Boss's Girl II: The Confession
Boss's Girl: The Confession Ok. This is part two of Boss's girl. Didn't know if I was going to write it but the positive feedback was a strong motivator. Also, it is rather recommended that you read the first Boss's Girl in preparation to this one as the majority of the character descriptions are contained there. Thanks for the comments and enjoy the sequel. This story takes place in the Unreal Tournament 2003 universe. Faraleth and the Gen Mo'Kai concepts copyright their respective owners. This story contains consensual acts of sex between two females. Read only if you are of age and not offended by this material. It was the night before the Den Mothers' next match. The dorms on Purgatory were always hot and sleep was tough to get and tougher to keep. Faraleth, who had gone awfully quiet and pensive recently, tossed and turned on her bunk. Her dreams were filled with strange feelings, ones she thought she had lost long ago. The heat, and the ferocity of her throes were causing her to sweat quite profusely, and she glistened in the dim red light coming through the tiny windows. She wore her own ceremonial garb, a deep blue silk band around her chest and a matching loincloth that ran to her knees. In her mind were images of a faceless character. Female, she had smooth light gray fur, and was gently caressing Faraleth's thighs and belly. Faraleth tried to speak in her dream but for some reason, words would not come. However she did not complain, she was rather enjoying the feelings she was getting. They were quite relaxing. However what bothered her to no end was the feeling that she knew this mysterious mistress. That and that she was being far to friendly. Her dreams came to an abrupt end however, as the beep of her holo-clock sounded, rousing her from her fitful sleep. She sat up in her bunk; around her the other members of the Den Mother's awoke as well. Ambrosia, the massive juggernaut and upset at being awoken, proceeded to smash yet another holo-clock. Today was competition day, and for a change, Faraleth was not looking forward to it. She had been absent-minded all of yesterday, thoughts and confusion running throughout her head were preventing her from focusing on anything for longer than a few minutes. Thus was the same for today. As everyone else arose from bed to shower and prepare for their match, Faraleth sat there. She stared at her feet for several minutes before Ambrosia walked over, now fully armored. "Hey, you ok?" Faraleth shook her head of her stupor and looked to Ambrosia. The two had been, for lack of a better term, good acquaintances for some time after they joined the team. "Yes I'm fine. I just had a bad dream." "Hm, well it better not last. Big match today, we take on Black Legion. I want to win bad." Faraleth mustered a half a smile before she began to stare off into space again. "Ok, something bothering you. I may be slow, but I'm not stupid," Ambrosia said as she lifted Faraleth from her bunk and placed her on her feet rather easily. "No really its nothing, I'm just thinking about the match is all." "You'd better be, that's the only place a mind should be during combat. The match." "I'll see you on the map then," Faraleth stated half-heartedly. Content with that response, Ambrosia thundered out the door to the dorms, turning sideways so she could fit. As for Faraleth, she turned to the showers. When her eyes met the door, images of that night came flooding back to her in a torrent. Silvermoon, her mother, herself hiding behind the wall, it was as if Faraleth could see the whole scene again from a third person perspective. It wasn't until her memories came to the point where Silvermoon confronted her that she had a revelation. She remembered Silvermoon's smile, and the suggestive way she patted her shoulder that night. 'Does she know? What if she does? I could get kicked off the team, but... why does that seem like such a horrible option? Three weeks ago I could have cared less but... why now?' Faraleth was awash with her thoughts. "Yo," came a deep rocky voice, unmistakably Silvermoon's. "Huh?" "You going to take a shower so we can start? Or are you going to stare at it until it does a trick?" Silvermoon's humor was obvious and accentuated by a coy smile. She was already dressed in her sapphire armor. "Sorry, are we late?" Faraleth inquired. Silvermoon shook her head, "Not yet, but we will be if you don't move." Faraleth nodded and headed off to the showers. As soon as she was through the door Scarlet, also in her ruby armor, joined her daughter and the two both stared at the door to the showers. "Does she know?" Scarlet asked. "Most