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“Then you know what I want," Eleanour said.

It felt as though Eleanour's gaze enveloped Russet, taking in every shift of her hips, every scratch of her hand. It wasn't often that a deer left a wolf feeling like a cat before the mouse, but Eleanour had a way about her that kept Russet crawling back. It was why she stood there, half in the apartment's hall with her shoulder pressed into the doorframe, face hot, only the pink of her t-shirt to cover herself. It was all she could bear to wear with the heat beneath her fur.

“El, I was planning on seeing a movie tonight, and I've already—" Eleanour cut Russet short with a wave of her hand.

“You came to me, pup. I'm not going to force you, but that's the deal: if you want my attention, you're giving me all of yours."

Barely three steps away, Eleanour's weight dimpled her duvet, short fur and cotton cloth a mix of caramel and sage. Above her bed hung an oil painting of a mountain vista, gold wood framing a view of an ocean broken only by leafy tree-tops. The rich, dark wood of a bookshelf paired with the gilded frame, sat back against the wall and full to the brim with biology and physics textbooks, something by Kant, and half a dozen romance novels. Eleanour moved, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, offering only the barest glimpse up the midnight fabric of her shift.

Trying to hide her blush, Russet's eyes found the woman's desk, the top covered in a spread of pencil sketches— a fly-away nest compared to the neatly stacked notebooks beside them.

“Something distracting you?" Eleanour asked. When Russet glanced back, all she saw was the doe's head tilted, her smile coy.

Great. She'd noticed. Not like it wasn't obvious with how she'd jammed her heel into the floor, grinding one thigh into the other with a tuck of her knee. Heat. A lingering effect of evolution, something her ancestry carried through the legacy of generations. She'd always been proud to be a wilder dog, a wolf through and through, but that didn't mean her lineage wasn't an inconvenience.

“It's just… you know how I get," Russet said, trying to center her thoughts with a breath. It carried the smell of vanilla and leather into her lungs, along with half a hundred things she had to fight to keep from blossoming across her brain: the way the carpet had felt against her cheek only a week ago, the swish of lace drapes as her tail brushed them, the jingle of a harness pinned against the Eleanour's door. Russet bit her lip.

“Suggestible? Eager?" Eleanour's smile was slight, but it did nothing to hide the want behind her eyes, the soft pink patience of a fly-trap in wait.

“Carried away," Russet said with a flat look. The warmth in her cheeks didn't fade, and neither did the heat behind her navel. She bumped her hip into the doorframe as that need took her attention again, her breath a huff as her heart beat quicker.

“You know I'll take care of you," Eleanour said, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her thighs. “All I ask is your time. You're desperate, Rus, and… who are you hanging out with?"

“Sophie and Kate."

“And Sophie and Kate won't do a thing to help," Eleanour said, giving her hand a dismissive flick. “It's not their fault, they just don't know you like I do. And I know you'd feel better going again when you're not all… distracted. Isn't that right?"

It made sense. She could already picture herself sat in the dark of the theater, digging her nails into the leather seat as she fought to keep from drooling over the girls on screen. Some part of her, some small voice begged for her to just nod her head and agree; what Eleanour said was true, and it was better than chewing the walls waiting for it.

She closed her eyes, a little rumble in her chest as she clenched her fists. As much as the wolf didn't want to admit it, she craved El's touch, felt that need simmering in the meat of her muscles. Every breath, every glance, every time she looked up to find that patient smile? It left that hunger seeping through her fur like oil.

And like oil through paper, any resistance she had dissolved.

“Yes," she said, the words an exhalation.

“What was that?"

“Yes," she said, louder. “I'm not in a state to leave, I'd… rather spend the night here. With you."

“I'm always glad to see my smart pup come to the right conclusion." She said, and Russet couldn't help how she shivered, how she smiled with those two little words. They were nothing compared to the next.

“Now be a good girl for me and fetch."

Pink sparks lit the inside of Russet's skull, a wave of delight washing through her. Good girl. She might talk a game about being a wolf, might hold that close, but every canine hungered for that one compliment. Socialized by centuries, conditioned with little jokes, little pets and teases, there was nothing that could get a dog's tail wagging quicker. Combined with an order? She hadn't had a chance.

