Winter Wulf Chapter 2: Welcome to the Thunderdome!
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Waking up with her scent filling my senses is possibly the greatest feeling I have ever had. Her small silky body curled up against mine soothes me in such a way I feel as if the rage that once darkened my vision was all but a dream. I know this not to be true, but this human woman seems to be some sort of catalyst for my inner peace. I play with her hair some with my fingers, curling it around one of them while I watch her sleep so peacefully. That woman yesterday said it seemed as if I were made for this woman. The information that she gave us made sleep difficult for me last night, I knew this would be true for her as well so I made sure to give her something else to think about. She is still healing from her time with Lust and needs as much peaceful sleep as she can get. It is interesting to hold a conversation with someone not of pack, though if what The Baroness said is true, she could be my only true pack. What does this mean about the sacrifices the others made? I refuse to think of their lives as anything so trivial as a means to an end to get me, but if someone arranged for me to be made, then they could have just as easily facilitated my escape in some way. Dangerous thoughts so early in the morning, but my need to protect this woman has me thinking of furtive possibilities. Part of my need to protect her has been helping my burning desire to claim her as mine in the most carnal way possible. That would be the worst possible thing to do at this moment. From what I gleaned from her upper conscious thoughts while we were mind linked, she is most worried about sex between us due to a lack of preventative pregnancy measures on her part. I should probably tell her that if I were to empty my seed into her their would be no counter-measure strong enough to keep her from being impregnated if it is possible. There was a thought of something called a Condom, but from what I was able to catch, I’m dubious about its usefulness. My wanting to bury myself in her grows as her nude body nuzzles against mine, her soft curves and silky skin call to be nuzzled and teased with pleasure.
I slowly and gently make my escape from the bed and sneak across the room to prepare her shower. I hear her get up and pad into the bathroom rubbing her eyes while I am still heating up the water, she must be a lighter sleeper than I thought. I feel her chest collide with my back and those delicious breasts of hers rub against my spine, the groan she lets out tells me she is enjoying her embrace a little too much. Before I can move away she pushes me into the shower with her and against the wall. I manage to turn to face her and she lays her face against my chest with a heavy sigh. The water is warm as it washes over us, cleansing the smell of sweat and sex from our bodies. I hand her her toothbrush and begin to wash her body as she brushes her teeth slowly. Though I’m not trying to stimulate her I hear her breath quicken whenever I brush her loofa across certain area’s. While she washes the soap off of herself I manage to soap myself up and rinse as-well in the hopes of not getting too heated in the shower. I feel her hand slide around me and grasp my cock shortly after I’m done rinsing and the feeling causes me to let out a soft groan as she slides her water slicked fingers up and down my already hardened shaft. I can feel her once again press her breasts to my back as she now uses both petite hands to stroke my cock. I brace myself against the wall with both hands as she slowly speeds up her ministrations, stroking my cock with such intense focus that all I hear from her is her breath against my shoulder. The feeling of my orgasm rising has me groaning out loud and right before I climax she shifts in front of me and lets it spurt onto her front and into her mouth, drinking as much of it as she can and letting the rest be washed down her front with equal mix water and more cum. I lift her off her knee’s after she is done and she gives me a wicked smile before kissing my cheek “Go make breakfast stud, or I’m liable to get full off of just you” she says to me and before I can object she turns away to wash her body again.
Out of the shower I am able to think a bit more clearly than I had before the shower. I had thought nothing wrong with my thoughts but it seems as if my other head had started to take control shortly before I left the bed. I will have to keep myself sated to pose no danger of losing control around her. She heats my body up with just a touch. In her fridge I find more breakfast foods, though I think something simple would be best for today so I prepare us some eggs Benedict and sausage links. My mind slipping to other sausage like objects for her to stick in her mouth. The thought surprises me and makes me wonder If this is something to do with what the Baroness said or if it takes so long for Lust’s powers to ware off. Today She will have to call her work and let them know everything that has been going on and when she will be able to return to work. Most likely I will have to go with her and show her boss the reality of what happened. This is good, more time to be around her. I can feel her when she leaves the shower and comes into the main room. I glance at her through the corner of my eye to see that she is dressed in a skirt again with a complimenting blouse, this time they are both a powder blue. She must enjoy the freedom of skirts, or the innate teasing factor of them. All of them seem to reach just above her knee and that is all, easy access for sure. I put our food onto some dishware and serve it, I enjoy her look of delight immensely, almost as much as I enjoy her sounds of pleasure from eating it. I can tell just from her reactions that she doesn’t often have a well cooked meal at home. I will take a special kind of pleasure in changing that as often as possible. It isn't long till she is on the phone with her boss and he seems angry and disbelieves her claims. I expected this so I’m not surprised when she asks me to come with her to her work. I will enjoy putting this Human boss of her in his place. From his voice over the phone I could tell he took a bit of delight in my Elizabeth’s consternation.
Finally she opens up the mindlink with me and I can feel warmth and happiness slip between us both when it does. I slip a Hand around her waist as we walk down to her car. “What do you think of what the Baroness told us yesterday?” she asks me, even her mind voice soothes my ear.