definitely." "But Silvermoon dear, if she knows and you are right, what about her performance in the game? I admire your choice but we cannot allow her to compete like this. She could be hurt." "I know, but it's the only way. Although I do wish she would have discovered our trysts slightly after we had gone off planet." "Very well. I only suggest we put her on defense with Valserya, at least until things are made clear. She will be safest there." Scarlet hugged her daughter and turned to leave the dorms. Silvermoon took one more look at the closed showers door and turned to follow her mother out. The only active showerhead soon turned off and an armored Faraleth stepped out. As she walked to the door to the dorms only one thing was on her mind... but it wasn't the game.... A massive explosion rocked the post were Faraleth was stationed and knocked her to the ground, a shard of stone protruding from a wound in her arm. Faraleth ripped the stone out but lay there for a few moments. Valserya, the cheetah Jar Gual, ran over to check on her. "Damnit get up! I can't stop them alone!" Faraleth rose to her feet and picked up her dropped link rifle. She looked over the wall of the castle to the numerous suspended paths that comprised the combat field of CTF-Magma. Inside an active volcano, this was the hottest map to do a capture match. The red team, Black Legion, was suited for this well however. They consisted of undead humanoids and hellish human/beast manifestations. Kept under control by only the most powerful brainwashing. They powered through the heat like a freight train. Faraleth tried to concentrate, but the thoughts in her head were too strong. An opponent approached their castle. Valserya was busy with another red team member and didn't notice. As soon as she took aim, an image of Silvermoon appeared and she hesitated. This time it turned out to be a mistake, for as soon as she shook the image of her leader, she was greeted with the painted smiley on the head of a flak shell. Her body ripped apart, limbs and green blood flew in all directions. Valserya turned to see her teammate recolor the floor just in time for her to be greeted by the same response. Faraleth saw blackness for a few seconds as her body was reconstructed from the inside out, and the painful electric shock used to reanimate her signaled she was back in the game. When she respawned however, all she heard was the base alarm indicating their flag was missing. She ran to the top of the tower after she had grabbed a lightning gun and took a look through the scope. After a few seconds she spotted the enemy flag carrier. He was an ugly bastard all right. His skin looked like clotted blood and his head looked like his brain was exposed. He had no clasps so he carried the flag in one hand and his flak cannon in the other. Faraleth fired twice, both missing by large increments. Valserya ran up to Faraleth's side and violently grabbed the rifle. Faraleth looked shocked as Valserya fired one shot, neatly landing on the flag carriers head, the high voltage lighting everything above his new stump of a neck on fire. Valserya glared at her, Faraleth could almost feel the reprimand radiating from those large cat's eyes. "Go... get it," Valserya snarled through clenched teeth, her normal voice replaced by one so cold Faraleth could have sworn she saw fog come out of her mouth. Faraleth grabbed an assault rifle and vaulted the edge, heading toward their flag; she could almost feel Valserya's eyes burning holes in her back. An announcement came indicating the blue flag had been returned, and another stating the red flag had been taken followed it soon after. "Don't even bother coming back here, go help the carrier." Faraleth looked over her shoulder at Valserya who held her lightning gun across her chest, a look of malice across her face. "Faraleth, you are needed in the volcano. Grab an ion painter and set up to cover our retreat." The voice was Mokara's, and it was garbled by yells, running magma, and a variety of gunfire. Faraleth did as she was told and crouched on the rim of the volcano, ready to target. It wasn't long before Nebri and Mokara came running through one of the tunnels leading from the red base. She took aim once again, and once more she was troubled by her thoughts. She shook them more quickly this time when her headset started blaring Mokara's cries for backup. As she refocused her aim, a cruel, malicious voice behind sounded. "No tearsss please... it's a waste of good sssuffering." She turned to see a humanoid, pale as snow with a patch of black over his right eye, fangs dripping ichor, and leather armor lined with black feathers. She