Russet nodded, her brain still a mush. One word, and the pup turned, hardly able to help herself, pulled by a force scrawled right into the folds of her brain. Eleanour saw only the swish of her shirt and the sway of her tail, footsteps all but bounding down the hall before the girl returned in a heartbeat, a strip of black leather dangling from her hand.

“That was fast, pup, you really are desperate," Eleanour said, laughing lightly as she spread her legs. She snapped, pointing at the floor. “Heel."

It was shameful, should have been shameful to have her roomate call her like a dog. But now? Some part of her mind flared to life, washing a waterfall of delight down her spine. That tail of hers wagged as she stepped forward, knees finally finding the floor again in one fluid motion. Right by Eleanour's feet. Right where she belonged.

“That's my girl," El said, her fingers running through Russet's hair, the wolf's eyes closed with pleasure. Just like a dog, she pushed her head into the other's palm, let her tail thump softly against the deer's ankle, savouring every last headrub she could get. “Lift your hair, I don't want to catch it in the clasp."

Russet did so, running her thumbs along her neck to gather it in one long ponytail. She tugged it up, cool air washing along the softer fur beneath her chin.

Eleanour paused, the leather of the collar in her hand as she simply enjoyed the sight of her roomate knelt between her feet. Like her own private model, Russet waited with her eyes closed, her tail wagging, and her lip pinched with anticipation. Just the gentle curve of her back, the way she pushed her chest out like she wanted El's hands? The ease of it, the pleasure Russet took? Eleanour's tail flicked as she smiled.

Gently, she teased a finger along Russet's collarbone. She trailed it through the fur there, lifted goosebumps along the canine's arms only to ruffle the fur of her neck in a slow, wandering journey to her chin. As she found it, Eleanour couldn't help but scratch.

“So soft for me already, and I haven't even tried. All that training paying off for my little mutt?"

Russet's face flushed, her breath a huff. “It just… feels good," she said, trying to find the words even as she knelt there, her arms still lifted. “Don't question a gift."

Eleanour lifted her brow. “And still some bark. We'll fix that."

Before Russet could speak, leather kissed her neck. Cool, thick, and firm, Eleanour slipped it over the girl's throat and pulled it snug behind her, stole a gasp from her lips and let the edges bite gentle through her fur. One sharp, firm tug and the pup's thoughts shattered, broke away into a swirl of snow and static.

Kneeling, bound, heat dripping through her, what could she think of but the fingers weaving the clasp shut? Deft and clever and final, they sealed her place, pushed her wolfish heart into a leather clad bundle and locked the kennel behind them. A hundred years, a thousand, all undone like the first dog at the first fire, fed a bone by strangers in the night.

Domestication.

“Lets start properly, pet. Close your eyes." Eleanour's words traced a circle past her ears, Russet catching only a glimpse at the woman's smile above her. Then she obeyed.

Dark. Black. Nothing to see but the back of her own eyelids. All the distractions, all the little details of the other girl's room disappeared. Only her own thoughts to occupy her, only the weight of Eleanour's hand to reassure. Russet willed herself to relax, to—

“Breathe in," El said, watching Russet chew her lip. “And out."

A breath in, and her world became scent— the faint smell of sweat in El's fur, the older fibers of the carpet, the citrus polish in the hardwood. Her ears perked, flicking against Eleanour's fingers as she took in every rustle of fur, each creak of the mattress, every one of her breaths loud and shuddering.

And the heat.

There was nothing to distract her now, nothing but El's nails against her scalp as the wolf was forced to sit with her own need. Melting in her gut, seeping through the meat of her thighs, it was an itch she couldn't escape. A compulsion. Desire made living. A hunger her teeth couldn't sate.

“Now," Eleanour continued, “I want the truth. What do you really need, pet.

A second passed. Two. Russet's thoughts swirled as she muddled it over, worked to pull thought and fantasy apart as they flashed through her head. Metal against her skin. Eleanour's fingers working beneath her tail, scratching just at the base. Rope coiled around her wrists, holding her like a lover, holding her with her legs spread.

“I want your fingers under my collar," Russet answered into the dark, “ I want… I want to stop thinking, stop pretending I'm anything but a dog. Your dog. Just for a little while."

Beneath her fur, she could feel her cheeks tinge pink. It was embarrassing to admit, sure, but that didn't mean she needed it any less.

