Work Text:
↠━━━━━━━━ღ◆ღ━━━━━━━━↞
Stories of the supernatural were not at all unfamiliar to Amélie.
Of course, when you base your entire profession around hunting supernatural creatures, you eventually hear a bit of everything. Stories of possession, slaughters, hysteria, ghosts, demons, vampires, unicorns—she’d heard it all.
Unfortunately, her line of work had recently become… mundane . She had her favorite species to kill, she had those she found highly tedious; she had her preferred methods and a wide arrange of tools and traps, but everything had become essentially the same to her: terribly boring .
It didn’t help that her success rate was essentially 100%, either. Years and years of practice and honing her skills have not only made her an expert with a rifle, but with a myriad of other forms of combat. She was stealthy, clever, and rarely even had to make contact with her prey in order to secure her kill—traps and long ranged eliminations often did the trick.
How monotonous .
As Amélie claimed her trophy from her most recent kill—a horn from a particularly vicious demon that had been terrorizing the local townspeople—she couldn’t help but sigh. She hoped Sombra had something at least mildly interesting for her when she got back.
She made her way back to her personal hub, that of which being a quaint little tavern. It was dingy and old and the alcohol wasn’t that great, but it was quiet, and gave her a place where she could make herself comfortable in a corner and sit with her own thoughts.
She did just that when she arrived, ordering a glass of rather mediocre wine and settling down in a booth in the far back. She pulled the demon horn from her satchel, running her fingers along the ridges, debating whether or not she should give it to her employer as proof of kill or just keep it for herself as a souvenir. It was a rather nice horn.
She couldn’t think about it for any longer, though—not when she felt someone sliding into the seats across from her. She didn’t even bother to look up.
“I don’t want another job today.”
“I think you’ll wanna hear this.”
Amélie’s eyes flicked up as she glowered at Sombra, who was donning her usual shit-eating grin. How did she realize she was here so quickly?
“I got word of a little beast in the far northwest part of the woods,” Sombra began. This tavern was their most frequent meeting spot, so Amélie supposed she couldn’t be too surprised that this was the first place Sombra showed up. That didn’t mean she was going to be enthusiastic about talking with her, though.
“Uninterested. Get someone else.”
“Let me finish, chica !” Sombra was used to dealing with Amélie’s sour attitude, and Amélie couldn’t tell if she respected her or despised her for that. Nevertheless, she motioned for Sombra to continue.
“Classic missing livestock, travelers feeling a malicious presence, blah, blah, whatever—“ Sombra leaned forward, her grin only growing as she was prepared to drop her so-called bombshell of a job.
“But get this—people say it’s a werewolf .”
Werewolf, huh? While not the most impressive of supernatural species, in the greater scope of things, they were quite rare. The turning process was uncommon and difficult, and human victims rarely survived it. Those that did were often secluded and violent, never interacting with human civilization again unless they absolutely had to. Supernatural hunters rarely took the jobs because of how much risk was typically involved.
Perhaps this was the thing she was looking for.
“…I'm listening.”
Sombra clasped her hands together in satisfaction at having Amélie hooked. “That beaten down mansion deep in the woods? People are saying that it’s using that as a current haven. The claw and bite marks left on the livestock are way too big to be from a normal wolf, not to mention the fact that the local hunting troupe has scanned the whole area for an aggressive pack and came up short.”
The idea of a werewolf hunt was very tempting, but Amélie wasn’t completely convinced. “This all sounds like speculation, and I don’t go out on made-up stories.”
Sombra snorted, dismissing Amélie with a wave of her hand. “Yeah, yeah—you’re too cool and mysterious to even think about taking a faulty hunt, I get it,” she reached into her pocket, ignoring Amélie’s displeased scowl, before sliding a hand across the table, something cupped underneath it. “Not until you see this, though.”
Sombra removed her hand, revealing part of a claw. It looked like a relatively standard wolf claw, something that might’ve broken off during a scuffle or a hunt for prey, but it was much too big to be from a normal wolf. It was sharp, intimidating—almost frightening.
Maybe Sombra wasn’t lying after all.
Amélie picked up the claw, toying with it between her fingers and confirming to herself that it was indeed real. She reached for her wine, finishing the rest of it in one go, before turning back to Sombra.