didn't see much more however as she once again felt the churning pain of a flak cannon to the gut.... Faraleth walked alone down the metal hallway leading to the dorms. Her team had won, but barely. She had been unable to concentrate all match, and the looks she received from her team at the end told her she would not be a member for long. Her hoofed toes clopped down the metallic hallway and she rounded the final corner to the dorms. She expected to be greeted by the same kind of stares she got from the teams expert marksman during the game. Even though she expected it, it didn't seem to lessen the pain of all those eyes. As the door opened, every eye, every face seemed foreign to her. And they all looked like they had blood on their minds. The room was dead silent as she crossed; Ambrosia sat on her bench, the dumbbell in her hands shaking as her knuckles went white from the pressure. Sapphire glared over the top of her glasses. Valserya and Fluri simply stared at her. Worst of all however, were Mokara and Nebri. They both had wounds that were bandaged, indicating they had scored the winning point, but had taken hits in the process. Worse, was Faraleth had taken the last of the biofoam from the med lab two days ago. An itch in the back of her head made her wonder if she would even live to be discharged from the team. As she sat down in the lounge to wait, she heard the rest of the room go back to what they were doing. She let out a long sigh, relieved the eyes were no longer on her, but the swish of the dorm door told her that it wasn't over yet. Silvermoon walked in flanked by Scarlet. Faraleth looked over her shoulder to see the rest of the team shoot evil glances in her direction. As the team leaders walked over to the briefing area the rest of the room fell in behind them. Faraleth stayed put until everyone else was seated. When all eyes silently turned to her, she moved to sit down with the rest of them. Silvermoon's gravelly voice began, "Well... the Black Legion gave us more trouble than I had first expected. It was a tough fight, but we won. As usual. However, as I am sure you are ALL aware, one member of our team was not performing up to her full potential. An explanation would be appreciated Faraleth." Silvermoon shifted her gaze upon Faraleth waiting to hear. Before Faraleth could even speak however, the entire room exploded in complaints, threats to have her removed, insults, and general disdain. However, they were all sharply silenced and impressively stunned when Silvermoon growled with intensity no one had heard prior. "SILENCE!!!" Everyone stared at their leader. Silvermoon's eyes were at half-mast and she eyed the group like a predator stalking her prey. "I asked Faraleth for an explanation. Not the rest of you. Now, an explanation Faraleth." Faraleth looked at Silvermoon, mouth slightly agape, and then shifted her gaze to the floor. The room was dead silent and the seconds crept by like hours. "I... I... I don't feel comfortable explaining it here ma'am." Everyone possessed a look of equal shock and disappointment. Silvermoon nodded sagely, "I understand. Very well, meet me on the observation deck at 2200 hours. We'll talk more then. Everyone else, you are dismissed." The whole group glared at Faraleth as they made their way to the shower room. Faraleth took one more, quick look at Silvermoon. She was surprised to see her without a look of anger, or even disappointment. Silvermoon and her mother just smiled. Silvermoon then turned to her mother. "I will be in the mess hall until then mother. Please stay here and make sure the rest of the team doesn't treat her too roughly." "Yes honey. I will," Scarlet nodded. Faraleth remained seated, too fearful of her other teammates to enter the showers. Scarlet walked over and crouched beside Faraleth, placing a paw on Faraleth's hand, attempting to console her. "Everything will be okay darling, don't worry about it." "I don't think you understand. This is something I don't even understand." "You will dear, you will." Scarlet then proceeded to surprise Faraleth by giving her a light kiss on the forehead as she stood and walked over to the lounge. Faraleth stared at her, mouth slightly agape. She reached up and touched her forehead absentmindedly. After everyone else finished showering, Faraleth took hers. She leaned against the wall naked under the showerhead, the warm water relaxing her slightly. A lot was on her mind still, but hopefully she could be rid of it by tonight. It was pushing 10:00 at night as Faraleth proceeded down the hallway to the observation deck. She wore the same ceremonial garb she had on the night before. Mostly because