“And when I'm like this? When I can… when I can barely help it? I want you to pull me over your lap, run your hands over my back and lift my tail, feel me, tease me, inspect me like I'm your little show-dog." Russet pushed her hands into her lap, squeezing her eyes shut even as she pinched her knees together. “I want your fingers to part my lips, to count my teeth like a puppy on a podium. I want to feel your hand climbing my thigh, your nails tingling against the inside. I want to gasp when I feel your knuckles, and… I want to moan, to whine, to melt when I feel you push inside."

Above her, Eleanour's grin could have lit a candle. Every tremble, every squirm, every needy little wiggle of Russet's hips? She knew the wolf didn't realize what she was doing, how perfectly she was crumbling, letting her own fantasies strip away any pretense of modesty. Eleanour's hoof furrowed the carpet closing her own eyes as she relished every word her friend let slip. When she finished, the deer leaned in.

“That's it," El cooed, tussling her pet's hair. “You've been such a good girl for me. I'm so proud of you for trusting me with what you want." Eleanour watched Russet's tail wag, watched her dip her shoulder with that shiver, watched her fight that smile. “Now, there's still one thing we need before we start. Are you going to be a good girl and fetch your leash?"

Russet whined soft, but with Eleanour's thigh against her back and the press of her ankle between the dog's own? The wolf hesitated, opening her eyes to reveal that puppy stare, and yet… she couldn't fight the little hungers behind her belly, the way her own heart beat quicker as her collar squeezed firm around her neck. She nodded; she'd already come this far.

“Then go," Eleanour said, leaning back against the bed. “Be a good little dog and crawl."

If her face had been hot before, it was a wildfire now. But with Eleanour's expectant gaze, and the way the closet door loomed open? Russet couldn't help how her palms kissed the floor, how she wobbled with her first step. Like a dog, Russet crawled.

Stooping as she reached, she dug her snout into the bin of toys and straps, rooting around with embarrassment on her face, only to find her prize. She couldn't use her hands, and so… she opened her mouth, slipped her teeth around, and pinched it tight.

The crawl back was twice the journey, every glance only showing the satisfaction on Eleanour's face. And still Eleanour pet her head as Russet knelt, finally returning like a good pup.

“That's it puppy, you've been such a good girl so far!" Eleanour's said, her voice pitched and high, dripping with that puppy talk only dogs deserved to hear. But.. that's what she was now, wasn't she? What she'd always been beneath that layer of pretend, the layer that El stripped away slow and sure.

Russet couldn't reply, not with the black leather bunched in her mouth. It tasted sharp, a faint layer of bitter polish pressed into her tastebuds, but it slipped smooth from her mouth as Eleanour took it. She wiped the drool off on Russet's cheek.

“There we go," she said, pushing the end of it into the collar's clasp with a click! “Now, I'm not a cruel Mistress. My pup is missing her movie, and we don't want her wasting money on that useless ticket, do we? Open your phone."

It took her a second to realize what she was supposed to do, half lost in the heat within her. Yet as Eleanour tapped the phone against her snout, the pup startled out of her trance. “Um, yes Miss," she said, taking it in slightly shakey hands. Four taps, and it clicked open.

“Good girl! So quick to let me in," Eleanour teased, already digging through the girl's emails for the receipt. “Mn, credit card… pizza ad… spa service…" Seconds passed before Eleanour turned her head a fraction, glancing down. “Hump." She pointed at the top of her foot.

A wave of embarrassment washed through the dog, a whine rising to her lips as her eyes widened. Yet Eleanour had already turned back, digging her fingers through each and every email the girl had saved. They combed through the wolf's life, searching for treasure in each intimate detail. That alone left the girl panting, left her gut twisting in delight, but as Eleanour lifted her foot and brushed it between Russet's thighs— she couldn't help a whimper, her body tensing like a spring.

Need flooded her. Desire. It overrode any sense, any self-preservation. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't screw her eyes shut and whine with the touch of her roommate's foot, but dogs didn't get dignity, they only got what they were given.

“Hahhn…" Russet's eyelids fluttered, a shudder rolling through her body as she dug her fingers into Eleanour's calf. The heat of her breath washed through the doe's fur, her forehead butting into the soft meat of El's thigh as she pushed, ground, rolled her hips into the other girl's foot like a dumb little dog.

