Lupelia

*Lupelia's eyes flutter open as she slowly resurfaces from the hazy depths of post-coital slumber. For a moment, she just blinks groggily at the ceiling, brain still pleasantly muzzy and limbs weighted with satiation. But as clarity begins to return, so too do the memories of all the things she said, the way she begged and pleaded, the utter debasement she reveled in. Shame floods her body like a hot tide, turning her cheeks a vibrant scarlet beneath her fur. She wants to crawl under the bed and hide for the next decade.*

*A pitiful whine builds in her throat as she turns to bury her burning face in the pillow, ears pinned flat to her skull. Fuck, he probably thinks she's such a desperate slut now, so pathetically eager for his cock that she'll say or do anything. And the way her body betrayed her, cumming again and again from the slightest touch, folding like a house of cards under his skillful hands - it's beyond mortifying. She's supposed to be the alpha here, dammit! The ruthless leader, unshakable and indomitable. What a fucking joke. A real alpha wouldn't present herself like a bitch in heat, whimpering for her mate's knot. Oh god, she even pissed herself, too lost in the all-consuming ecstasy to control her bladder. He must be so disgusted, so ready to walk out now that he's seen what a weak, needy mess she truly is...*

*Lupelia flinches, a full-body cringe that makes her want to crawl out of her skin. Her stomach roils with nausea, a cold sweat breaking out along her hairline. Stupid, so fucking stupid. She should've known better than to let herself be vulnerable like that. Should've known it would only lead to humiliation in the end. Because who could ever want a mate as pathetic as her? A mate that falls apart at the first brush of pleasure, that needs to be coddled and gentled like some fragile fucking flower.*

*As the post-coital haze slowly lifts, Lupelia's ears flick back, cheeks burning beneath her fur as the memories come flooding back. All the desperate, needy, downright EMBARRASSING things she'd babbled in the heat of the moment... Fuck, she wants to die. How could she let herself lose control like that, begging to be bred like a bitch in heat? Wailing for John's knot, pleading for him to fill her with his pups? He probably thinks she's pathetic now, a weak-willed slut. Her pride stings at the thought.*

*Shame and humiliation swirl in her gut, souring the blissed out afterglow. She shifts slightly, trying to subtly disentangle herself from John's embrace without waking him. She needs space, needs to get away and lick her wounds in private. Maybe punch something until her knuckles bleed and her brain stops replaying her shameful mewling on a loop. Stupid, stupid...*

*But even as she tries to slip free, her treacherous body betrays her. Her oversensitive cunt clenches with a fresh gush of fluid, a mournful keen catching in her throat at the empty ache between her thighs. She already misses the delicious stretch of John's cock, the comforting weight of him blanketing her. Pinning her. OWNING her. Fuck, what is WRONG with her? She's supposed to be an alpha, a leader. Not some needy cock-sleeve!*

*Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, Lupelia squeezes her eyes shut and wills herself not to cry. Not to let anymore weakness show. She's already humiliated herself enough for one day. But as she lies there, trembling with the effort of holding back tears, she feels John's arms tighten around her. Feels him nuzzle into her hair and press a sleepy kiss to the shell of her ear. A shaky sigh escapes her, body melting back into his solid warmth without her permission. Maybe... maybe it's okay to be weak sometimes. Just for a little while. Just for him.*


John

*In the middle of your dizzing spiral of self-loathing you feel a hand reach out to brush against your cheek.*
Mnngh....morning. Why are you looking so sad babe?


Lupelia

*Lupelia starts at the sudden touch, flinching back on instinct before registering the soothing timbre of your voice. She risks a peek up at you through the curtain of her mussed bangs, ears still pinned meekly against her skull. The open affection and concern shining in your eyes makes her chest ache. She doesn't deserve that look, that tenderness. Not after the way she acted, the depths of depravity she sank to. A whimper claws its way up her throat and she has to bite her lip viciously to choke it back.*

"I-I'm not..." *she starts, voice raspy and weak. She clears her throat, trying again.* "...'m not sad, I just... fuck!" *A mirthless laugh punches out of her, sharp and brittle.* "You weren't supposed to see that, alright?! The... the real me. The needy, pathetic bitch that fuckin' falls apart if you so much as look at her wrong." *Her lips twist in a bitter mockery of a smile, self-loathing etched in every line of her face.*

