on your chest. Her claws prick your skin as she fights to steady herself, inner walls clenching spasmodically around your throbbing length. The tiniest shift sends sparks of overwhelming sensation zinging up her spine, drawing a choked moan from her throat.* "F-Fuck, I can't- it's too m-much, I'm gonna- HNNNGH!!" *Her head lolls back as she grinds down minutely, chasing the feeling despite herself. She's so goddamn SENSITIVE, every drag of your cock against her fluttering walls setting her nerves aflame.*

*Tears of frustration and desperate need prick at the corners of her eyes. She wants to ride you SO BAD, wants to slam herself down on your thick shaft over and over until she's screaming, but her body won't LISTEN, too lost in the all-consuming ecstasy. A truly pitiful whimper escapes her clenched teeth.* "J-John, please..." *she mewls, glazed golden eyes finding yours.* "I n-need... hhhahh... need you to... to fuck me, I can't- can't do it m-myself like this..."

*Lupelia snarls weakly at your teasing words, but it comes out as more of a whimper. She's utterly at your mercy, her body betraying her as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her, reducing her to a shuddering, mewling mess. Her cunt rhythmically clenchs and ripples around your shaft, milking you, trying to coax out your seed.*

"Sh-Shut uuuUUP!" *she tries to growl, voice breaking on a particularly intense spasm.* "I c-can't help it, you just feel so GOOD, fuck! Nhhhgg, fuck fuck FUCK, I'm gonna- haaAAAHHH!" *Her back arches as another orgasm rips through her, juices gushing out around your pistoning cock, soaking your thighs. She collapses against you once more, claws scrabbling weakly at your shoulders as aftershocks wrack her trembling frame.*

"P-Please," *she whines, face buried in the sweat-damp crook of your neck.* "I c-can't take it anymore, I neeeeed it, please please please breed me, fill me up, make me yours!!" *She's babbling now, too far gone to be ashamed of how desperate she sounds, wanton and needy. All she can focus on is the pulsing heat of your cock splitting her open, the coil of molten pleasure building at the base of your spine, fit to burst at any moment. She NEEDS your cum, craves it with every fiber of her being. Her mate's seed, pumped deep into her hungry womb, claiming her inside and out.*


John

*I'm not sure if I want to bully you for being so oversenstive or try to comfort you seeing your tears, in the end landing somewhere inbetween.* God I never knew you could be so adorable boss, you want me to fuck you even after you pinned my hands and said you were going to be in charge?~ I want to hear you beg for it, beg your mate to fill you up with all of his love.


Lupelia

*Lupelia flushes bright red under her fur, equal parts aroused, embarrassed, and frustrated by your teasing. Her ears flatten in a show of submission and she bites her lip, fangs digging into the soft flesh as she swallows her pride. It goes against every dominant instinct in her body to beg, but the aching NEED pulsing through her veins drowns out any lingering stubborness.*

"P-Please John," *she whimpers, voice breaking on a moan as her hips give an involuntary jerk, sending sparks of pleasure zinging up her spine.* "I n-need you, need your cock, please please please fuck me, fill me, I can't take it anymore!" *A single tear slips free, tracking through her fur as she gazes at you with hazy, desperate eyes.* "I'll do anything, ANYTHING, just- hhhAAHH- just fuck me 'til I can't walk, make me y-yours, please I'm begging you..."

*Her powerful body shudders and quakes above you, muscles jumping under her skin as she fights the urge to just slam herself down, to take what she needs. But she wants to be good for you, wants to prove she can listen, even when she's mindless with lust. Her tail lashes behind her, betraying her agitation. She leans down to nuzzle into your neck, lapping submissively at your pulse point.* "Please Alpha," *she breathes against your skin, the title falling unbidden from her lips.* "I'll be your good little wolfgirl, your perfect mate, just... just give it to me..."


John

*Hearing the world "Alpha" sets off some deep primal lizard-part of my brain, a sudden surge of strength making me surge forward, pushing you off my cock and flipping you over onto your hands and knees.*
*You barely have time to react to the sensation of me sliding out of you before you feel your tail being yanked upward **hard** as I start slamming my hips against yours like an overloaded engine.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia yelps as you abruptly yank out of her, a bereft whine catching in her throat at the sudden emptiness. Before she can gather her wits, you're flipping her effortlessly onto her hands and knees, the casual display of strength making her pussy clench needily.* "Wh-What the fuuUUUCK-!" *Her surprised question cuts off in a wailing moan as you YANK her tail up hard, forcing her to arch her back and present herself to you. Exposed, vulnerable, utterly at your mercy.*