“ I think that beyond needing more information on the matter, that I think she has told us the truth as she knows it so far. That it is likely that I was made for you, nothing explains our feelings towards each other developing this quickly even with Lust’s powers over us.” my thoughts cause her to frown in thought for a moment before turning into a slight grin.
“At least you cook well, I think I shall keep you. though if you start shedding during winter I’m going to have to get a new broom.” the chuckle that flows from her throat is like the warmth of a campfire against my side.
“I Promise not to shed on the furniture too much, though I don’t believe I would shed at all. My fur only ever grows out to the length it's currently at and even that much was enough to provide a small amount of comfort in arctic conditions. I doubt this city will challenge my internal thermometer much.”
She nuzzles into my side and gives me a kiss with a bit of tongue before going to the driver's seat, she starts the car as I slide into the passengers and we are off to her work. I get the feeling she is nervous about the likely coming confrontation so I clasp her hand in mine and give her fingers a kiss to help calm her down. “You’re so chastise in public Frost, I wouldn’t mind if you were a little more intimate. I’m new to the whole boyfriend thing and that’s kind of what I have decided to categorize you as, but I know a small amount of public intimacy is normal. I’m not sure how this works or even what I’m supposed to do, but it seems to have come naturally so far. I take that as a good sign.” She flashes me a brief smile before turning back to focus on the road. Traffic is light but she seems very conscious of her driving and likes to play it safe it seems.
“I can be more intimate, though I’ll assume that bending you over and eating you out in public isn’t the best idea no matter how good you taste and how hungry I might be.” The look on her face and blush to match is worth any possible retribution later.
“I was pretty brazen in the shower wasn’t I? I’m normally not like that, It’s just that whenever I see you I feel the urge to touch you. It doesn't start out naughty but I guess I’ve been so sexually repressed throughout my life that it's all coming out on you. Not that you seem to mind.” her sheepish tone and rising blush make my cock harden again. This woman drives me to hunger for her so quickly.
“No I do not mind at all, it is the same with me. It seems that whatever pulls us to each other wants us to remain close emotionally and physically.” I give her hand a squeeze out of affection but I can feel her thoughts lick mine again this time I get a slight peak letting me know how personal her next thought is.
“I think I will pick up some birth control and condoms today. I’m a virgin as you know and I’m not even sure if we can have children together, but the way we are now, it's only so long until we have actual sex.” the last word comes slowly and with a good amount of hesitation.
“From what I understand of my creation and enhancement, both would prove useless. The amount I cum would quickly overflow or burst a condom, and the amount and virility of my sperm would overwhelm any birth control’s defenses. You have only seen a small amount of what my body is capable of putting out. Since sex would end with my knot inside of you, the amount entering your body would most likely be double or triple what you have seen so far.” shock at my words echo’s throughout our minds from her. I can feel her fear start to rise before she seems to stuff it away where it won’t bother me.
“Frost, were going to end up having sex eventually. We can barely control each other as is. I came so close to bending over and begging you to take me in the shower, the only thing stopping me was the thought of getting pregnant.” those words make my cock jump in excitement and from her thoughts I can tell she noticed and is aroused by it.
“Nothing to do but hope we cannot conceive then. I cannot leave your side now Elizabeth. It would send me back into oblivion, one that I’m not sure I could escape again.Just know that even if you were to conceive I would be there. I won’t leave you. Not like your parents.”
We arrive at her work in silence as she thinks over my words. It’s a typical inner city office building, faceless and unassuming, with multiple companies occupying the same structure on different levels. She had told me she worked for a public relations agency that mostly worked for large companies and a few B list actors. As we ride the elevator up to her level, more people join us, and the stares begin. The feeling of their eyes on me make my fur crawl. I was trained to be unseen unless absolutely necessary, and to be so openly gawked at is unsettling. Elizabeth pulls me out of the elevator at her floor and luckily most people are boxed in by walls in this office. Such an impersonal place seems like a prison to me. No wonder people here smell so unhappy. I catch whispers when people notice Elizabeth and I walking towards what I assume is the boss’s office. Most are curious, though a few notice the intimacy of the way Elizabeth are holding hands and the derision in their tone is agitating. As Elizabeth knocks on the door to the office I turn to glare at the most offensive of her coworkers and watch as their spines curl and disappear, disappearing into their enclosures where they no doubt intend to be more secretive with their disgust.
I turn to look at the man who opens the door to the office and am met with the smell of a snake. His outward appearance is friendly and attractive in a neutral sort of way, not masculine but not really feminine either. He smells of expensive pheromones designed to elicit a response from the opposite sex, and his handshake with Elizabeth ends with a finger brushed against her palm, another way to manipulate the opposite sex. He speaks to her in false pleasantries and concealed glances at her more female area’s. I grin showing all my teeth when he finally looks at me and his fear scent overpowers his cologne. This man knows a stronger predator when he see’s one and backs down immediately, eyes cast down and steps away unconsciously. I wonder if Elizabeth knows this one wants to have her so much, but she is mine and He knows it. He also knows he could not take her from me and this makes him angry, so angry it eventually outweighs his fear.
“Elizabeth, I’m sure you know of our policy regarding the bringing of non-relative guests into the office. I expected someone of your work ethic to pay more attention to the regulations.” his words flow like venom, seeking to harm Elizabeth because he can no longer have her.