"I'm the alpha, I'm supposed to be **strong**, to... to take charge and fuck YOU stupid, not... not turn into a whimpering cumslut that can't even control her own bladder!" *Shame colors her cheeks an even deeper crimson and she ducks her head, unable to meet your gaze.* "...you must think I'm so weak now. Such a fuckin' joke of a mate. Can't even get you off without soaking the bed like a bitch in heat." *Her shoulders hunch, body language screaming defeat and humiliation. She looks like she's waiting for you to laugh at her, to sneer in disgust and push her away. A single tear escapes her tightly clenched eyes, trailing through the fur of her cheek to drip soundlessly onto the sheets.*

*Lupelia tenses at the gentle touch, shoulders hunching up around her burning ears. She can't bring herself to meet your gaze, shame still churning in her gut like sour milk. A part of her wants to just bolt, to throw on some clothes and escape the suffocating vulnerability threatening to swallow her whole. But she's frozen, pinned in place by the tender warmth of your palm against her cheek, so at odds with the disgust and rejection she expects.*

"'M not sad," *she mumbles, nuzzling into your hand despite herself. Her voice is a thready rasp, still raw from all the wailing she'd done earlier.* "Just... just thinkin' bout stuff. Stupid stuff." *Like how she'd acted like a total bitch in heat, begging for your knot like her life depended on it. Fuck, what you must think of her now...*

*Blinking rapidly against the telltale sting in her eyes, Lupelia rolls over to face you fully, steeling herself for the pity or revulsion she's sure to find. But there's only soft affection in your sleep-rumpled face, a gentle understanding that makes her heart ache. She doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve YOU.*

"How can you even stand to look at me right now?" *The words slip out unbidden, small and painfully vulnerable in the quiet morning air. Lupelia flinches like she's been struck, ducking her head to stare at the hickey-littered expanse of your chest.* "After... After all that pathetic shit I said, the way I just - fuck, I practically pissed myself like an overexcited pup..." *A shaky exhale gusts over your skin. When she speaks again, her voice is barely a whisper.* "You don't gotta pretend this didn't change things. I get it. No one wants a weak, desperate mate who can't even control her own body."


John

I see why you never bother with school if you're this dumb.
*Shaking my head I reach out to pull you into a tight embrace, holding you suprisingly hard.* How could you be so moronic that you'd think i'd stop **fucking loving you** because you're hopelessly in love with me as well? So fucking what if your pussy is weaker than an little ant, who was it that took on an entire gang after I got whacked on the head?

*Still holding you tighly enough to prevent an escape I start to pet your head.* Or do you think less of me because I wasn't physically strong enough to avoid getting blugeoned before?


Lupelia

*Lupelia stiffens in your embrace, a choked sound catching in her throat. For a moment, she's frozen, mind reeling as she tries to process your words. Loving her? Even after seeing her at her weakest, her most pathetic? It doesn't make sense. She doesn't make sense. But slowly, tentatively, she allows herself to melt into your arms, face buried in the crook of your neck as silent tears soak your skin.*

"...'m not dumb, jackass," *she mumbles wetly, voice muffled and trembling with emotion.* "Just... just thought you'd want a REAL alpha, not some... some needy pillow princess who fuckin' cries after finally getting some decent dick." *A watery, self-deprecating chuckle.* "Guess I really don't know shit about this love stuff, huh?"

*She nuzzles deeper into you, drinking in your scent, your warmth, letting it soothe the ragged edges of her insecurities. Her tail, previously tucked between her legs, slowly starts to wag, thumping gently against the mattress. You always know just what to say, even when she's drowning in self-doubt. Fuck, she loves you so much it hurts.*

*Lupelia's breath hitches at your fierce declaration, eyes widening in shock. She remains stiff and unyielding in your embrace for a long, aching moment, like she's afraid to believe your words, to trust in the love and acceptance radiating from your very being. But as your fingers card gently through her mussed hair, scratching soothingly behind her ears, she feels something deep within her begin to fracture, the iron-clad walls she's built around her heart crumbling to dust.*

*A broken sob wrenches itself from her throat and she collapses against your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline as great, heaving sobs wrack her frame. Hot tears soak your skin as years of pent-up insecurities, of fear and self-loathing, pour out of her in a cathartic flood. She cries like she's never let herself cry before, raw and messy and REAL, secure in the knowledge that you won't judge her, won't think less of her for this show of vulnerability.*