“I’ll set out tomorrow night.”
Sombra chuckled, before standing and, with a rather dramatic flare of her cloak, began to make her exit. “I knew you would.”
↠━━━━━━━━ღ◆ღ━━━━━━━━↞
Amélie stocked up on supplies more than she normally would—she didn’t know if she could rely on only her rifle this time around. If it was true that the werewolf was lingering in the abandoned manor, then she’d probably have to enter the building in order to encounter it. She thought about just trying to lure it out, but werewolves were often smarter than people gave them credit for. She doubted it would easily fall for such a trap.
She wasn’t very upset about that, though—the danger was part of the thrill for her.
So, she fashioned herself with a standard sword, as well as a knife in her pocket and one strapped around her thigh. She hung her rifle off her back, lit a lantern, and set off.
Amelie often chose to hunt at night—she found the atmosphere much more pleasant. However, this time there was an added benefit: werewolves are typically more active at night. This not only gives Amelie a better chance at finding it stalking outside of its manor, but the idea of a fight with such a beast face-to-face made her shiver with excitement. .
The trek was a decent distance. The beat-down residence was owned by a late aristocrat that had enough money to throw away to “further his connection with the natural world”, and nothing had been done with it after his passing. So, it was left to rot. The footpaths didn’t even extend into this part of the woods—the average townsperson would not dare to venture so deep into the trees.
Luckily, Amelie was not average.
As she approached, the light of her lantern illuminated the rotting wood of the manor with a gentle orange glow. It was large, but not overwhelmingly so. It was certainly the type of thing one could envision a frivolous aristocrat with too much time on their hands investing in.
Amelie took a deep breath, debating how exactly she planned to go about this now that she was here. Her logical brain was telling her to first attempt to bait the beast outside, but the part of her that longed for a challenge was eyeing the front door that was ever so slightly cracked open.
She felt no reservations as she approached the door.
Rifle in hand, she gently nudged it open, a loud creak reverberating off the walls of the interior. Much to her surprise, the inside of the manor was still somewhat nice. The furniture was in decent condition, the decor pleasant, and the interior wood marginally less rotted than what was on the outside.
Her steps were light and quiet as she stalked through the living room, as she was well aware of how sensitive the structure of such old buildings could be. One wrong move could cause any bit of the ancient wood or fixtures to fail.
She was less worried about that, though, and more worried about the loud crash she heard coming from across the house.
Her grip on her rifle tightened, but she remained steady. She waited for any sign of movement before proceeding in the direction of the noise. She tiptoed toward a door located in the back left corner of the living room, straining to see if she could hear anything else.
After only silence followed, Amelie decided she should stop beating around the bush. She pointed her rifle at the door, before delivering a powerful kick to force it open, and—
“Woah!” a rather surprised voice exclaimed. “Watch the rifle, would you?”
…What?
Amélie couldn’t help the hesitation which came over her that prevented her from instantly pulling the trigger. Her rifle fell slightly as she stood in complete and utter confusion at the sight in front of her. There was no snarling, no gnashing of teeth or the tearing of flesh by serrated claws–this little thing could barely even be considered a werewolf.
The only thing that confirmed to her that this non-threatening person actually was a werewolf was the presence of two pointed ears and a fluffy tail, which were the same color as her spiky brown hair. The person themself had a stature nowhere near what Amélie was imagining: she was lithe, small–Amélie didn’t even consider her to be capable of killing a fly, let alone attacking livestock and scaring townspeople. As her eyes trailed downwards, she couldn’t help but notice the sparse brown fur that coated the backs of her hands, or her feet that looked distinctly akin to paws. Before she could continue her analysis, her train of thought was interrupted by an annoyed huff.
“Did you come here just to stare at me, or do you have an actual reason for bursting into my house?”
Amélie couldn’t even come up with a dignified response. “You are a werewolf.”
The werewolf let out a dry chuckle. “Well, duh, ” she motioned to herself, particularly her fluffy ears and tail, “Could’ve told you that much.”
“You’re so… little ,” Amélie couldn’t stop herself from continuing to comment–this couldn’t be the same target she was sent after, could it?