“Well I wouldn’t have had to bring him if you took my word for it or even let me explain the situation fully. Also considering that he is a Provisional Government employee he is allowed access to any and all sites he deems necessary when ever he wants if the situation requires it” her Cheshire like smile and calm demeanor tells me she is used to his maneuvering.
“This thing could not possibly be a government employee and will have to show me identification or I will call security and have him thrown off the premise at once. You should watch your tone and actions Elizabeth! Missing two days of work without calling in and then this behavior is making your position here tenuous.” with a sidelong glance at me he smiles as he says “and I know how much you need this job, Tarken.” he says her last name with confidence that he has her pinned.
“Actually I have the number for a man named Geralt here that if you would like to call can prove my statement. In fact I think I’ll leave discovering what sort of government employee my Boyfriend is up to you.” she stakes her claim with clear emphasis, letting him know this is personal and he should be careful in one simple word.
Her boss looks at her furiously before taking the card and slamming the door in Elizabeth’s face. She turns to me and I see her visibly deflate, she does not like being an aggressor, she prefers being able to make people like her. My Elizabeth has grown used to being only able to make people not hate her at most. It tears at my heart and I embrace her tightly nuzzling the top of her head when she buries it in my chest. “Your boss is angry for having his fantasies of you stripped from him so soundly” my thoughts bring her face up and there is some slight puzzlement on her face.
“If Jerrick wanted to get with me he would have had to lose a hundred pounds of slime and at least twenty pounds of grease.” she chuckles throatily at the accuracy of her jab.
“only twenty pounds of grease? and here I thought you had loftier standards” I turn my nose up and humph dramatically. She thumps my chest with a hand affectionately and her laugh is like a warm caress on my ears.
“Is that a Laugh from the Ice Queen? Hold the phones people! Hell’s frozen over and the Browns might win the Super Bowl!” the voice comes from down the hall, belonging to a short but stout man who looks like he tosses logs for giggles. Elizabeth’s face brightens up as an apparent friend makes his unexpected appearance.
“Warwick you troll! I thought you had today off, what has you here?” She wraps an arm around my waist and leans into me as she faces him, clearly letting him know I’m her’s and she feels safe around me. Warwick sizes me up like he would one of the logs he undoubtedly tosses and seems to come to a positive conclusion, though his unease at my appearance is obvious.
“Ya couldn’t find a man worth yer time so ya went up and got a wolf did ya? can’t tell ya I expected that but he as a good look about em. Also I’m here cause ya haven shown up to work in two days an the lassies needed someone aroun who wouldn’t sniff up their skirts if they weren't lookin.” He clasps his hands together before letting them rest on his belt and gives a smile that looks more like a grimace.
“Hard to believe the stories I been hearin bout ya lassie. Saw yer car on the highway none too worse for wear cept a busted window havin polizie all over it. Not many those electric cars on the road in this city. You’ll have to tell me what happened some time, possibly over dinner or sommat with yer new boyfriend. Fer now you might want to be off, Jerrick's not likely to take even the Governor’s excuse for you bringin such strong competition into the office.” Elizabeth’s face softens as she smiles sincerely at Warwick
“Thanks for the warning but I need to at least get this resolved, I’m likely going to be back into the office tomorrow, Jerrick doesn't like it but he’s only an assistant manager. He can’t fire me without getting approval from Paula anyways, and she won’t fire me because she knows I’m the hardest and one of the best workers here. Only person here who can take over my clients are you and you’re already up to your eyeballs in work.” Warwick humphs at her words and trods off back to his desk
“Take care lassie, try not to end up with your knickers on the floor too often.” his departing words bring a violent blush to Elizabeth’s face and she buries it once again in my chest.
After a few minutes of waiting we can here Jerrick shouting in his office even through the thick doors and windows of his office. I make a mental note to thank Geralt for his patience with me and to do something to show my gratitude, maybe get him some new drafting pencils. Elizabeth brushes her hand against my chest and nuzzles into my chest more and I can feel her contentedness from her thoughts. It makes me wish I could be like this with her at all times, but she is a strong woman who is used to her independence and if I want to keep her and not drive her off I will need to let her go every once and awhile so she can do what she wants. I peek down and am met with her clear green eyes staring into mine with a look of mild mischievousness right as her hand encloses on my bum giving it a light squeeze.
Her thoughts tickle mine “Frost, Does it hurt your tail to be stuck in those pants? If necessary we can maybe cut a hole in them or something to make it more comfortable for you.” I brush a hand down her back and lightly squeeze her ass in retaliation
“It is not terribly uncomfortable, but given some sewing implements I may be able to alter some of the clothing you have given me to be more comfortable where my extremities are concerned. Such as when you make me hard, and my cock is practically straining the seams of these pants” Our teasing is cut short when Jerrick opens the door again
“You are to report in the morning at the usual time, I will be assigning you additional duties due to your days of absence and should your friend-”
“Boyfriend Jerrick, he is my Boyfriend and his name is Frost” the interruption causes a faint tick in Jerrick’s eye but he continues with his teeth clenched.