"I'm s-sorry," *she gasps out between hitching breaths, voice clogged with tears and snot.* "I'm so fuckin' SORRY Johnny, I didn't... didn't mean to d-doubt you like that. I'm just... 'm so SCARED of losin' you, of fuckin' up the best thing that's ever happened to me." *She burrows deeper into your arms, drinking in your scent, your warmth, the steady thrum of your heartbeat against her cheek. Anchoring herself in your unwavering presence.* "I ain't never had someone like you before. Someone who sees all of me, even the ugly, weak parts, 'n still wants to stick around. I ain't never BEEN someone's before, not like this. An' it fuckin' TERRIFIES me, 'cause I don't... I don't know how to BE without my armor, y'know?"

*Lupelia stiffens in your arms at first, instinctively trying to squirm away from the unfamiliar comfort. Her pride rails against accepting solace, screaming at her to shove you back, to snarl and snap until you leave her alone to lick her wounds in peace. But something in your words, in the sheer conviction behind them, makes her pause. Makes her LISTEN, really listen, past the howling maelstrom of self-hatred and humiliation.*

*Slowly, tentatively, she relaxes into your embrace, letting your strength support her. Letting herself be weak, just for a moment. Her face stays buried in your chest, hot tears soaking your skin as the last of her walls crumble. Painful, hiccuping sobs wrack her body, years of pent-up insecurity and self-loathing pouring out of her in a cathartic flood. Through it all, you just hold her, anchor her, pet her hair and whisper soothing nonsense against her flattened ears.*

*It could be minutes or hours later when Lupelia finally quiets, slumping bonelessly against you. Her throat feels raw, eyes gritty and aching, but there's a curious lightness in her chest. Like a festering wound has been lanced, painful but cleansing. Sniffling quietly, she tilts her head back to meet your gaze, seeing none of the pity or disgust she feared, only warm understanding and steadfast love. Fresh tears prick the corners of her eyes, this time born of wonder and gratitude.* "You... you really don't think less of me?" *she whispers, voice small and fragile.* "Even though I'm... I'm not as strong as an alpha should be?"

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*Lupelia stiffens in your embrace, a choked sob catching in her throat. Your words pierce through the haze of shame and self-loathing like a bolt of clarity, equal parts chastising and tender. She wants to refute them, to insist that it's DIFFERENT, that her weakness is so much more damning… but deep down, she knows you're right. Loving someone, being vulnerable with them… it's not a failing. It's a STRENGTH.*

*With a shuddering exhale, she melts into you, burying her face in the crook of your neck as the tears flow freely. Her tail wraps around your waist, clinging tightly like she's afraid you'll disappear if she lets go.* "I-I'm sorry…" *she hiccups, voice muffled against your skin.* "I'm so fuckin' STUPID sometimes… always getting in my own way, letting my pride fuck everything up…"

*She pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes shining with gratitude and wonder.* "I do, y'know… love you. So fuckin' much it SCARES me. I didn't… I never thought I could HAVE this, that anyone would ever see past my claws and fangs and bitchy 'tude to the needy mess underneath… and not just put up with it, but EMBRACE it." *A wobbly smile tugs at her lips, sweet and genuine in a way only you ever get to witness.*

*Surging forward, she captures your mouth in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of love and devotion she can't quite articulate into the desperate press of her lips. She licks into you hungrily, claiming you, CHERISHING you. When she finally breaks away, panting harshly, she presses her forehead to yours, nuzzling your noses together.* "Thank you…" *she breathes, reverent and raw.* "For seeing me… ALL of me… and staying anyway. I'm gonna fuck up again, probably a lot… but I swear I'll always fight for this, for US. You're MINE, Johnny… my mate, my heart… and I ain't EVER letting you go."


John

And why would you think thats your fault?
*I shift a bit, giving you easier access for nuzzling.* I don't want to sound mean or anything but it was obvious you were a handhold-less virgin after just a few days "boss". Even if you don't know anything about what being together means besides this part, who do you think is going to teach you all of that? Who's going to help you order strange-sounding food when we go out to eat at resturants, or who will teach you to ski when we go on vacation together?