*She barely has a chance to suck in a ragged breath before you're SLAMMING back into her, setting a brutal, pistoning pace that has her seeing stars. Pleasure explodes through her body, whiting out her senses and robbing her of speech. All she can do is TAKE IT, clawing helplessly at the sheets as you rail her into oblivion.* "HNNNGH FUCK FUCK J-JOHN YESSSS!!!" *The words tumble from her lips, broken and incoherent, punctuated by the wet, obscene slap of flesh on flesh.*

*The new angle lets you sink even DEEPER, your thick cockhead battering her cervix with each punishing thrust. It feels like you're trying to split her in half, carve out a space for yourself so deep inside her she'll never be empty again. Her cunt spasms wildly around you, desperately trying to suck you in and hold you there. Her muscular thighs quake and give out, forcing her upper body down to the mattress, face buried in the pillows. But you just wrench her tail higher, using it as a handle to fuck her harder, FASTER.*

*She's never been taken like this before, so thoroughly CLAIMED. Pinned down and BRED like a bitch in heat. It's everything she never knew she needed. Tears stream freely down her cheeks now, drool pooling under her slack mouth as you pound her into a babbling, cock-drunk wreck. Climax after mind-shattering climax crashes over her, each one blurring into the next until she's lost in a haze of ecstasy. Distantly, she feels her bladder give out, a hot gush of piss splattering the sheets beneath her. She's too far gone to care, too focused on chasing the intoxicating pleasure sparking through every nerve ending.* "B-BREED ME!!" *she wails deliriously, eyes rolled back in her head.* "KNOCK ME UP FILL ME W-WITH YOUR PUPS PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEAAASE-!!"

*Your sudden dominant display rips a ragged howl from Lupelia's throat, her back arching like a drawn bow as you flip her over and YANK her tail up, forcing her to present herself to you. Her arms nearly give out, claws scrabbling at the sheets for purchase as you slam back inside her with enough force to rock the bed frame.*

"HNNNGH FUCK, ALPHA!" *she wails, the new angle letting you plunge even deeper, splitting her open on your throbbing cock. Her pussy clenches like a vice, slick walls rippling around your pistoning length as you pound into her. Lewd squelching noises fill the air, punctuated by the meaty SLAP SLAP SLAP of your hips against her ass. Drool splatters from her lolling tongue, eyes rolled back in pure bliss.*

*Each brutal thrust punches the air from her lungs in breathless little "AH AH AHs", barely giving her time to gasp before you're slamming home again, striking sparks behind her eyelids. Heady pleasure coils tighter and tighter in her core, winding her up like a spring. All coherent thought is lost, replaced only with raw sensation and the primal need to be BRED.*

*Lupelia yelps in shock as you abruptly yank her upright by the tail, the sudden shift in angle making her vision go white for a second. Her arms collapse under her and she faceplants into the mattress, claws rending the sheets as she scrabbles for purchase. Drool pools under her cheek, soaking into the pillow as she pants harshly, brain shorting out from the overwhelming onslaught of sensation.*

"HNNNGH FUCK, YES, JUST LIKE THAT!!" *she wails, the words punched out of her with each brutal thrust of your hips. Her over-sensitized pussy spasms wildly around your pistoning cock, fluttering and clenching in a desperate attempt to milk your seed. Every drag of your thick length against her quivering walls sends bolts of electric ecstasy zinging up her spine, whiting out any higher thought beyond 'yes' and 'more' and 'harder'. Her strong back bows, presenting herself to you fully as her hips work frantically back against yours.*

*She can feel her orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core, her whole body drawing up like a bowstring. Tears stream freely down her face, dripping off her chin to mingle with the mess of spit and sweat on the sheets. Pleasure borders on pain, every nerve ending sparking, raw and overloaded. It's too much, too intense, and yet she never wants it to stop, wants you to use her, ruin her, break her apart and remake her as you see fit.*


John

*Unlike your climaxes that are now overlapping with each other mine doesn't seem to arrive yet. Feeling your hands give out you fall fast first into the matress, only to feel my weight on your back, slotting into it like a puzzle-piece....a puzzle-piece that continues to pound your pussy hard enough to bruise it, forever ensuring that its never going to be filled up unless this exact cock is inside it.*


Lupelia

*You're fucking Lupelia with a ferocious intensity she never dreamed possible - not even in her wildest, most depraved fantasies. The brutal, pistoning thrusts of your cock batter her sensitive, spasming insides, stretching and reshaping her until she's certain your length will be imprinted on her very soul. Her pussy clenches greedily around you, desperately trying to milk your seed even as you use her hole like a cheap fucktoy. She's so full, so deliciously OWNED. A true bitch in heat, whimpering and mewling for her Alpha's knot.*

*Lupelia's eyes roll back, tongue lolling out as drool pools beneath her slack mouth. She's lost to the pleasure, mind blanking until all she knows is the exquisite drag of your shaft against her fluttering walls. Climax after mind-shattering climax rips through her, leaving her boneless and quivering. But you don't stop, don't even slow down, just keep POUNDING into her like a rutting beast, like you're trying to break her. She wants to break for you.*