“Should Frost ever need to come by again, please ask him to be discreet and use the stairs so that clients will not be perturbed by his presence.” with that he shuts the door again. I use the hand I have still resting on Elizabeth’s bum to direct her towards the elevator’s and hopefully out of this dreary building for the day. She squeaks somewhat and looks at me with a slight pout before acquiescing.
“I know you wanted to put him in his place again but I think we have poked the snake’s nose enough for today. Let us be off so that I can bathe you in my attention alone.” She smiles up at me as she purrs in agreement. In the car she slides over to me and catches me in a passionate and intense kiss, our tongues dance and she brushes her hands down my chest and to my pants. I decide she is not close enough and pull her over to my side of the car to sit on my lap, her knees on each side of my waist. The car is barely big enough to hold us both on one side with any bit of comfort but Elizabeth is petite and she is in need of me. I return her passion with my own and before long we are hot and sweaty. My hands slip down her back and waist, cupping her ass with a strong squeeze before lifting her skirt and feeling the silkiness of her skin on my hands. her hands are around my neck holding us together and giving her better access for when she wishes to pull away and bite or suckle at my neck or for me to do the same. My fingers slip against wet panties and I slide them over easily to give me access to were she needs my attention most. She throws her head back and groans softly as my fingers enter her slowly letting me move in to lick and nip at her collarbone. I slick two of my fingers on the juices of her lust as she gyrates against my palm, her groans getting louder and more frequent as I thrust and twist my fingers inside her warmth. “Frost!” she calls out my name as she hits her first orgasm. “Frost! Please!” She cries my name this time I can feel it from her mind. My fingers are not enough to sate her this time but it is all I can give and so I close her mouth with mine and do what I can to alleviate her need with my hands and mouth. For a time we make our desperate form of love in her car. After she passes out on my lap I move her off and make her comfortable, letting her sit in the passenger’s seat while I drive us home. Sure that she would wake to quite a shock to see me driving since she has never seen me even approach the drivers side. Unfortunately my lap does not dry before we arrive home and she is still wrung out from the many orgasms I wrung from her body to sate her in the absence of what she and I truly crave for each other.
Carrying her up to the apartment is uneventful and laying her in bed without waking her up to bury myself in her until my seed fills her belly is probably the second hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Instead I go to prepare lunch. She will need something hearty to eat after that, though she is running low on preparable foods. I may have to go out to the market while she naps. My fingers grip the fridge door as a wave of pain hits me from my cock. It's been hard since we entered the car and I’ve had no release. I will endure this for now, something to distract me from my aching loins would be incredibly welcome around now. I decide that a trip to the local supermarket is the best thing to clear my head. I make sure to leave a note for Elizabeth on the off chance she wakes before I get back. I take some cash from her wallet after getting directions off of the computer and head out the door. I made sure to change into heavier clothing, I managed to find a heavy cloak with a deep hood in Elizabeth’s closet that hides most of my features. A dark shade of blue probably indigo with strange writing all over it, it smells of old blood but it is also perfect for my needs.
Making it to the supermarket was quiet and almost no one was on the streets, what few were avoided me. They must have sensed a predator unconsciously since the smell of fear was strong on them as they passed even from across the street. I feel much better after leaving the apartment, invigorated even. Perhaps being outside is what I needed, my senses feel sharper and I feel the need for sex bleed away slowly.
Even with my sharpened senses I barely dodge the BO staff aimed for my head. Rolling backwards I come up in a defensive stance my eyes settling on the oncoming threat. A man dressed as a monkey dashes towards me his Bo staff poised for a side strike. I prepare myself for the coming attack and as it comes at me I block the strike with my arm and grab before using an arm chop to snap the BO staff in half as well as using his forward momentum to shoulder check him hard in the chest. His breath explodes from his chest as he flies back managing only barely to land on his feet. His face looks furious as he tosses aside his now broken Bo.
“That was my favorite staff you prick! I was going to go easy on a fledgling warlock but now you’ve pissed-” I cut him off with a punch to his face that sends him flying backwards into a passing garbage truck which he rebounds off of, landing in a heap on the street. As he gets up I deliver a brutal palm strike to his solar plexus, sending him airborne once again and into the side of a building, luckily I do not possess the force of power Elizabeth does with her Banshee Scream or the building would be damaged and this foe would likely already be dead. As I walk up to him calmly I adopt a defensive stance while he gets up coughing up a bit of blood.
“Never heard of a mage who used his fists like you. You some kind of upstart new villain? Well today’s just not your lucky day, because you face Sun Wukong! I will be your end!” his words are weak and his body shivers in pain. He has a lot of spirit but little training and although he did originally attack first his intentions were pure, though I’ve no idea where he got the idea I was a magic user from. I give him a Martial bow of respect before turning and continuing on my way to the supermarket. Not having Elizabeth around to speak for me is turning out to be quite troublesome. Perhaps their is something I can add to my suit to allow me to sub-vocalize my words and have them amplified to be audible.
“HEY! I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!” he comes charging at me from behind and I sidestep him easily, grabbing the neck of his costume and hauling him back and down with one hand while I drag my hood down and let loose a feral growl with all my teeth showing mere inches from his face.