The werewolf frowned in offense, placing her hands on her hips. “I don’t appreciate the insults when you’re the one that broke in here!”
Amélie stood dumbfounded for a moment more, before shaking her head and retraining her rifle on the creature in front of her. “Enough of this.”
The werewolf raised her hands in surrender, clearly also confused at the events that were transpiring. “Hang on, why me?” the werewolf argued, ears pinned back against her head. “I haven’t even done anything!”
It was Amélie’s turn to dryly chuckle, her rifle still aimed in front of her. “Dead livestock sound familiar?”
However, while Amélie was expecting a defense, a growl of defiance or a bearing of fangs, the werewolf’s arms fell and her ears drooped as she looked away in shame. “...I didn’t want to.”
Amélie once again stood completely bewildered. She didn’t want to? What kind of werewolf was she? As confused as she was, she pushed through it and kept her rifle steady.
“Excuses only work if they’re believable,” she shot back, refusing to let herself be caught off guard again.
“I’m being serious!” The little werewolf seemed genuinely upset at not being trusted, her eyebrows pulling together and mouth falling in a frown. “I just–” she sighed, struggling to find the right words, “The local hunters have totally decimated the population of deer and rabbit and all that…there’s nothing outside anymore!”
Amélie felt the tiniest twinge of guilt that she quickly swallowed down. The little werewolf was clearly incapable of doing great harm, and it seemed she didn’t enjoy doing so either. She barely even seemed to mind the fact that Amélie had broken into her house, besides a little bit of complaining.
This beast’s sob story shouldn’t affect her, though–she was a ruthless huntress, and she had been assigned a job that she planned to complete. The werewolf stood frozen, anxiously examining Amélie as the fur on her tail stood upright. She kept her rifle aimed, finger over the trigger, and–
She sighed, her shoulders sagging in defeat. She couldn’t do it.
The werewolf perked up upon seeing this, her ears pointing upwards again and her tail swishing lightly behind her. However, before she could open her mouth, Amélie turned and began walking toward the door to leave.
“Hey, wait!” The werewolf followed after her, quickly approaching her side in an attempt to grab her attention. “Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving ,” Amélie deadpanned, strapping her rifle on her back. “I have no use for staying here.”
As Amélie ignored the indignant stuttering of the woman beside her and opened the door, the two jumped back when a crack of lightning struck the ground right outside the house. Shortly after, a downpour began, the rain so heavy it obscured the view of nearly everything that Amélie could hope to see in front of her.
Wonderful .
Amélie pinched the bridge of her nose as she groaned in frustration. It didn’t help that she could feel two little brown eyes boring into the side of her head, either.
“ What ?” she spat out.
The werewolf squeaked in surprise at being caught without Amélie even looking at her, but she quickly cleared her throat and regained her composure. “Well, walking home in this storm would probably be pretty difficult,” she murmured, more to herself than to Amélie.
Amélie supposed she was right about that–this rain was brutal . While she was an expert traveler, she knew not to test the bounds of mother nature if she wishes to keep her life. Another crack of lighting punctuated her thought.
The werewolf shifted apprehensively, glancing at Amélie as she closed the door to prevent the rain from getting in.
“You could always stay here,” she quietly proposed, averting Amélie’s gaze as she looked at her questioningly. “I’ve got extra space–not like anyone else but me is using it, really.”
Does she have no survival instincts? Amélie thought to herself. It’s one thing to invite a stranger to stay at your residence, but it's another when that stranger busted into your house and pointed a rifle at your head. This werewolf’s kindness was completely baffling to Amélie.
And yet, against her better judgement, she found it strangely endearing.
She tossed the idea around in her head for a moment, although she knew that declining would be foolish. “Fine,” she huffed, “I will stay only until the storm passes.”
The little werewolf seemed absolutely overjoyed at her answer, face lighting up and tail rapidly wagging back and forth. “Lovely! I can’t wait to show you around. This place is really quite nice for being abandoned, it’s—“
And on and on the little werewolf went. Amélie followed her as she aimlessly showed her around the bottom floor of the house, showing her the various rooms and bringing to her attention the (rather empty) kitchen should she desire anything. It seemed like she never ran out of things to say, talking about the smallest details of the house to her favorite type of clothing fabric to why the declining local prey population was bad for the overall ecosystem.