“Quiet, mutt," El said, a smile in her voice as she wrapped her free hand around Russet's snout and clamped it shut. “Hello? Yes, I'm Russet Rayne, and I'm looking to refund…"

It was for her benefit, exactly what Russet needed, but the way Eleanour so casually assumed the role, Impersonated her? It left the wolf panting, huffing through her nose as El jammed her jaws together, pressing against Eleanour's shin and clutching her calf in a hug.

Truthfully, Russet didn't know how long she lost herself, how long she panted and mewled with every grind of her body. Heat soaked her panties just the same as her arousal, and surely El could feel it. But as she ground herself down, felt only muted pleasure through her underwear? Russet couldn't bring herself to care. It wasn't her place to think; Eleanour had already filled the space between her ears.

The warmth of El's palms found her cheeks, brought her back from her panting reverie. Eleanour's thumbs trailed gentle circles through the fur there, mushing her face like Russet was just another lapdog, a pretty little toy to tease and coo at.

Slowly, Russet peeled her face from El's thigh. A sheen of sweat beaded her brow, every breath ragged with that little lust kindled in her gut. Hazy, molasses-thick thoughts clung together, strings of leather-bound fantasy connected in pink-tinged ropes. Eleanour could see the cogs turning behind glassy eyes, a tap of the deer's finger drawing a squeak from the dazed wolf.

“Look at me," Eleanour said, her voice gentle. “I want to watch it leave your eyes. I want to watch you lose every last bit of willpower."

With the haste of a glacier, Russet obeyed. El smiled down with her ears folded all sweet, the bed lamp's light catching in her hair. It only felt… right to listen. Right to let herself relax. Right to let the other woman think for her.

“Good. Good girl," Eleanour said, watching the tension fall from her roommate's shoulders— a slow drain through her arms, her spine, and the muscle beneath. “Let's help Russet sleep, okay? We're bringing Puppy out, letting her take control."

With each slow spiral Eleanour's thumbs drew, Russet's gaze slowly lost focus. Hands in her lap and her shoulders slouched, she more leaned into El's palm than rested against. She nodded as though each dip of her head took her a second to remember.

“Good, remember that mantra I taught you?" Eleanour's voice was soft. Warm.

Another nod, a little murmur.

“Wonderful, Pup. I want you to repeat that, okay? It'll be clear in your mind, the only clear thing except for my hands, my smile, and how sleepy Russet feels."

The haze in Russet's mind pulled apart like a curtain, a swaddling blanket lifted in the middle to bear one simple sentence. Perfectly polished, perfectly nestled on her tongue, it came to her like an old friend.

“Good girls don't think," she said, eyes half-lidded, “good girls… keep their ears open and their heads empty."

Above her, Eleanour's smile widened.

“That's it, that's exactly it, Pup. I'm so proud of you!" She let her hand slip up her pet's cheek, running over her ear just to muss her hair. Behind the wolf, her tail wagged.

“Are your ears open, Puppy? Head empty?" A quicker nod. “Perfect, then let's hear the first part again."

A shiver ran through Russet, but something about the words felt… right. It was like remembering something she'd forgotten before she could say it. “Good girls don't think," she repeated.

“That's it, Puppy. No thoughts, only my voice," El said, leaning back as she let her pet work. She'd long hung up the call, long set the phone down, and watching her pup lose herself in her own need? There was nothing she could savour more.

“Just a few more Pup, then you're done. I've already let Kate and Sophie know for you, but…" El bit her lip, hardly able to hide her grin as an idea struck her. “Does my Puppy want to show off? Two barks for yes."

Russet blinked, every shift of El's foot sending a shiver up her spine, but she gathered herself enough to nod. When El didn't move, the girl let slip a breath. “Arf… Arf!"

“Good girl!" Eleanour felt the girl grip her tighter, smiled as she watched the wolf's tail wag slow and easy. “Now back, Puppy. You've had enough of your treat. I want you to lift your shirt for me, okay? Show us your belly."

Russet could only blush, only squirm all sweet as El pushed her back with the ball of her foot. Yet the dog was too far gone to resist now, not as her hips wiggled with each eager wag of her tail, the force pulling her rear one way and then the other.

Glancing up through her bangs, Russet's fingers curled beneath the pink hem of her shirt as she tugged it up, baring all the cream-coloured fur of her middle.

“God, you're cute when you're helpless," Eleanour said, lifting her phone to frame the girl in it. “Keep lifting, Pup. I want to show off my property."