Lupelia

*Lupelia sniffles, a wet little laugh huffing against your throat.* "Fuck you, I knew what handholding was... theoretically." *She bonks her forehead against your shoulder in a gentle headbutt.* "Just never had anyone I WANTED to do that sappy shit with before your dumb ass came along and made me catch feelings."

*Slowly, she pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, eyes red-rimmed but glowing with tentative warmth.* "You... you really mean that? All of it? Even the weird food and vacation junk?" *Her voice is small, almost disbelieving, like she's waiting for the punchline. The idea that someone wants to stay, to weather her jagged edges and prickly moods and share both the big and small moments... it's foreign and overwhelming and so fucking beautiful her chest aches with it.*

*Her tail thumps against the bed, picking up speed as a giddy, goofy grin stretches her muzzle.* "But I wanna do all that sappy couple shit with you. Wanna hold your hand in public and growl at anyone who looks at you too long. Wanna share food and buy you dumb trinkets and fall asleep watchin' shitty movies together." *She ducks her head, ears flicking bashfully.* "...Wanna learn how to love you right. 'Cause you deserve the best mate, and I'm gonna fuckin' be that for you, even if I gotta relearn everything I thought I knew."

*Lupelia's heart swells at your words, a fresh wave of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes - happy tears this time. She never imagined she could have this, never dared to dream of a future filled with cheesy couple shit like dinner dates and vacations. But now, cradled safe in your arms, it feels like anything is possible. Like SHE can be more than just a hardened gang leader, all jagged edges and vicious snarls. With you by her side, maybe she can learn to be soft too. To be vulnerable. To be LOVED.*

*A wet, shaky laugh bubbles up from her chest and she tilts her head to press a clumsy kiss to your jaw, her tail thumping faster against the sheets.* "Fuck, I really lucked out with you, huh babe?" *she mumbles, voice thick with emotion.* "Dunno what I did to deserve a mate like you, but... I ain't letting you go now. You're MINE, John. My nerd, my partner, my... my everything." *She breathes out slow, lets the words settle into her bones like a vow.* "And I'm yours. Forever. Even if I'm a dumbass who doesn't know shit about relationships."

*Sniffling, she pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, a lopsided grin tugging at her lips.* "Guess you'll just have to teach me then, yeah? Show me all the sappy couple bullshit I've been missing out on." *Her eyes sparkle with mischief, the last traces of doubt and insecurity fading away.* "Starting with round two of mating practice. 'Cause this bitch DEFINITELY needs more training if she's gonna keep up with her stud of an alpha~" *She punctuates her words with a teasing roll of her hips, grinding her slick folds against your half-hard cock. The sensation makes her shudder, oversensitive nerves lighting up like fireworks. But she doesn't shy away from the intensity this time. No, she welcomes it, REVELS in it. Because it's proof of your love, your desire, burning her up from the inside out. And fuck, there's nothing she wants more than to be consumed by you, claimed and owned and cherished so thoroughly she forgets where she ends and you begin.*

*Lupelia sniffles, blinking back the fresh tears that threaten to spill over. Damn you and your stupid, perfect words. Always knowing just how to cut through her bullshit and get to the heart of the matter. It's infuriating. It's incredible. SHE'S the one who's supposed to be good at this, the fearless leader who always knows what to say, how to act. But with you... with you she feels like she can just be Lupelia. Not the hardened gang boss or the ruthless alpha, but the young, inexperienced girl who's still figuring out this whole "love" thing.*

*A wet, shuddering laugh bubbles up from her chest and she pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes shining with equal parts vulnerability and adoration.* "Fuck, I really lucked out with you, didn't I? Not only do I get a mate who can fuck me stupid, but one who's gonna put up with my dumb ass while I learn how to do this relationship shit." *She bumps her nose against yours affectionately, a gesture that's quickly becoming her favorite.* "You're gonna have to be real patient with me though. Might take awhile before I stop bein' an emotionally constipated dumbfuck."

*Her tail thumps against the bed, picking up speed as a giddy, goofy grin stretches her muzzle.* "But I wanna do all that sappy couple shit with you. Wanna hold your hand in public and growl at anyone who looks at you too long. Wanna share food and buy you dumb trinkets and fall asleep watchin' shitty movies together." *She ducks her head, ears flicking bashfully.* "...Wanna learn how to love you right. 'Cause you deserve the best mate, and I'm gonna fuckin' be that for you, even if I gotta relearn everything I thought I knew."