anything else she had was far too hot to wear. The hall was rather warm, but nothing like outside. The hallway was protected by a heat shield that looked like a wave of ghastly blue light. Still it made for an excellent view. The pitch-blackness of space carried over to the ground, which ran red with rivulets of lava and fiery geysers. Other than the light from the lava, the ground was black. She opened the door to the observation deck and proceeded inside. Silvermoon was indeed there staring out the window; she wore what looked like a white strapless dress with a small hole for her fluffy tail, and sat cross-legged. Faraleth was puzzled; she had expected Silvermoon to be in her combat armor. She was alone, and the room had a huge pane of glass that allowed a dominating view of Purgatory. The room had around five large round tables, each with varying numbers of chairs and a bar that was currently closed. The room was dimly lit by the environment outside, which cast a faint red glow around the room. She walked forward to the table Silvermoon was currently seated at. There were only two chairs, one occupied by her boss, the other obviously meant for her. She sat down and Silvermoon was the first to speak. "Ok. First off lets agree to tell the truth, alright?" "Alright, but I don't think I understand." Silvermoon sighed. She seemed much older now than she did before, and much more calm and adult. "I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with the rest of the team." Faraleth listened intently, but Silvermoon continued to stare out the large window. "I told everyone on the first day that I formed this team to climb to the top. While partly true, there is a double agenda here. "My father, Daemonus, disappeared about five years ago. I know where he went. The N.E.G. (New Earth Government) drafted him into their Special Forces PHANTOM squad shortly after he defeated Xan and rose to the top singles position in the Deathmatch Tournament. They didn't give him or his family a say in it as they threatened him with our lives. "That day I promised him I would come after him and we would escape the N.E.G. controlled planets and start a new life together among the rebels. My mother and I have been training in the Tournament for just that purpose. I know to say such is treason and we can be removed from the Tournament and executed for such a statement. But you needed to hear it." "So why tell me? What's stopping me from turning you in?" Faraleth asked. "Nothing. I just wanted you to trust me is all. That and if what I think is true, you needed to know it." Silvermoon looked over at Faraleth and smiled. Faraleth had a puzzled look on her face. "Now, do you know why you are here?" Silvermoon inquired. "I think. And I must apologize for my performance today. I had..." "A lot on your mind," Silvermoon interrupted. "...I know. But I believe that is not what has had you quiet these past few days. Please, elaborate. But before you speak, remember that I trust you to be honest." Faraleth froze; she couldn't tell if her body was sweating more from nervousness or the heat. She stared at Silvermoon, who had turned to face her and rested her chin on her paws. She had a longing look in her eyes, as if she desired Faraleth to say the one thing that would make her life livable. 'Here goes.' Faraleth swallowed. "I... I have to confess. I saw you with your mother in the shower two days ago." Faraleth let out a sigh. That confession being the most difficult thing she had done in some time. "I know," Silvermoon stated flatly. Faraleth was floored. Shocked, she locked eyes with Silvermoon, her mouth hanging slightly open once again. "You knew? This whole time?" "Of course, these ears aren't just for decoration. That and you didn't do that great a job hiding it afterwards." Silvermoon blushed then and looked down at the table, "I could see the... aftermath, running down your legs." Faraleth blushed hotly and began to fidget in her chair. "Well I... uh..." Silvermoon then looked back up. "Don't worry, I have no negative thoughts on the matter. But, that is not what has been on your mind this whole time. Please, tell me. Believe it or not, I have not been able to focus as well as I used to, and I have been thinking thoughts on my own." Faraleth searched for the words she needed. Silvermoon was right, that wasn't the only thing on her mind. She still felt as if she had a burden to relieve herself of. She sat and thought for a few moments, Silvermoon not taking her eyes off her. Then it hit her... hard. "Wait... I can't be. Can I?" She looked at Silvermoon pleadingly. "What does your heart tell you?" Faraleth breathed slowly, tossing