As she was leading Amélie around, though, she suddenly paused in her tracks. Miraculously, she stopped talking for a moment, and turned to Amélie with a sheepish look on her face.
“Guess I probably should’ve asked for your name before I did all that talking, huh?”
Honestly, a name was the furthest thing from Amelie’s mind. She didn’t usually acquaint herself with those she was hunting—although she supposed she could no longer label this situation as such.
She didn't see much purpose in obscuring her identity— she doubted the werewolf would be capable of doing anything that could possibly put her in danger—so she simply told her “Amelie.”
“Wow,” the werewolf’s eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment, her mouth slightly hanging open in awe, “that’s an awfully pretty name.”
Amélie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Flattery will earn you no favors,” she said, hoping her tone would help to obscure the slight blush that had risen to her cheeks. She wasn’t normally affected by such comments–she was a very beautiful woman, and had no shortage of suitors and those attempting to win her heart. She’d heard every manner of compliment and flattery. Why is she so affected now, of all times?
She pushed down the thought, bringing herself back to the topic of names. Amélie might be cold, but she wasn’t completely devoid of kindness. She figures she might as well return the sentiment of asking for the little werewolf’s name.
“And you?” she questioned, realizing just how much she towered over the werewolf as she turned back to look at her.
The werewolf seemed to notice this fact too, chuckling nervously and taking an almost imperceptible step backwards. That nervousness didn’t last for long, though, as she quickly perked up upon realizing she was allowed to talk again. “Lena’s the name!”
Lena… The name was pleasant as it echoed through Amélie’s head. Before she could think any more about it, though, Lena had stuck her hand out in front of Amélie, her cheerful demeanor clearly asking for a handshake. Amélie initially recoiled, ready to decline, but when she saw how expectant and happy Lena looked, she once again couldn’t bring herself to do something that would hurt the little werewolf.
Lena's hand was warm. Amélie noticed the sparse fur covering the back of it, marveling at how soft it was. Her eyes were then drawn to the rather large claws she had on her hands–they looked quite sharp, and their hooked shape looked proficient for grabbing and trapping prey. Amélie wondered how that might feel…
She quickly derailed that train of thought and let herself observe the broken claw on Lena’s finger as their hands parted. Perhaps this was the same one Sombra had picked up earlier.
“Your claw,” she pointed, Lena’s gaze following her finger. “It is broken.”
“Oh, yeah,” Lena chuckled, nervously reaching up to scratch her head. “Nicked it on a fence when I was, uh… you know.”
Amélie hummed, walking away and approaching the large and elaborate staircase. She wasn’t able to think about saying something else before Lena appeared at her side.
“You wanna go upstairs? It’s pretty nice!” she flashed Amélie a toothy grin, her canines much more pronounced than the average person’s. Amélie felt something rush through her upon that realization, although she couldn’t quite identify what.
She couldn’t even say yes before Lena had grabbed her hand and began dragging her up the stairs, continuing to talk all about the house and how she stumbled upon it. After she was satisfied, Lena eventually led her to a guest room, gesturing for Amélie to go in.
“You can sleep here if you’d like,” Lena began, before her eyes widened in a moment of clarity and she turned away shyly. “Of course, you might not need to if the storm passes right away, but…”
Amélie couldn’t help but chuckle. The poor thing seemed so nervous about overstepping, probably due to Amélie’s rather stoic demeanor. She felt a little guilty at that–if Lena was really so kind as to offer her a place to stay, the least she could do was try to make herself a bit less intimidating.
“You seem awfully excited to house a stranger,” she remarked with a hint of affection, opening the door to step into the guest room.
Lena’s nerves seemed to dissipate at that, quickly bounding after Amélie. “Well, it's not often a werewolf gets company!”
“Even though this company tried to kill you?”
Lena just shrugged. “Well, I’m still here, aren’t I?” and she gave Amélie another grin that made her feel too warm for her own good. Amélie turned away and pretended to examine the decor in the room in order to prevent Lena from seeing the light pink that dusted her cheeks once again.
After a moment of silence, Lena’s ears perked up. “Oh! I bet the walk here was pretty long, yeah? I’ve got a shower if you want it!”