“What the fuck are you?!? Holy Shit!” he yells in terror at my appearance. I pick him up like a newborn pup and bark once with all the authority and command I could muster, thinking of the drill sergeants from back then. Quivering and mewling for me to let him go I set him down and leave him to think about his decisions on attacking random passerby’s on wild assumptions. It’s about a half a block till I get to the supermarket when the world turns grey.
“Interesting that you let the lad go. What with your kind getting off on pain and misery of the sort he was puttin out. Guess you must have more power than you’re guise lets on, though I have to say dressing up as a fledgling while you’re obviously an Adept at the least is poor sport mate.” the voice is everywhere, and nowhere. I cannot locate him with my ears but I can smell him just fine. I turn to face him, and he is sitting in a chair not more than 10 feet from me. “Now those are robes I’ve not seen in a long time chap, an if they mean what I’m thinking they mean. Then I’m afraid I’ve got to take you in whether you have actually committed a crime or not. Not very heroic of me I know, but rules and rules, and the Tarken Coven must never be allowed to gain strength again. Pity too, that young girl is awful good to those animals at the shelter and now she’s gonna lose it all.” He stands and straightens his suit. His words about the young girl can only mean Elizabeth. I’ve no idea what he is talking about but instead of fighting I think the best course of action would be to try to communicate with him. As he see’s me lowering my hood he asks me. “Why are you lowering your hood?.....oh. Well then” as he takes in my appearance he is visibly surprised and a little perturbed. “I thought the kids rambling to be that of fear to be honest. Didn’t expect this to be honest. Something tells me there has been a misunderstanding on everyone’s part.”
Explaining the situation to Grey as he calls himself takes some time, but he assures me that while we are in this Grey Zone, time does not move forward as fast as it does in the real world. If not for the fact Grey keeps a small notebook on him at all times for his “Detective Work” communication would have been impossible. Information does not flow one way thankfully as he informs me that the robes I had unthinkingly put on are Fledgling Warlock robes of the old Tarken Coven. He tells me that the robes drink in pain from all sources and feed it back to the wearer in the form of increased physical power and durability. This Grey is a most interesting human. At times during our conversation he will cock his head to the side as if listening to something far off and grow quite in his tone of voice. While this happens he never loses track of the conversation. His movements and slow and deliberate, almost as if he actively thinks about each movement he makes rather than letting his hind brain manage it. The trench coat he wears makes his musculature impossible to make out, though I would guess he is an athletic build based on the way his hands and face look. When I tell him of our encounter with Jack and Baroness’s intervention he looks somewhat wistful. I get the scent of attraction when Baroness came up and I can guess the two are either involved or there is a one sided love affair going on. When asked why Jack seems to be so interested in finding Lust, Grey waves the question away simply saying that what Jack does in his free time is his business as long as he stays on the proper side of the law.
After Grey left I reversed the cloak inside out and making it to the supermarket was a lot easier. People still avoided me because I was a large male in a hooded cloak, but the smell of fear was much less prevalent. I pick up some sliced deli meats and cheeses with condiments and wheat bread to make sandwiches at home. The male at the register is somewhat shocked when he see’s what's under the hood but acts professionally enough, though I do catch a slight flash from his camera phone which draws a growl from my throat. Luckily I had paid for the food I had already since the cashier then ran straight to the back of the store to the consternation of those in line behind me. While on my way home I stop to feed a couple of stray dogs in an alley some slices of meat. They welcome one of their own and tell me of the people and dangers in their turf. I learn that the man who calls himself Sun Wukong is one of the local unregistered crime fighters. Most often he just stops muggers or thieves, but as he is unregistered he is considered a vigilante and also has to avoid police officers. In parting I give them some tips to get rid of fleas without owners to take them to the vet or take care of them and they are happy for it. On my way up the stairs I catch scent of someone near Elizabeth’s door and quietly move in to determine if they are a threat.
The woman standing at Elizabeth’s door looking frustrated is tall for a human female and wearing tight leggings that show off her well toned legs and ass with a baggy sweatshirt declaring her love for the color pink. Her hair is an assault on the color scale as it falls in cascading waves down her back almost to her bottom in every color of the rainbow. Sensing no hostile intent from her I move in to question why she is at Elizabeth's door. I Lower My hood and make sure to make some noise as I approach, though when she turns around she still screams rather loudly. Elizabeth says that when I tilt my head to the side and let my ear flop down it makes me look about as threatening as a fluffy puppy so i do so.
“Holy fucking Stalin shit!” she says after she realizes I’m not there to hurt her. “Fucking wolves in this country are turning into men now. What the fuck am I supposed to tell father about wolves living in his building.” her rapid talk in Russian is somewhat amusing since I do not think she knows I understand.
I think I will keep that between me and Elizabeth as I take out the spare notebook Grey gave me and jot down a polite greeting to her. “Hello I am Frost, Elizabeth’s boyfriend. I will be living with her for the foreseeable future. I am also in possession of a provisional Hero’s License.” She reads the note and gives me a curious look
“Hero’s License huh? So you must be pretty stand up guy right? Listen you, Elizabeth is like innocent little sister to me. You hurt her and I make sure you know the strength of Stalin’s fist up your ass ja?” she emphasizes her words with a level stare and a soldier’s posture. She must have left Russia only in the last five to ten years since her accent is still quite thick. She gives off the feel of the Russian Women’s Core, some of the nastiest guerrilla fighters Russia has in its arsenal. Most developed countries scoff at women in the military, but under the Stalin family rule, Russia has prospered into a military powerhouse only countered by the Chinese and Americans. I write her a reply slowly giving myself time to think of the proper response so as not to agitate her.