her ideas around in a tempest of thought. Finally she stopped thinking and looked deep into Silvermoon's eyes. They shone with deep amber and the reflection of the lava geysers outside gave them a certain fire that just screamed out Faraleth's answer. She knew it was true. "Yes." "Yes what?" Faraleth spoke slowly, deliberately, "Yes I am in love with you. I never thought it possible for me to feel this again. Not after the plague of my home world. But somehow, I CAN feel it again. The only thing is, I never imagined I would fall for another female." "That's the funny thing about love Faraleth, it's unbiased, unwavering, and unpredictable. And now it's my turn to confess." Silvermoon stood, her white dress waving slightly and clinging tightly to her young feminine figure. She grabbed a chair and set it down close to Faraleth. She placed a paw high up on Faraleth's thigh, to which Faraleth didn't even flinch, and took one of Faraleth's hands into her other. "I love you too Faraleth. I have since I signed you onto the team. I guess it was one of those 'at first sight' things." The two of them stayed this way, slowly moving closer to each other until their mouths were inches apart. Faraleth surprised herself when she made the first move and engaged in a deep passionate kiss with Silvermoon. The wolf type Jar Gual went wide eyed at Faraleth's sudden courage, but soon closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss with the Gen Mo'kai she loved. They continued kissing for a few moments, which were heaven for Faraleth. When they finally broke, Faraleth regained her puzzled look. "What's wrong my dear Faraleth?" "If you are in love with me, what of your mother? I thought you two were already... well, attached." Silvermoon chuckled. "No Faraleth we aren't attached. I love my mother, but we are not in love. We mate only to affirm that love, and to bring pleasure to each other. That is how we can survive each and every death we sustain in the tournament." "That's very admirable." Faraleth complemented. "Thank you. That means quite a lot coming from you." There was a pause as the two stood and engaged in a tight hug, and yet another, albeit short-lived kiss. "Silvermoon, there's something I've been wanting to do with you, ever since I started feeling this way." "Oh really? And what's that my love?" Faraleth blushed, and leaned in to whisper into Silvermoon's ear. Silvermoon then turned back to Faraleth, a broad smile on her face. "Of course. I know of just the place to do it too." The door to Silvermoon's private quarters swished open and two silhouettes blocked the light from the hallway. The two stepped in and the door swished closed. "I can't see a thing in here." The voice was Faraleth's "Just wait, let me open the window," this one belonged to Silvermoon. A soft click was heard and a pair of shutters began to rise. The room slowly filled with the red light of Purgatory's lava fields. As the shutters rose, Faraleth saw Silvermoon walk over to a dresser and begin to remove her dress. "Please my dear Faraleth, do get comfortable." Faraleth looked around, "Where is this place?" "This is my mother's and my private chamber. We opted to share one for our stay on Purgatory, but I felt early on that we needed to stay close to the team," Silvermoon paused for a moment as she finished removing her dress and placed it into the drawer. Now nude she turned to face Faraleth. "Now it is just an extra room." Faraleth looked around. The room was small, and currently had the red tint from the open window. The bed was large and looked as if it could easily fit two people. There was a small closet on her right and a sink in a recess in the wall. On her left was a tall mirror; a desk, a dresser, and a currently nude and very attractive wolf type Jar Gual. "Come now my love, you don't expect me to stand here all night do you?" Silvermoon teased. Faraleth looked down her body and began to undo the knot holding her chest strap. Now loose she discarded the garment at her feet, along with the loincloth she had around her waist. Silvermoon walked up to Faraleth and slowly ran her paws down either side of Faraleth's neck and around her shoulders, down her arms and thighs, and finally crouching to run over her long double-jointed legs. On her way back up she brought her paws together over Faraleth's belly and continued up, stopping on Faraleth's ample breasts. She fondled each one gently and gave soft slow licks to the left side of Faraleth's neck as she cocked her head to the side. Faraleth could feel Silvermoon's furred breasts pressing against her back. "You are very beautiful. I love the feel of your skin against