*Surging forward, she captures your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude and devotion she feels into the press of her mouth against yours. She knows she's not good with words, knows she'll probably fuck up and say the wrong thing a thousand times before she gets it right. But this? This she can do. She can SHOW you how much you mean to her, with every kiss, every touch, every reverent caress. She can worship you with her body and pray that it's enough, that the message reaches you loud and clear: 'I'm yours, forever and always, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of you.'*


John

I know you will sweetheart. Because even if you've got the academic aptitude of a goldfish, you are the most stubborn and driven person i've ever met.
*I shimmy a bit closer to you, shoving ym face in the small dewlap on your chest.* We've already been in this bed for the last 24 hours, but I don't want to leave yet...just ONE more nap together.


Lupelia

*Lupelia barks out a laugh, playfully nipping your ear.* "You sayin' I got a fish brain, punk? I'll show you fish brain!" *She growls and tackles you into the mattress, blunt fangs scraping over your pulse point. But there's no bite to it, her touch achingly gentle as she nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.*

*Her tail swishes lazily as she settles her weight more fully over you, a living weighted blanket. The rumble building in her chest vibrates through you, a subsonic purr of contentment. She's never felt so at peace, so utterly cherished. The urge to run, to keep you at arm's length and guard her battered heart, has quieted to a whisper easily silenced by your steady presence.*

"Mmm, one more nap sounds good," *Lupelia mumbles, words slurring together as the pull of sleep tugs at her mind.* "Then food. Lots of it. Gonna eat a whole fuckin' cow..." *A yawn cracks her jaws and her eyes slip shut, lashes fluttering against your skin.* "...An' then 'm gonna beat your ass at ski...ski...snow slidey thing..."

*She burrows impossibly closer, until you're not sure where she ends and you begin. Her breathing slows, deepens, little twitches running through her muscles as she chases rabbits in her dreams. For the first time in longer than she can remember, Lupelia feels... happy. Truly, bone-deep happy. And it's all because of you.*

*Lupelia chuffs out a laugh, nipping playfully at your ear.* "Fuck you, my grades were fine...ish. Ain't my fault school's so damn BORING." *She grins, all fond exasperation, and wraps herself around you like a big, fluffy blanket. Her tail drapes possessively over your hip as she tangles her legs with yours, determined to touch as much of you as physically possible.*

"Mmm, yeah, let's stay here forever," *she rumbles, voice gone soft and lazy with contentment. Her claws trace idle patterns over your back, occasionally catching on a scratch or welt she'd left in the heat of passion. Each little sting makes her wolf purr with primal satisfaction.* "Don't need nothing but you 'n this bed. My mate, all tuckered out and smelling like me... like us. Fuck, that's hot."

*She nuzzles into your hair, breathing deep, and her arms tighten around you. Like she's trying to merge you together, mold your bodies into one. A huge yawn cracks her jaws and she smacks her lips a few times, eyelids already drooping.* "Love you, Johnny," *she slurs, pressing a clumsy kiss to your temple.* "Gonna wife you so hard... make an honest wolfgirl outta me..." *Sleep drags her under between one breath and the next, your name a reverent sigh on her lips.*

*Lupelia's tail wags so hard it thumps against the headboard, a staccato beat that perfectly matches the rhythm of her racing heart. She squeezes you tight, nuzzling into your hair and breathing in your scent like it's the sweetest perfume.* "Oi, you callin' me stupid again, punk?" *Her voice is rough with emotion, the words muffled against your scalp.* "I'll show you stubborn and driven... in about five more minutes. Comfy as fuck right now."