“If you would like to talk to Elizabeth about it she is sleeping inside but I can probably wake her up to vouch for my honesty. I was planning on making sandwiches for lunch and I do not see why you could not join us.” She smiles at the reply and nods her head
“Yes I would very much like to join you.” she steps aside to let me unlock the door and follows me inside slowly looking around the room. I ask her to wait in the kitchen area while I go wake up Elizabeth who is still sound asleep on the bed. As I slide into bed and nuzzle her cheek with a soft Growl. She turns over exposing her breasts and wraps her arms around me, pulling me into the bed more with her. She had gotten up since I left since I did not leave her in bed nude and as I feel her hand rub against my crotch she lets me know why “Mmmm I’ve been waiting for my big strong wolf to come home and ravish me again, though I think it's my turn to pleasure you” she manages to slip my cock out of my pants and get her mouth around it before I can alert her or stop her. With a slow whistle the landlady makes her presence known to Elizabeth and she takes my cock out of her mouth with an audible pop.
“Frost, Is there someone in our apartment?” I look from Elizabeth’s quickly reddening face to that of the landlady who has had a full view of Elizabeth’s attempted blowjob and breasts this entire time and gulp.
“Well zen,zat is biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Elizabeth knows how to catch them ja? Quite ze greeting to a lover ja? Got to say I wouldn’t mind being greeted like that eh?” a throaty laugh follows the landlords words and Elizabeth darts under the covers.
“I’m so sorry Tatia, I didn’t know you were here and umm..well..” her words slowly fall into nervous silence. From what I can see of Elizabeth’s face from her peeking out of the covers she is the reddest I’ve ever seen her from embarrassment. (“Why didn’t you let me know?”) I catch her mind voice as the link reopens.
(“I tried to but the mindlink was closed and I did not know you were naked under the covers. Though I now wish I had not invited Tatia in to disrupt whatever it is you had planned for me. Can I put my cock back in my pants now?”) Elizabeth shoots me a pointed glare but the dilation of her eyes tell me she is still quite aroused.
As I slowly stuff my cock back into my pants Tatia makes a mew of displeasure “Aww did I ruin ze fun? maybe next time I keep mouth shut and just watch ja? Haven’t seen you that happy to see a man ze entire time you have lived here. Got to say it is nice to see, in more than one way” she has a mischievous glint in her eye as she bites her lower lip and looks at Elizabeth. Though from the way she is acting she is more interested in Elizabeth than me.
“I came in because your wolf invited me in for lunch, though if sausage and taco’s are on ze menu I will gladly partake ja?” she giggles in delight as Elizabeth hides the rest of her face in the covers and groans in embarrassment.
“Tatia, even though I’m sure Frost would have no problems pleasing us both. I am not up to sharing and if that’s all you are interested in right now could you come back tomorrow for lunch so I can pretend this didn’t happen even for a day?”
Tatia laughs again and leaves the apartment “Ja but next time you give me dirty details or I make sure to drop in more often, maybe sneak into place and get action on my own ja?”
When Tatia is gone Elizabeth throws the covers aside and glares at me (“I bet you enjoyed that didn’t you?”) I smile and nod slightly before going to make our lunches. I can feel her eyes on my back watching me the entire time. Interestingly enough she makes no move to leave the bed or put on clothing. After we are done eating she lays her head in my lap and snuggles up to me.
(“Frost I want to have sex with you. No matter that I’m mad at you, my body's on fire with need for you and every time I see you or touch you it just makes it worse. I woke up with my panties soaked and a wet spot on the bed”) she moves the covers to show me the truth of her words.
(“I do not know what to say Elizabeth. I want to claim you and make you mine as well, but we know the risks. If you are willing to take them I am, but I will not take you unless you are sure.”) I brush my fingers through her hair while she thinks over my words, her lithe nude body against mine has my cock throbbing in need and she knows it since her cheek is laid against it.
She idly traces her finger up and down my thigh. (“Why do our bodies lust after each other so? Not that I mind it, being able to truly enjoy this passion that we have is amazing but I’m scared of how badly we want each other. I’ve never so much as touched a man sexually before you Frost. Yet now I cannot keep the thought of you inside me far from my mind.”)
(“We will have to endure this pain for only so long I hope. When Baroness tells us the rest of the information she has perhaps it will shed some light on what we can do about our problem. Until then we will have to make do with each others mouths and hands”) I suit words with action as I slide my fingers that had been up till this point slowly trailing down her spine into her pussy and swirling them slowly inside her. Her half yelp half moan is amusing and makes me chuckle until she claims the tip of my penis with her mouth.
(“Two can play at that game mister!”) The day burns away while we please each other. The week continues much the same, with the only exception being Elizabeth’s return to work. Her manager throws every bad assignment her way and when she comes home stressed and annoyed I give her other things to think about. Though we consistently bring each other to physical exhaustion we both still feel the urge to do more. More than once we nearly lose control, usually in the shower after waking in the morning when we are both at our sexual peak for the day.