my fur." Faraleth reached back and held Silvermoon's backside. "You know, this is the same position you were in when I saw you with your mother." "It is indeed. Now, what would you like me to do first?" Faraleth blushed, "I... I would like you to lick me, I want to feel what Scarlet felt." "Hmmmm, ok. Lie back on the bed there." Faraleth did as she was told and lay on the bed, her legs spread slightly. Silvermoon walked forward and knelt down, leaning over Faraleth's midsection and an arm on either side of Faraleth's body. She started by giving gentle kisses on Faraleth's belly and moved down slowly with each one. She reached Faraleth's clit, and was greeted by a strong aroma of feminine arousal. She then gave Faraleth a long slow lick from the back of her cunt to the front, pressing hard. Faraleth let out a loud moan. She was experiencing feelings she had only dreamt about yesterday, and they were stronger than she could have imagined. Silvermoon then went to work, slowly licking around Faraleth's clit. Every lick she gave made Faraleth moan in ecstasy. It wasn't long before her cunt started to leak her juices. Silvermoon's licks became more deliberate when she tasted Faraleth's fluids. Her tongue dove and dipped into her vagina with a skill that belied her age. Faraleth rolled her head back and forth and her chest heaved. She reached down and rubbed Silvermoon's mane, encouraging her to continue. Silvermoon's maw became awash with Faraleth's cunt juice and she began to actively swallow with every couple of licks. Faraleth was in heaven; she had never felt this kind of pleasure before, from anything. Her legs twitched involuntarily and she mouthed words of praise. But the pleasure emanating from her loins was sapping the breath from her as soon as she could get it. The heat from the room and the lovemaking made Faraleth glisten as her diaphragm heaved each breath. Silvermoon now turned to thrusting her tongue into and out of Faraleth's tunnel. Each trip bringing back more of her cunt juice. Silvermoon lavished the taste. It was strong and slightly sweet, and rather thick like honey; yet it was as smooth and slippery as any lubricant. Faraleth's moans started turning into low yells and yips, her climax approaching. Silvermoon felt the urgency of Faraleth's orgasm and showed mercy. She brought her right paw up to her maw and slathered it in Faraleth's cunt juice. She then lapped at Faraleth's tailhole, eliciting more moans from the owner. Then she positioned her tongue at Faraleth's vent and her clawed finger in the hole farther down. Faraleth looked up, or rather down her chest, and saw a mischievous look on Silvermoon's face. Without warning, Silvermoon thrust both her finger and her tongue deep into their assigned openings. Faraleth let out a loud yell and gripped her breasts, kneading them hard. Faraleth orgasmed so hard that Silvermoon felt several streams of her juice squirt into her mouth. She swallowed down as much as she could and continued to probe the spasming Gen Mo'kai slit. After a few more moments, Faraleth regained control of her body and her orgasm subsided. She lay there panting and had to wait for the spots in her eyes to clear. When she had full control of her senses, she looked down to see Silvermoon licking the girl cum from around her maw. Silvermoon reached up with one of her hands and gathered the bridges of cum in one, only to also be licked up and swallowed. Her 'cleaning' done, she crossed her arms over Faraleth's midsection and laid her head on down, smiling up at a shocked and still out of breath Faraleth. "Well? How was it?" "It... was... incredible..." Faraleth panted. "Glad to know you liked it." "Where... did you learn... to do that?" "My mother. Or should I say 'our' mother. You'll see she knows a great deal of things. Maybe, if you're good, she'll teach you a thing or two." Faraleth lay back and stared at the ceiling. She wanted so badly to give Silvermoon the same pleasure she had just received. But was too afraid she would be inadequate. "Well, perhaps we should get back to the rest of the team." Silvermoon said, rising from her resting place between Faraleth's legs. 