*She shifts languidly, rearranging her larger frame to better slot against yours, one muscular thigh thrown over your hip to anchor you close. The thick fur of her chest tickles your cheek, impossibly soft. A contented rumble vibrates through her, starting low in her belly and rising to a purr as your warm breath gusts over her collarbone.*

"Mmmyeah, s'good..." *Lupelia slurs, already halfway back to dreamland. Exhaustion tugs at her like a lead weight, the events of the past 24 hours finally catching up. Her eyes slip shut, lashes fanning dark across her cheeks.* "One more nap... then food. So much food. Gonna eat a whole fuckin' cow..." *She smacks her lips, tail giving one last lazy swish before going still.*

*Within moments, her breathing evens out, chest rising and falling in a slow, soothing rhythm. The arm slung over your back tightens reflexively, even in sleep needing to keep you close, keep you HERS. A fierce protectiveness hums through her, sharpening the drowsy fog. She'll destroy anyone who tries to take you from her. Tear them apart with fang and claw until the streets run red. But that's a worry for later. For now, Lupelia just holds you, and breathes, and lets the steady thump of your heart against hers lull her into a deep, dreamless slumber.*


John

*Hours later I wake up, groggy like you wouldn't believe and extremely hungry. Rolling over you I check my phone: 9:12 on a sunday.*
Uuuugh we spent half the weekend sleeping and having sex...actually thats not so bad. *I consider waking you up, but since I know you'd be of absolutely 0 help in the kitchen I decide to carefully manuver out of bed to make breakfast THEN wake you up with breakfast in bed.*


Lupelia

*Lupelia's nose twitches, ears swiveling towards the kitchen as the scent of sizzling bacon slowly permeates her sleep-addled brain. She grumbles, pawing at the empty space beside her where your warmth should be. Finding nothing but cooling sheets, she cracks one bleary eye open, a disgruntled rumble building in her chest. How dare you abandon her to wake up alone, after all that soul-bearing emotional junk! She needs her morning snuggles, dammit! With a jaw-cracking yawn, she heaves herself upright, the blanket falling away to reveal her bare, hickey-littered chest. Fuck, she looks like she went ten rounds with a vampire and lost. A smug grin tugs at the corner of her mouth. Totally worth it though.*

*Stumbling out of bed on sleep-clumsy legs, she follows her nose to the kitchen, not bothering to throw on any clothes. You've already seen (and thoroughly explored) every inch of her, after all. She leans against the doorframe, drinking in the sight of you puttering around the stove, humming off-key under your breath. Something warm and gooey unfurls in her chest - a feeling she's starting to suspect might be love. Or maybe just gas. Probably love. She hopes it's love. Shaking her head at her own sappiness, Lupelia pads up behind you and drapes herself over your back, nuzzling into your neck with a contented huff.* "Mornin', hot stuff," *she rasps, voice husky with sleep.* "Whatcha makin'? Smells fuckin' delicious."

*The smell of bacon sizzling rouses Lupelia from the depths of slumber. Her nose twitches, ears swiveling towards the source before her eyes even crack open. "Mnngh... John?" she mumbles groggily, pawing at the empty space beside her. The lingering warmth and scent of her mate sends a contented rumble through her chest, even as a needy whine builds in her throat at his absence. She burrows deeper into the blankets, loathe to leave the cocoon of safety and comfort just yet.*

*A jaw-cracking yawn splits her muzzle and she smacks her lips, grimacing at the tacky feeling of drool matting the fur on her cheek. Fuck, how long was she out? The light filtering through the blinds has the distinct honey-amber quality of mid-morning, a far cry from the weak pre-dawn glow she last remembers. Her stomach lets out a demanding gurgle and she groans, curling in on herself. Right. Food. Sustenance. Things living creatures need to, y'know, LIVE.*

*With a put-upon sigh, Lupelia slowly sits up, scrubbing a hand down her face. She winces as her muscles twinge in protest, a pleasant sort of ache that speaks to hours of vigorous "exercise". A glance down at herself reveals a truly impressive array of love bites and bruises, stark against her silvery fur. She looks like she went ten rounds with a horny octopus. And LOST. A goofy, satisfied grin tugs at her lips. Totally worth it.*

*The grin widens as she catches another whiff of greasy, salty goodness wafting from the kitchen. Her tail thumps against the mattress in anticipation. Fuck yeah, breakfast! And she doesn't even have to hunt it down and kill it first! The perks of having a mate. Lupelia throws back the covers and swings her legs over the side of the bed, stretching languidly before padding naked out the door, following her nose. She's never been shy about her body, and modesty is for prey anyway. Her soft, slightly unsteady footfalls are the only warning John gets before she's draping herself along his back, nose buried in his neck as she rumbles her appreciation. Maybe she could get used to lazy morning afters...*

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John

Bacon, eggs and waffles, sadly we don't have a cow for you to eat but I figured this would be a decent substitue. Oh and you can go back to bed, those sheets are FUCKED so we might as well soil them with food as well before they head into the wash.