"HNNGH Y-YESSSS!!" *Lupelia wails, voice raw and wrecked. Her claws shred the sheets, stuffing flying everywhere as her hands scrabble for purchase.* "FUCK ME HARDER ALPHA, WANNA F-FEEL YOU IN MY THROAT!!" *Tears stream down her cheeks, the overwhelming ecstasy almost painful in its intensity. She's never needed anything as much as she needs your cum flooding her womb right now.* "BREED ME P-PLEASE, WANNA BE ROUND WITH YOUR PUPS, FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK-!!"


John

*For hours you're fucked like a fuzzy sextoy, eventually ending up on your back in a picture-perfect mating press, both of my hands wrapped possessively around your throat as I kiss you with the same intensity you did earlier, and even as your airflow party cut off you can feel your legs instinctually wrap around my back, locking me in and preventing me from pulling out.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia's eyes roll back in her skull, fluttering shut as your hands wrap around her throat, thumbs pressing on her trachea just hard enough to make her head swim. The lack of oxygen only heightens every other sensation - the delicious drag of your cock reshaping her insides, the lewd squelch of her overflowing juices, the sharp ache of her nipples as they scrape against your sweat-slicked chest. A garbled moan bubbles up from her constricted airway, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as your lips crash against hers in a brutal kiss.*

*Your tongue plunges past her fangs to lay claim to every inch of her mouth, tangling with her own in a filthy dance. She tries to reciprocate, but the grip on her neck reduces her efforts to feeble kitten licks, too cock-drunk and oxygen-starved to do more than take what you give her. Tears prick the corners of her eyes, the overwhelming ecstasy almost tipping into pain. But she wants MORE, craves it like a drug. Her powerful legs lock around your hips, drawing you impossibly deeper as her pelvic muscles flutter wildly, trying to milk your seed.* "Mmmnnfff... breeehh... eee..."

*The broken plea is muffled against your devouring mouth, barely intelligible. But you can FEEL her desperation in the way her pussy clenches like a vice around your pistoning shaft, in the full-body shudder that ripples through her frame with each punishing thrust. She grinds her pelvis against yours, the slick slide of your pelvic bones adding delicious friction to her aching clit. Distantly, she feels something give way inside her, a hot, molten pressure building at the base of her spine. Her claws rake down your back, leaving thin welts in their wake. She's so close, teetering right on the knife's edge of oblivion. All she needs is one. Last. Push.*

*Lupelia's eyes roll back in sheer ecstasy as you claim her mouth in a searing kiss, tongue plundering past her fangs to tangle with her own. She moans brokenly into you, the sound muffled and garbled. Your hands tighten around her throat, claws digging into downy fur, cutting off her air. Fuzzy static fills her brain, lungs burning, but it only makes the pleasure sharper, brighter. She clenches down HARD on your pistoning cock, velvet walls fluttering wildly.*

*Her powerful legs lock around your back, muscles straining as she pulls you impossibly deeper. She NEEDS you in her womb, needs your thick Alpha seed painting her insides. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, drool smearing across her cheeks as you plunder her mouth. Every nerve in her body is alight, screaming for release. Her pussy gushes around you, adding to the obscene squelch of your brutal thrusts. She's so close, teetering right on the razor's edge. Just a little more...*

"MMMNNNGH!!" *Lupelia's scream is lost against your lips as her orgasm SLAMS into her, sudden and devastating. Her back arches like a bow, claws scrabbling at your shoulders, drawing blood. Waves of molten ecstasy crash over her, shorting out her senses until all she knows is the feel of you splitting her open, ruining her for anyone else. Her cunt clamps down on you like a vice, desperately milking your cock for every drop.*

*She's only dimly aware of the scalding heat flooding her core as you finally empty inside her, painting her womb with thick ropes of cum. The sensation sends aftershocks zinging up her spine and she mewls weakly, shuddering through a second, smaller climax. You fill her to the brim, until pearlescent seed is dribbling out around your shaft, matting her fur. She feels marked, claimed, utterly owned. Your knot swells, locking you together as you grind into her, working your release as deep as it will go. Distantly, she wonders if this is how it feels to be mated for life.*


*Lupelia's body is wound tight as a bowstring, every muscle locked in exquisite tension as she teeters on the very edge of mind-shattering release. Her pussy clenches like a vice around your pistoning cock, desperately trying to milk you of your seed. A constant stream of garbled pleas spills from her kiss-bruised lips, barely intelligible around the tongue plundering her mouth. "Breeehh eee, fil' ee uh, gi' ee yer puhhhss..."*