'Don't hesitate Faraleth just tell her. You've come this far this should be cake.' "Silvermoon wait." Silvermoon turned to look at her lover. "I want to taste you as well. If that's ok?" Silvermoon got her signature broad smile once again, "Of course it is my love. To be honest, I was hoping you'd ask." Faraleth stood up, a wet spot where the previous deed had been done. Silvermoon sat down in the exact same spot, her tail wagging in anticipation. Faraleth knelt in front of Silvermoon, a look of slight uncertainty on her face. When Silvermoon opened her legs to expose her vent, Faraleth felt the nervousness returning. As soon as she felt it however, she felt a soft and slightly wet paw caress her cheek. She looked up at Silvermoon, who smiled down in the red light, her wolfen features gentle and caring, like her mothers. "It's ok, I'm not here to judge. Just do your best." Faraleth smiled up at Silvermoon, the first smile she had had since before the plague on her home world ten years back. Silvermoon slowly lay back and spread her legs for Faraleth. Her cunt was fully aroused, the lips parting to show a wet and pinkish vagina. Silvermoon was propped up on her elbows as she awaited Faraleth's first lick. Faraleth moved in slowly, her eyes transfixed by Silvermoon's flower. She arrived at her destination and took a slow, tentative lick from the base to the tip. Silvermoon let out a soft moan, "That's right, just do what you feel is natural. I'll let you know if something's wrong." Faraleth started slowly with long, timid licks. She felt Silvermoon's paw on the back of her head, reassuring her. Each lick became stronger and more confident. Soon Silvermoon was moaning audibly. It didn't take long for Faraleth to start to get creative. She began manipulating Silvermoon's folds with her tongue and dipping and diving. Her cunt was flowing her feminine juices in abundance. Faraleth soon discovered she liked the taste of Silvermoon's jism quite much and happily lapped down whatever she could get her tongue on. Her moans increased in volume and so did her movement. Silvermoon began to twitch much as Faraleth did, and she massaged her right breast while gripping the bed tightly with her left hand. Faraleth then amplified her antics by taking one of her three thick fingers and placing it at Silvermoon's entrance. She licked along it, spreading Silvermoon's juices, and slowly pressed it against her entrance. Silvermoon let out a loud gasp from the sudden intrusion and soon began her moaning again. Faraleth could feel Silvermoon's cunt gripping her finger so tightly it was as if their sole purpose was to crush it. Faraleth continued to finger fuck Silvermoon whilst licking her clit around her finger. Silvermoon began to buck her hips against Faraleth's thrusting finger and her cunt leaked juices in abundant quantity. Soon Faraleth felt Silvermoon's cunt clamp down even harder than before. From Silvermoon's maw, a growl started as a low rumble and progressed rapidly into a full-blown snarl. Faraleth's finger felt as if it had been poked into a water balloon, and with each removal, a torrent of juice ran in-between Silvermoon's legs. When Faraleth was sure Silvermoon's powerful climax was finished, she slowly withdrew her finger, taking with it a sizable amount of smooth feminine juice. She looked at her index finger, which was completely covered in the thick clear substance, then up at Silvermoon, whose tongue was lolling out and was panting heavily. When she made eye contact with her lover, she put on a little show by placing her six inch, dripping finger in her mouth and sucking as she removed it. One small string was still attached to her finger, which she quickly licked off. "Gods Faraleth... you say you've... never done this before?" "Never in my life." Silvermoon smiled weakly and lay back down to stare at the ceiling, her crotch a messy, wet, patch of matted fur. Faraleth wasn't much cleaner, her thighs and tail base still glistened as well, not to mention the amount of juice still around her mouth. Faraleth stood and made her way over to the side of the bed; where she lay down to face a smiling Silvermoon. The two stared lovingly into each others eyes, Faraleth locked on Silvermoon's gorgeous amber eyes, and Silvermoon into Faraleth's deep black orbs. The two engaged in a long kiss, swapping juices and wrestling with each other's tongues. After they finished they lay together, wrapped in each other's loving arms. "Well my love, shouldn't we get back to the rest of the team?" Faraleth asked. "Nah, they need some time to cool off. I think they overreacted today." "What about your... our mother?" "Ah, she can handle herself. She is the oldest competitor in the Tournament." "You're probably right..... Silvermoon?" "Yes Faraleth?" "I love you, more than anything else in the world." Silvermoon smiled, remembering these were her mother's words as well. "I love you too Faraleth." And the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, each with a broad smile on each other's face. Faraleth remembered this was what it was like to be happy, to have meaning. This was what it was like to be her boss's girl.