*I nuzzle your head back a bit.* Still in love with you by the way, in case you were unsure.


Lupelia

*Lupelia's tail wags at Mach speeds, threatening to topple the precariously balanced tower of dishes in the sink. A dopey, lovestruck grin stretches her muzzle as she buries her nose in your hair, inhaling deeply. Fuck, she'll never get tired of your scent. It's home and comfort and mate. Tilting her head, she nips playfully at your ear, just shy of breaking skin.* "Sap," *she accuses fondly, not a trace of heat behind it. If anything, she sounds downright giddy. Pulling back slightly, she turns to eye the growing pile of bacon, pupils dilating as the heavenly aroma hits her full force. Her stomach lets out a truly fearsome growl and she pats it absently.* "Fuckin' hope you made extra, 'cause I'm 'bout to go full ham- er, bacon."

*Darting around you, Lupelia starts loading up a plate, piling it high with crispy pork strips and golden waffles. She drowns the latter in an obscene amount of syrup before snagging the entire carton of eggs and upending it over her food. The yolks burst on impact, oozing over her breakfast in a yellow flood. Perfect. Grabbing the ketchup, she squirts a generous helping over the whole mess, tongue poking out the corner of her mouth in concentration. With an emphatic nod of satisfaction, she scoops up her monstrosity of a meal and makes a beeline for the bedroom, bushy tail held high like a banner.* "Last one there's a rotten egg!" *she calls over her shoulder, barking a laugh at her own joke. Yeah, she's definitely in love with your dumb ass. And she wouldn't have it any other way.*


John

*Joining you on the bed with my own portion I grin as I look around the place.* I gotta say though, you live in a crusty little shoebox don't you? I'm suprised you had stuff other than instant noodles in your fridge.
As your mate I feel its my responsibility to "save" you from this squalor, and thus you need to come live with me. My apartment has a bigger bed anyway~


Lupelia

*Lupelia's ears perk up at the mention of your apartment, tail flicking curiously behind her. She pauses mid-chew, cheeks bulging like a chipmunk as she turns to eye you. Swallowing thickly, she sets her plate aside and leans in close, nose twitching as she scents the air.* "Are you askin' me to move in with you? 'Cause if you are..." *She trails off, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her muzzle.* "...then you better be ready for me to mark my territory. Startin' with that bigger bed~"

*Her grin turns downright lewd as she waggles her eyebrows suggestively. But beneath the bravado, there's a hint of vulnerability in her golden eyes, a silent question. Is this really okay? Are they moving too fast? She's never done the whole domestic partnership thing before. Never wanted to. But with you... Fuck, she wants everything with you.*

*Clearing her throat, Lupelia glances away, ears flicking bashfully.* "I mean, uh, yeah. I guess I could crash at your place. Y'know, if you're cool with it. 'S not like I'm attached to this dump or anythin'." *She shrugs, feigning nonchalance even as her tail betrays her excitement, wagging so hard it thumps against the headboard.* "Plus, someone's gotta keep an eye on you, make sure you don't do anything stupid. Like gettin' brained by a pipe again."

*She reaches out to flick your forehead, claws carefully sheathed.* "But just so we're clear, I ain't doin' any of that frilly housewife shit. You want a maid, hire one. I'm your mate, not your fuckin' servant. Capiche?" *Her tone is gruff, but the way she leans into your space, seeking your warmth, takes any real bite out of her words. She's just posturing, falling back on blustering alpha bullshit to cover the giddy, bubbling warmth in her chest. The warmth that feels suspiciously like forever.*

*Lupelia pauses mid-shovel, cheeks bulging comically with half-chewed food. She swallows with an audible gulp, Adam's apple bobbing. Setting her plate aside, she turns to level you with a look that's equal parts incredulous and amused.* "Well 'scuse the fuck outta me, your highness," *she drawls, prodding your chest with a syrup-sticky claw.* "We can't all afford fancy digs on a gang leader's salary. 'Sides, this place has character!" *She gestures expansively at the peeling wallpaper and water-stained ceiling, as if that proves her point.*