Property. That stole her breath, left the room spinning. Owned like a dog, nothing like a free and fierce wolf. No, she was just a pretty puppy, an owned little toy. The only thing awaiting her in the night was the foot of Eleanour's bed, and the taste of the slippers she'd fetch in the morning. Domesticity. Bliss.

Russet smiled, soft and wanting as she bared herself. Her core tensed with each breath, shivered as she felt only absence beneath her hips.

“Lift your shirt up, show your tits," Eleanour cooed, “dogs don't get to hide."

It was all Russet could do not to whine, her knees pushed into the ground as she tugged her shirt up that last little bit, chest spilling free with all the jiggle gravity could muster. Her tail thumped against the ground as she glanced away, breath hot.

“Look into the camera, Puppy, and open your mouth."

Confused, Russet let her jaw fall open.

With one hand still holding the camera, Eleanour's other scooped up the leash. Carefully, she folded it with just her fingers, bundled it up into a coil of leather, and pushed it firmly into the dog's mouth. Russet's gave a noise, but all she could do was bite down, pinch it in her teeth, and hold it like the mutt she was.

“Smile puppy, and tell your friends what you are." El's voice dripped with smugness.

“Eleanawh's Puhppy!" Russet slurred, whining through the leather as her tail slapped the floor, her shirt pinched against her chest and her tits out for the camera. There was no hiding it, no slipping away. She was bare, helpless, nothing but a dog for the other woman. Captured in the glint of the camera, she could only imagine what her friends would see. Not a girl, not the woman who was set to sit beside them, but a blushing little mutt wet and naked at the feet of another girl.

They'd see what she'd been all along.

That admission, that final break, pushed the pup over the edge. Eleanour saw it in the tremble of her core, the flicker of her eyes as Russet fought to keep her teeth from printing in the leather. Now that drew a smile. A wolf, a girl with teeth that could bite right through El's neck, fighting to keep herself delicate, keep herself gentle for the mercy of a doe? Nothing gave her a bigger rush.

“Exactly," she said, swinging the camera up slowly just so it could catch every last inch of Russet's figure. From the quiver in her thighs to the sweat dripping down her neck, Eleanour wanted to capture it in glass. Every girl needed something to watch at night when her friend was away.

“Nothing but a puppy. Not a wolf. Not a person. Just a pretty, empty-headed puppy for her doe," she said, letting the camera run a moment longer before she tapped it closed. Only then did Russet feel her owner's hand on her head.

“You've been such a good girl for me, Puppy," she said, watching that thin trickle of drool run down the other's chin, the leash glistening with condensed breath. “I think it's only fair my dog gets a treat, isn't it? What do good girls get?"

“Ah treash…" Russet's face burned as she slurred the word, but the way Eleanour smiled? The way she clapped her hands together? Nothing made her tail wag harder.

“See? You're smart for a puppy," she said, her hand leaving the girl's head. Scooting back, she turned to pull the pillows together, giving herself something to rest against. She patted the bed “Up."

Russet hardly needed a gilded invitation. Eleanour tugged the leash from the girl's mouth as she climbed up, following the deer's gesture to turn and lean back, her owner's chest against her spine.

“You're pretty when you're all distracted, keeping all that heat in your cheeks." Eleanour's voice was soft against her ear, almost husky. Russet could smell the strawberries she'd been eating.

“But we can't have a pup who's too needy to listen, can we?" Eleanour's arms held her around the middle, kept her snug as one slipped low. It left a trail through the fur of Russet's belly, cream-coloured fur ruffled, a furrow of shiver and velvet.

Eleanour said something, but Russet could only feel her own wanting, that tarry spill of need lurking just beneath her fur. Every press of Eleanour's hand sought to find it, sought to unzip her, let her desire leak out like oil and feathers. She was already so close, so near as her nails caught against the waistband of her panties and—

Russet squeezed her eyes shut, huffed out all the air in her lungs as slender, eager fingers slipped between cotton and fur. Her toes curled, her chest hitched, her hand found Eleanour's wrist. She drew her knee up sharp. Quick. But she didn't pull, didn't push. Only that moan rolled from her lips, wide and airy, as Eleanour's finger found wet heat.

“Not listening to a thing I say," she said, laughing in the girl's ear. “Bad puppy."