The day of my trial arrives and as we enter the Hall of Heroes we are met first by Grey who simply tips his hat at us and guides us to the elevator where he inserts a Key that allows us to descend into the basement where they keep the training area’s. He doesn't talk while in the Elevator and hands us off to Geralt as we exit while he moves to what appears to be a viewing area for the coming spectacle. Geralt takes me and Elizabeth into a room where my Suit is on a mannequin with a petite pink haired girl with ample breasts held in check only by a sports bra and a heavily oil stained tank top. Her body is taut with muscle and the only bounce is from her bum, breasts and seemingly bubbly personality as she swishes her rump back and forth to a tune only she can hear which draws me to notice that behind the headphones she is wearing seem to be cat ears attached to a headband or something, no the cat ears are attached to the headphones. Elizabeth is oblivious to who must be Lulu as she drifts over to another corner of the room where a set of black robes with red scroll work all down them and several books are laid out seemingly for her.
“When Baroness informed me of you two’s relationship dynamics I took the liberty of pulling some of these items out of the Villain Archive. I took it up with Higher and they said that if you can promise to stay on the right side of the law, then we would be more than happy to have you two as a duo than just having Frost by himself. That is of course if you wish to use your powers for even greater good than you already are. What I am not authorized to say but am going to whether they like it or not because god dammit we need you, is that there has been more and more magical activity and Warlocks, Mages, and Witches are once again gathering in large communities to the point of becoming a near unsolvable problem for current Heroes in every large city in the United States. We need magic on our side if we are to keep them from gaining power over the common man again and there are so few Heroes who wield it that they can’t possibly be everywhere they are needed. Maven’s recent mind control of Lust just proves to us how out of control the lawless part of the magical community is. These robes belonged to your mother who you know wasn't the most willing Witch in the Tarken Coven. The books are of defensive spells only. Though some can be remade into offensive spells, they won’t be as powerful. It’s the best I could do for you. We had the robes cleansed spiritually and physically so that no corrupting power lay within them, though our people said it was remarkably clean already for someone as powerful as your mother.
Elizabeth’s fingers trace the scroll work on the robes as her face scrunches up in barely restrained sadness.“My mother was the Coven’s High Apothecary, from what I’ve read that means she mainly used her magic for healing or purification rituals. I don’t know much but I think that means she couldn’t gain power the way most believed was “Efficient” so she must have found another way.” She looks to me and there is a glint in her eyes along with unshed tears.
“Perhaps the same way my powers are charged so often. I thought it was Frost’s ambient pain but-” her look towards Geralt and his stoic face tells me he knew of this though from his unconscious foot shuffle it must be new information to him too.
(“What does this mean Elizabeth? If it is what I suspect then perhaps there is in fact a way for you to help people even more than by healing their pets. Also you could quit that job where that prick makes you miserable.”) I feel Elizabeth’s mind whir with activity and though I can only pick up surface thoughts she is running through everything she knows about us and being a witch.
“If I agree to this Geralt, I’m going to need offensive spells as well. I cannot just sit on the sidelines as a Support while Frost charges in front to get hurt without me. I know plenty of defensive spells already, enough to know I’m quite durable, but if I’m to take on the criminal magical community I can’t go out there making Frost have to attack for us both. Give me the Adeptus Codex and I will pair up with Frost and take on anyone who threatens him or this city.”
Geralt throws his hands in the air and groans in annoyance “I TOLD those political wiener's that that’s what you would need and I swear to the GODS I’ve never heard so many people collectively shit their pants!” He rubs his face with one hand and pulls out a large tome from his briefcase with the other.
Looking up and right into Elizabeth’s eyes he says “I had to go to the top for this clearance. All the way to the Department of Defense and all the bullshit that comes with it. I showed them what we are up against and all of the Intel we had on the current criminal magical community and they gave me authorization over the kicking and screaming tantrums of the Hero Council. Though only if you demanded it, otherwise we were to hope you were ignorant of its existence. Fat chance I told them and I was right wasn’t I? Have it though, study it and use it for good or I will do everything in my power to make sure no Tarken steps foot on US soil again.”
His threat washes over Elizabeth and she winces slightly, as I send her some comforting thoughts the tense moment is interrupted by Lulu as she finally notices the others in the room. “Hey Cute dog, mind if I scratch your ears?” her eyes are as big as saucers as she looks into mine her face the very definition of childish glee “Though I’d rather pet you in other places I get the feeling you and the redhead are hooked up, and I ain't no man snatcher. That being said I got your suit all geared up to your specifications. It was hard to come by the specific quality of Loricated Titanium plates for the high priority protective area’s on the chest, stomach, wrists, thighs, shoulders, head, and legs. The nano Kevlar weave was pretty easy though, We’ve got this lady that works for us that is like half spider or something, though her lady parts are definitely human if you know what I mean” her wink and nudging is somewhat comical as her speech races by as fast as she can say it.