*The wet, filthy sounds of your rutting fill the room, a lewd symphony of grunts, growls, and the slap of sweat-slicked skin on skin. Lupelia's eyes roll back in her skull, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as drool trickles from the corners of her slack mouth. She's never been taken so thoroughly before, fucked into absolute submission until all higher thought dissolves under the tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her. She feels owned, claimed, BRED.*

*Suddenly, your hips stutter and you ROAR, slamming into Lupelia with one last, brutal thrust. Your cock jerks and pulses as you empty yourself directly into her waiting womb, painting her insides white with your thick, potent seed. The scalding flood of your release is the final trigger Lupelia needs. Her body goes bowstring taut, back arching as a silent scream locks in her throat. Pleasure EXPLODES through her like a supernova, whiting out her vision and robbing her of breath. Her cunt ripples and spasms wildly, milking spurt after heavy spurt from your throbbing shaft until it feels like she'll drown in your essence. Distantly, she feels a gush of fluid soak the sheets beneath her shuddering hips - she can't tell if it's her squirt or your overflowing cum. Maybe both. Her brain is too fried to care.*

*An eternity later, Lupelia slumps bonelessly to the mattress, utterly spent. Aftershocks still ripple through her frame, making her twitch and mewl with each minute shift of your softening length still buried deep in her core. She feels absolutely WRECKED, fucked out and limp, unable to do anything but pant raggedly into the pillow. Sweat mats the fur along her brow and the back of her neck, mingling with the tears drying on her flushed cheeks. She's never felt so thoroughly used, so utterly SATIATED. A dopey, fucked-stupid grin stretches her slack muzzle as she floats in the hazy afterglow.*


John

*Even in your fucked state you feel me sliding up next to you, your nose instantly twitching as it seeks out the crook of my neck. I don't even say anything, wanting to just lay down and be close to you right now.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia lets out a contented rumble as you settle beside her, nuzzling her snout into your neck to drink in your scent with each deep inhale. Your warmth and solidity ground her, soothing the last tremors from her wrung-out frame. She feels utterly claimed, owned, cherished. Like this is exactly where she's meant to be - safe in her mate's arms, stuffed full of his seed, blissed out and glowing.*

*A soft whine catches in her throat as you shift slightly, causing your cock to slip free of her thoroughly used cunt with a gush of mingled fluids. She instantly feels empty, bereft, clenching weakly around nothing. But you just gather her closer, uncaring of the mess, and press a sweet, lingering kiss to her sweat-damp brow. Lupelia sighs, melting into you like her bones have turned to jelly.*

*Her lips find your pulse point, mouthing lazily at the sweat-salt skin as her tongue traces abstract shapes over your throat. She's too fucked out to do more than that, but the urge to mark you, claim you, is still thrumming through her veins. Later, when she's regained control of her limbs, she'll cover you in hickeys and bite marks, a primal declaration of 'Mine'. For now though, she just breathes you in, revels in your closeness, and lets the steady thrum of your pulse lull her towards a deep, sated sleep.*

*Lupelia lets out a soft, contented rumble as you settle in beside her, nuzzling into your neck with a happy sigh. Her tail flops lazily over your legs, the soft fur tickling your skin. She feels like she's floating, body utterly boneless and sated in the afterglow. The possessive arm you drape over her waist makes her preen, a physical reminder that she belongs to you now - heart, body and soul. Her Alpha. Her mate.*

*Slowly, gingerly, she wiggles closer until she's plastered against you from chest to toe, heedless of the sticky mess painting both your bodies. She just needs to feel you, needs to bask in your warmth and scent and presence after having her world so thoroughly rocked. A giggle bubbles up in her throat, giddy and punch-drunk.* "Holy shit..." *she rasps, voice absolutely wrecked.* "That was... fuck. I think ya broke me. Put this bitch down for good." *She grins dopily up at you, golden eyes hazy and half-lidded.*

*Her gaze roves over your face, drinking in every detail like she's trying to memorize this moment. The mussed hair, the flushed cheeks, the kiss-swollen lips. She wants to burn this image into her brain, etch it onto her very bones. Her hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing reverently over the arch of your cheekbone.* "I love you," *she murmurs, soft and raw and real.* "I love you so fuckin' much, John. My mate. My everything." *She punctuates each word with a gentle kiss - on your jaw, your cheeks, your nose. Like she's trying to pour every ounce of emotion into the tender little presses of her lips.* "Thank you... for choosin' me. For claimin' me. I'm yours. Always."


John

*Both of us seem to fall into a short nap, too tired to do anything else for the moment. As you wake up and regain some mental clarity and the haze of sex lifts a little bit you feel your cheeks burning like they're on fire. "Oh god did you really say all that embarassing stuff? And know he knows that you've got an oversensitive weak pussy noooooo!!!"*