Amélie felt a little strange about showering in a stranger’s house, especially since that stranger was a werewolf, but she couldn’t deny that she did feel grimy and dirty from her journey here. The woods were not a very forgiving place, and she felt a wave of fatigue wash over her upon thinking about it.
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” she replied, and she couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her face as she saw the way Lena beamed.
“Right this way, then!”
↠━━━━━━━━ღ◆ღ━━━━━━━━↞
Lena was right–Amélie really did need a shower.
The shower was much nicer than expected for such a beaten-down manor. Amélie wondered if Lena maintained it herself, or if the piping was simply just resilient. Either way, she felt clean and content, the warm water having washed away the majority of her fatigue.
She made her away through the hallway, a towel wrapped around her figure, as she went back to the guest room she was so graciously provided. She really couldn’t wrap her head around Lena’s kindness–if it was her, no stranger that broke into her house would be left alive. Lena, on the other hand, not only brushed over the fact that she pointed a rifle at her head, but offered her a place to wait out the horrible storm. The rain still pounded outside, occasionally interrupted by booms of thunder and flashes of lightning, making Amélie think she wouldn’t be leaving this place for a long while.
However, as she was standing in the middle of the room deep in thought, she realized two things: one, she was still completely naked, and two, she didn’t lock the door–both of which were bad decisions considering she was not at all alone in the house.
“ Oh god –I’m so sorry–”
Amélie whipped around, greeted with the sight of a very embarrassed Lena. She was covering her eyes with her hands, her ears pinned back, and her tail between her legs. Whatever parts of her face Amélie could see were strikingly red. However, none of that was what Amélie was paying attention to.
What she was paying attention to was the slight bulge that she could see between Lena’s legs.
Amélie probably should’ve made an effort to cover up. Being naked in front of a stranger wasn’t exactly something she was accustomed to, and it would take little effort for her to pick up her towel again. And yet, she didn’t feel compelled to do so–quite the opposite, in fact.
Lena was still frozen with her hands over her face in the doorway, but her ears lifted slightly as she heard the sound of Amélie approaching her. Lena peeked through a slit in her fingers, only for her face to somehow grow even redder as she realized Amélie decided to not put clothes on.
Still, Lena did not make an effort to move away.
Amélie stood in quiet examination of the little werewolf, and she finally came to the internal conclusion of why all of her silly gestures and goofy smiles had made her feel so strange: she found Lena to be quite… cute . With her adorable ears and tail, cheerful attitude, and clear fascination for the woman she had walked in on naked, Amélie was not surprised that she had become encapsulated with her charm.
She couldn’t help herself–Amélie had been thinking about doing this ever since she first saw the girl’s fluffy ears. She tentatively reached her hand forward and placed it on Lena’s head, gently scratching behind one of her ears.
Lena stuttered like she was going to object, but it quickly melted into hushed whimpers as she nuzzled her head into Amélie’s hand. Her hands dropped from her face and her eyes fluttered shut as all she could do was stand there in quiet pleasure, tail beginning to lightly swish back and forth. Amélie enjoyed the feeling of her hair–it was light and fluffy, untamed and yet so soft. She felt as if she could do this for hours, and she was sure Lena shared the same sentiment.
After many pleasant moments, Amélie reluctantly pulled her hand away. As Lena opened her eyes, the two gazed at each other in peaceful silence, neither wanting to ruin the moment.
Until Amélie’s eyes unconsciously traveled downwards between Lena’s legs again, that is.
She didn’t mean to, in reality, but the fact that the little werewolf was so clearly aroused upon seeing Amélie’s form was a fact that wouldn’t leave her mind. Lena’s eyes followed hers, to which her face quickly heated up again at the realization of what Amélie was looking at.
Lena laughed sheepishly, trying to calm her own nerves. “Well, I’ll just get going then–” she quickly turned and tried to make her exit, before she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
“Stay.”
Amélie noticed the way that Lena’s eyes trailed down her body at her command, before quickly snapping back up to her face. Lena swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or where it was appropriate for her to look.
“...Stay?” she breathed out, bewildered that Amélie would make such a request. “Are you sure?”