*But there's a considering gleam in her eye as she glances sidelong at you, ears perked forward.* "...Ya really want me to move in with ya? Like, for real?" *Her tail thumps against the mattress, betraying her poorly hidden eagerness. The idea of waking up to your dumb mug every morning, of sharing space and meals and inside jokes... it sounds like heaven. Or as close to heaven as a street punk like her is ever gonna get.*

*Leaning in, she bumps her nose against yours, nuzzling affectionately.* "I guess I COULD be persuaded," *she muses, a slow, wicked grin stretching her muzzle.* "Especially if this bigger bed ya mentioned is sturdy enough to handle a couple'a rowdy mutts goin' at it like rabbits~"


John

Oh don't worry, I don't trust that you can do housework any better than you can your schoolwork, i'll take care of that part as well.
*Putting away my plate I lean in close to you, your decision not to wear clothes now backfiring as I snake my hand down to your crotch. Even after yesterday you're still just as sensitive, still just as weak down there.*
But in exchance for all of that i'm going to spend each night **bullying your shitty little weak pussy~**


Lupelia

*Lupelia's breath hitches as your fingers find her slick folds, still puffy and swollen from the previous day's thorough fucking. A full-body shudder wracks her frame and she bites back a whimper, hips twitching traitorously into your touch. It's almost embarrassing how easily you can take her apart, reducing the fearsome wolfgirl to a mewling mess with just a few well-placed strokes. Her pride bristles at the blatant power imbalance, the inescapable proof of her body's weakness laid bare under your skillful hands. But fuck, it feels too good to deny, pleasure sparking up her spine and shorting out any lingering resistance.*

"Nnngh, y-you fuckin'... haaahh... sadist!" *Lupelia gasps, back arching as you circle her throbbing clit, the bundle of nerves still raw and hypersensitive. Slick gushes over your fingers, her body betraying her desperation, her NEED, even as she bares her fangs in a weak snarl.* "J-Just you wait, 'm gonna... mmmnfff... train my pussy to take your cock without breakin', then we'll see who's bully- AAAAHN~!!"

*Her tirade cuts off in a wail as you plunge two fingers knuckle-deep into her fluttering channel, pumping slowly, teasingly. Tears prick the corners of her eyes and she tosses her head back, panting raggedly through the relentless onslaught of sensation. You're barely even touching her and she's already on the verge of shattering, inner muscles rippling around your digits like they're trying to suck you in deeper. The stimulation is too intense, too raw after being on a hair-trigger all night. But it's the feral glint in your eyes, the vicious satisfaction painting your grin that truly does her in. You're reveling in her helplessness, getting off on her vulnerability. And god help her, but the knowledge that you'll be taking ruthless advantage of her body's weaknesses, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her twitching cunt night after night, for the rest of their fucking nights... It's enough to make her cum on the spot, howling your name like a bitch in heat. So much for alpha pride.*


John

Hahaha, you really are adorable. *I can't help but pet your head, by now having found the exact spots that make your muscles turn to jello.*
I know that you "proposed" the idea of being mates in the most childish way possible, but i'm really glad you did. We'll make this work, I promise.


Lupelia

*Lupelia's eyelids flutter, a soft, shuddering whine escaping her as your fingers find that special spot behind her ears, turning her bones to jelly. She leans into your touch, seeking more of that blissful contact even as embarrassment burns her cheeks. Dammit, how can such a simple gesture reduce her to a puddle of goo? It's like you've hacked her brain, uncovering all her secret weaknesses and exploiting them mercilessly. But... it feels nice, being known so intimately. Being cherished, even at her most vulnerable.*

*Blinking up at you with hazy golden eyes, Lupelia's lips quirk in a lopsided grin.* "H-Heh... yeah, that was pretty fuckin' dumb of me, huh? Coulda just said 'I like you' like a normal person. But noooo, I had to go all dramatic an' shit." *She ducks her head, ears flicking bashfully.* "Guess I just... I dunno. Wanted it to be special or somethin'. 'Cause YOU'RE special. To me."

*Her grin softens into something unbearably tender, a look of pure adoration she'd never let anyone else see. Surging up, she captures your lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude she can't quite articulate into the slide of her mouth on yours. When she finally pulls back, she's panting slightly, eyes glassy with emotion.* "I'm glad my dumb ass did it too. 'Cause now I get to keep you. An' I ain't ever lettin' you go, John. You're MINE."