It pushed on, trailing a slight swirl through the pink it found. When Russet shuddered, when her thighs clenched and Eleanour traced that little bump, the deer's other hand pulled tighter. “That's it, that's the spot, huh?" Eleanour's smile pressed into the girl's neck, each exhale hot in Russet's fur.

Eleanour could feel every twitch, every grind, every needful jerk of the girl's hips. Panting, clutching at the bedsheets, every slow circle teased another whine out of her, pulled another moan from her chest and hung it in the air. How could El stop? How could she pull away? To have her roomate, to have a wolf mewling in her lap, dancing to the push of her fingers? It left something hot behind her ribs.

“More, Puppy?" Eleanour said, her voice as warm as raw linen. “Not how a wolf is supposed to find a deer inside her, mm?"

“Mm-mm! Not… Nnn… Nn-mm!" Russet couldn't bring herself to speak, not as she screwed her eyes shut and whined for Eleanour, tilted her chin and pushed her hips into the hand that teased.

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation. El's hand pushed deeper between Russet's thighs, the caramel of her fur parting cream. Middle and ring finger curled, and Russet's eyes snapped open. She gasped, her hand slapped into Eleanour's thigh, her fingers dug until her claws nearly pricked the other's skin, but El didn't stop.

Two fingers danced, gentle and slow they pushed and they pulled, ebbed and flowed as she teased the girl's whines out like smoke from an ember. “That's it, give in for me," she cooed in the wolf's ear, her free hand sliding up the canine's chest. The cadence never stopped, not as she squeezed the Russet's tit, massaged and kneaded with all the grace of a girl who owned her.

Russet's back arched, her eyebrows furrowed, but the pup could only chase the rise and fall of her own climax. It built with every delve of those fingers, fell with every draw back, rose with the press of Eleanour's palm against her clit. There wasn't anything the wolf could do, not as she spread her legs that little bit further, clutched at El's own like she could force the girl deeper.

“You're going to be my dog tonight, Russet, and I mean the whole night." Eleanour's voice was a breath in her Russets, a sound only she could hear. “I'm going to sit in the living room, and you're going to kneel on the floor, your nose under my skirt, kissing every time I tell you. I'm going to watch a show, going to pet your head, and let you work like a puppy should.

“And when I get hungry? I'm going to use your card, Pet. You're going to wear your harness, you're going to fetch from the nice man who brings us dinner, and you're going to eat yours from the floor between my feet." Eleanour felt Russet's shiver, felt her whole body writhe as she moaned out. “If you're a real good girl, I'll even put it in a bowl."

Every word, every fantasy flickered through Russet's mind in technicolor. She could feel the hardwood beneath her palms, feel El's hand against the leather straps, even taste sugar and salt against her tongue. There wasn't space in her head for anything else, not as Eleanour spread her open, forced her to squeeze and huff, squirm and shudder. She was already close, already so close, and…

“Cum, Puppy. Cum if you want it as bad as I do." One last huff in her ear, one last push to the knuckle.

Like lightning, that pink bliss flashed behind the wolf's eyes. One last gasp, one last groan, and the pretty wolf's mouth gaped. She arched her back, rolled her hips forward, and shuddered as electric delight cracked through her.

Eleanour smiled as she felt her girl give in, felt Russet's entire body seize with her climax. Russet's gasp filled the air, half a howl as Russet clenched her hand into a fist and dug her heel into the bed; there was nothing more satisfying than watching her pup melt, feeling the way she shifted and tensed with the relief only El could give. It was an intoxication she'd never turn away.

“That's it, that's my good girl. You've been such a good, good puppy tonight," Eleanour said softly, nuzzling the girl's cheek as she held her close. “Take a breath, Pup. Let it out for me. Good."

They stayed like that for a long, long minute, just a deer with her arms slung around a wolf, holding her as close as she could.

“How was that?" Eleanour asked, grinning as she felt Russet's slow nod. “I'm glad. Want to stay under, Puppy? I'll let you cuddle up with me on the couch."

“Please?" Russet asked, her eyes closed and her tail wagging as she smiled against El's shoulder.

“Of course, Pup. Just tell me when you feel like it, and I'll walk you to the couch."

The wolf didn't answer, only nodded as she settled into her owner's arms, and let that fantasy drift back. She could only hope whatever Eleanour ordered tonight was half as satisfying as her night so far.