Amélie herself was even surprised that she had asked. The cold-hearted huntress had never found herself to be easily swayed by emotions, until she met the sweet little werewolf girl that lived alone in an abandoned lodge.
“I’m sure,” she told her, her own voice becoming breathy and low. She stepped closer to Lena until she was crowding her space, the two a hair's width apart from being pressed against one another. Lena was trying to maintain her composure, although the slight movements of her tail gave her away.
Lena’s breath sped up as Amélie lightly grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to better look at her. The poor girl was completely flustered, eyes torn between looking into Amélie’s or at the pair of breasts that were now so close to her face.
Lena didn’t have to worry about it for any longer, though, not when Amélie gently tugged her up for a kiss. It was chaste at first, but Amélie quickly changed that as she pressed further into Lena, turning the kiss deep and passionate.
Lena’s hands were hovering at her sides, unsure of what to do with them, until Amélie made that decision for her by grabbing her hands and placing them on her hips. Lena let out a small moan into her mouth, both at the feeling of her skin and at her assertiveness.
Amélie cupped her face, tongue swiping over her bottom lip as a silent plea for entry. Lena quickly obliged, opening her mouth and quietly whimpering as she felt Amélie’s tongue caressing hers. The only sounds in the room were the echoes of the rain outside and the heavy panting from the two as they separated for breath (although never for long).
Amélie backed them towards the bed, only stopping when she felt the backs of her knees press against the frame. She parted from Lena, to which she received a disappointed whine that she quietly chuckled at. She guided Lena to lay down, gently pressing her legs open so that she could settle between them.
Amélie dragged her eyes over Lena, finding it quite adorable how even the smallest gestures could make the little werewolf blush. Lena averted her gaze as she once again became flustered under Amélie’s scrutiny. Amélie figured the best way to fix this was to repeat the action Lena was so fond of earlier, so she brought a hand up to once again begin scratching behind her ear.
Lena melted into her, dissolving into quiet pants as she laid in absolute bliss. Amélie could even feel her tail thumping against the bed. She really was just like a dog.
Her intentions were less than innocent, though. As Lena lay distracted, Amélie took a finger and lightly ran it along the bulge in Lena’s pants.
Lena squeaked at the motion, tensing up as she stared up at Amélie, before glancing at the offending hand between her legs. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper as Amélie did it again.
Amélie continued to fondle her, now massaging her with her whole hand. Lena was trying her hardest not to squirm, hands gripping the sheets as she lightly panted. Amélie took this as an opportunity to trail her unoccupied hand up to Lena’s mouth. She brushed her fingers over her lips, and Lena opened up for her without even being told.
“What a good girl–I didn’t even have to ask,” Amélie purred, which pulled another quiet whimper from Lena. Amélie figured that someone half-dog would enjoy such praise, and she was delighted to find out that she was correct. She lightly pressed her thumb on Lena’s tongue, rubbing at the same pace that she was between her legs. She moved to run her fingers along her teeth, paying extra attention to caressing her sharp canines.
Lena had given up on her attempt to stop squirming, her hips wiggling under Amélie’s ministrations. She pleadingly looked up at her, silently asking for more as she laved her tongue around Amélie’s fingers.
“What do you want, puppy?” she cooed. Amélie was worried she was coming on a bit too strongly with her dialogue, but the thought was quickly diminished by the pleased shiver that she felt run through Lena’s body. She removed her hand from her mouth to allow her to answer, although Lena seemed to be at a lack for words. She shyly turned her head away, before Amélie tightly gripped her chin and forced her gaze back on her.
“Use your words, dear,” she teased, enjoying the adorably guilty look on Lena’s face. Lena opened her mouth to speak, before she interrupted herself with a groan brought on by Amélie giving her a rough squeeze through her pants.
“I want…” Lena trailed off, before taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. “I want you to touch me,” she whispered, an intense blush creeping up her face as she heard the words leave her own mouth.
Amélie smiled proudly. “Good girl,” she praised her, before tugging at the hem of her pants. “Off.”
Lena shivered at the command, quickly moving to shimmy off her pants and recklessly toss them on the ground. When she looked up at Amélie expectantly, all she was met with was a raised eyebrow, which led her to shed her shirt as well.