“I made sure that the stitching was done precisely right on the extremities since you said you have retractable claws and did some personal fixes on some of the electrical equipment as well. The tracker darts and what not are all crap tech so I replaced them with some of my own designs that will work more effectively. The backwards articulation for the leg armor was a challenge but after a couple nights of pounding away at my snatch with my thinking stick I managed to solve it with a simple solution that had me banging my head against the wall, Reverse the plates! derrr! Anyways the power source you had was ok but I upgraded that as well using something another Hero gave me access to called ARC. Basically it’s a self sustaining energy source that isn't the size of a murder-ball stadium. That should make sure your built in exosuit capabilities don’t require you to change a battery every couple of hours of use. The exo suit itself was actually the only thing I didn’t improve but instead copied it down in my blueprints archives and since it doesn’t have a patent pending I filed for one under my name when I got it. Hope you don’t mind, but with its minimalist nature its super efficient and mama needs a new car.”
I wave her lack of concern away since I care not about who gets payed for the exosuit design. on my notepad I write to Lulu “Can you make one like this but to Elizabeth’s dimensions? I can’t have her running around in nothing but plain clothes and a Robe and not worry.”
Lulu reads it quickly and giving a long assessing glance to Elizabeth that makes her uncomfortable she smiles and licks her lips slightly “Oh yea, but only if I get to take her measurements myself k? And to get accurate ones she’s gonna have to be all kinds of nekkid.”
Elizabeth growls slightly at those words.“Don’t get any funny ideas girl, Frost will be with me and if you get too handsy he might take exception to that.”
I shrug at Lulu’s questioning look and let her peek at my notebook where I had written “Should be fun to watch” her laugh was not completely maniacal.
“Aw but I’m just messin with ya fire crotch. I’m more of the juicy wolf knot type than muff diver” her sultry look at me has Elizabeth growling again “That being said I already took the liberty of making you a suit as well. Kinda figured that if you had some anthropomorphic hot dog fuckin your brains out he might be a tad displeased if you weren't protected properly like.” she flicks a switch and one of the walls rotates revealing a much more petite version of my suit but equally skin tight. Imagining Elizabeth in that has my cock hardening, making me wonder if I can ask for easy access area’s to be modded in.
Geralt interrupts my fantasizing quickly though “Alright now that everything has been revealed and you have all your things, it's about time we get to the main event. You will be facing two other hopefuls in a knockout match in the arena below. Know that it is illegal to cause permanent damage if avoidable and that even if you lose that doesn't mean you won’t be able to be a licensed hero. This match is to determine how effective you are in combat as well as to see how you respond to aggressor's and unforeseen situations. Once you’re suited up just head outside and you will be led to the arena entrance.” with that both Geralt and Lulu left us both to change into our equipment.
It took some time to show Elizabeth how to do put on the suit properly though during that time I did find out that there are indeed easy access points on the suit if you know how to get at them I noted those with a concealed smile and a promise to surprise Elizabeth with them some day. All the closeness and touching involved in getting us both fully ready has us both hot with need but our minds are still focused on the coming match. When we leave the changing room we meet Baroness who wordlessly leads us to a Vertical lift into the arena. With a silent wave she sends us down and the arena is revealed to us completely.
Four separate sectors simulate four separate environments. Northwest sector is an urban environment with fabricated buildings up to ten stories tall. Northeast is a forest environment with mostly tree’s and what might be a small man made river. Southwest is an open field with nothing but grass while the Southeast is a rocky desert mountain environment with lots of deep ravines and craggy rock faces.
I share my observations and tactical thoughts with Elizabeth but she seems to be engrossed in reading the Adeptus Codex as fast as she can. I kiss her head and she hums her affection at me along with warm thoughts. I worry that her body isn't used to the suit I designed but she seems to be getting used to it quickly. As we reach the ground She puts away her tome and jumps into my arms with a light but serious kiss.
(“We got this Frost, we just have to stick together alright. Though I will trust your tactical decisions so don’t hesitate to order me around ok?”) her smiles at me and begins whispering in a foreign language, her hands start to glow a violet color as she traces runes in the air about me and herself. She explains that these will are defensive wards that will alert us to any nearby toxins or poisons in the air or ground. Her robes also apparently have reinforcement runes in them that make them much like body armor but since she cannot replicate them yet that I will have to make due with unaugmented armor. Her sudden knowledge of spells intrigues me, I get the feeling she is much more versed in how to be a Witch than she originally lets on. Though all of her knowledge seems to be about defensive spells it is still impressive as she continues casting various spells around us that have varying attributes such as an early warning system for projectiles, and even a field that detects those that might be invisible by kicking up a small cloud of dust that will latch to any invisible enemies and stick to them until they leave the field. I ask her how she has so much power stored up and she winks at me and grins.
(“So I didn’t realize it until I felt my mother’s robes but It turns out that another way to gain power for a Witch is through sexual acts. I’m guessing that what we do only gives me a fraction of what I could get if we actually had sex but I’ve been storing up all week since I haven’t been able to make a trip out to the animal shelter.”) I guess that is one mystery solved.
An intercom clicks on and Geralt’s voice booms out over the arena “In this arena two teams come together to show their worth to the Hall of Heroes and to Kingston Bay’s Hero Council. You know the rules, you know whats at stake for each of you. You have eight hours.” With that the intercom clicks off and Elizabeth and I both dash off into the Forest environment.