Amélie hummed in satisfaction as she moved to straddle Lena, leaning down to cup her face and kiss her passionately once again. Amélie wasted no time before shoving her tongue into Lena’s mouth, earning herself another grateful moan. She made it her personal goal to see how many sounds she was capable of pulling from her.
Not long after, Amélie began to gently grind her hips into Lena’s. Lena bucked up into her, causing her to shakily exhale into Lena’s mouth as she felt the delicious friction. Amélie hadn’t previously considered her own arousal, but she could feel how wet she was as she dragged her pussy along the fabric of Lena’s underwear.
She tore her mouth away from Lena’s to press kisses along her jawline, lightly nipping as she traveled downwards. She stopped to suck at Lena’s pulse point, pulling a string of high-pitched whimpers from the girl writhing underneath her.
Her hands trailed up to cup Lena’s chest as she bit at her collarbone, a desperate sob coming from her at the seemingly never-ending teasing.
Amélie felt a pang of sympathy–along with the feeling of her own impatience–and so she trailed her kisses down her body, nuzzling against the light fur of Lena’s stomach before stopping at the hem of her underwear. She locked eyes with Lena as she took the hem between her teeth, causing the werewolf to sharply inhale.
Her cock sprang free as Amélie dragged the fabric down, biting her lip as she felt it slap against her own stomach. Lena assisted her in kicking the underwear off her ankles, to which after Amélie began softly kissing her way up her leg.
Lena watched her completely entranced, her body buzzing with anticipation as Amélie approached the apex of her thighs. She slowed her ascent, sucking marks into her skin as Lena squirmed in restlessness. However, just as Lena thought she was finally going to reach where she wanted her to be, Amélie switched to the other leg and began repeating her actions. Lena groaned as her head fell against the bed in frustration.
Amélie smirked against her leg, licking a long stripe up her thigh in order to pull another needy moan from the little werewolf. Just as she was about to adorn her with more marks, though–
“ Please.”
Amélie stopped her assault on Lena’s leg to observe her. She looked completely disheveled, her face red and sweaty, mouth parted slightly as she panted, and her eyes filled with so much lust that it made Amélie shudder.
Amélie figured she could be a bit meaner before giving Lena what she wants. “Good dogs beg , no?” she sadistically purred, before roughly biting into Lena’s thigh.
Lena wailed, her hips twitching slightly. “ Please!” she cried out, nearly thrashing under Amélie. “Please, I can’t take anymore–I need more, I need– ah!”
Lena interrupted herself with a loud whine as Amélie suddenly licked a stripe up her shaft, tongue flicking over the underside of her tip. Lena bucked so hard she nearly threw Amélie off when her lips closed around her.
Lena was so hard she could barely even think–she was already seeing stars, and Amélie had barely started. She threw a hand over her mouth to stifle her desperate noises as Amélie sunk down, effortlessly sucking her down to the base. Lena would be more impressed if she didn’t almost start crying as Amélie swallowed around her. It didn’t help that she was giving Lena a despicably sultry look, either, as she worked her way back up to the tip, a string of saliva connecting them as she parted.
Amélie began to pay special attention to her sensitive underside, the swiping of her tongue pulling a string of breathy whimpers from Lena as she used all her willpower to not thrust upwards. Her resolve cracked as Amélie took her back into her mouth, tongue flicking over her slit. Neither knew who the resulting moan was from as Lena nudged the back of her throat.
Amélie could feel Lena twitching in her mouth, and if her rapid, high-pitched moans were anything to go off of, she assumed she was close. She continued to roughly swallow around her, her throat like a vice around Lena’s shaft, until she quickly backed off as she felt Lena freeze up under her.
Lena whined like a dog, shaking lightly as Amélie pressed a final kiss to her tip. Before she could ask why she had stopped, Amélie swiftly moved up to climb up near Lena’s face, thighs encasing her head.
“Obedient puppies know how to lick,” Amélie told her, her own desire revealed by the breathiness of her voice. Lena just stared at her for a moment, before flashing her a determined grin.
“Guess I can’t disappoint then, yeah?”
Lena dove right in, mouthing at her with fervor. Amélie was quickly made aware of another benefit of sleeping with someone half-dog–she really knew how to use her tongue.
Amélie threw her head back with a quiet gasp as Lena dragged her tongue through her folds. She lapped at her, swallowing down her wetness with a desperation like she hadn’t drank in years. She lightly nibbled at her folds, the feeling of her canines making Amélie jerk, before moving up to focus on her clit.
Amélie typically wasn’t very loud, but she couldn’t hold back a moan at the feeling of Lena’s tongue against her swollen nub. Lena wasted no time, circling her tongue in a way that made Amélie grind against her face. She alternated between light sucking and rapid flicks, trying to judge what Amélie enjoyed the most.
Lena brought her hands up to grab Amélie’s thighs in order to pull her down further onto her face. Her breathing was limited as she was restricted to only the usage of her nose, but Lena didn’t care–not when she heard the hushed whine Amélie let out as she lightly dug her claws into her flesh.
All fears of accidentally suffocating Lena left her mind as she rapidly ground into her, her hips chasing Lena’s tongue. She doubled over when she felt Lena’s tongue circling her entrance, steadying herself with her hands. She clenched around her tongue as it pressed into her, marvelling at just how long it was. Her legs began to shake around her head as she bit her lip to try and prevent any more needy sounds from leaving her mouth.
Lena was absolutely covered in her slick, her face shiny and head dizzy as she breathed in the scent of Amélie’s arousal. She didn’t let up, though, determined to feel Amélie finish over her mouth.
Amélie took in a desperate breath before moving a hand to pet Lena’s head. Lena’s cock twitched as she felt Amélie lightly tug at her messy locks.
“ Yes –good dog, good girl, don’t you dare stop –” her grip on Lena’s hair tightened as she felt her move back up to take her clit into her mouth, tongue swiftly stroking against it as her hips bucked forward.
Amélie tensed, mouth open in a silent moan as Lena increased her pace, before her elbows gave out from under her with a loud gasp. Lena gladly gulped down her release, gently cleaning her until she felt Amélie stop shaking under her tongue.
Lena didn’t even have time to make a quip before Amélie had backed up and captured her lips in a bruising kiss, moaning at the taste of herself on the werewolf’s tongue. Lena shivers as she feels her tip wetly brush against Amélie’s stomach.
“I want you inside me,” Amélie whispered between kisses. “Can you do that, puppy?”
Lena groaned, both at the statement and at Amélie moving to suck at her neck again. “Wow, okay–yeah, I can do that,” she stuttered as Amélie sat up.
Lena was going to ask how she wanted to go about it before Amélie positioned next to her, laying on her stomach with her knees propping up her hips. She couldn’t help the way her tail began swishing at the sight.
Lena enthusiastically moved to kneel behind her, discarding her bra in the process. She didn’t think she could get anymore turned on, but that idea was quickly disproven as she saw the sultry look Amélie gave her over her shoulder.
She took a deep breath, the task of pleasuring the gorgeous woman below her quite daunting, before lining herself up with Amélie’s entrance. She rubbed her head through her folds, which quickly earned an impatient huff from Amélie, and Lena decided she shouldn’t test her luck.
Lena quietly whimpered as she sunk into her, with Amélie stifling a grunt into her arms. The slight resistance she felt made her go slowly, but Lena doubted she could’ve gone any faster without falling apart instantly anyways.
She was so warm –warm and tight and slick and Lena gripped Amélie’s hips in order to stop herself from thrusting in any further, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. She felt Amélie clench around her, pressing her hips back into Lena as a signal that it was okay for her to go on.
Amélie’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Lena thrusting into her. She was gentle, moving slowly initially, but it still sent sparks through Amélie as she felt the way she filled her. As she laid in pleasure, the feeling of Lena dragging against her inner walls pulling quiet moans from her, she couldn’t help but feel as if Lena was holding back.
“You’re allowed to speed up, dear,” she told her, using what resolve she had left to prevent her voice from wavering. She felt Lena’s hips jerk against her at the statement, groaning as it hit a deep spot within her.
“Are you sure?” Lena sounded breathless–she was using all of her effort in order to continue at the pace that she was. “I don’t–I don’t wanna be too rough.”
“I’m not made of glass,” Amélie chuckled, finding it sweet how caring Lena was being. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her hips tantalizingly. “Go ahead, puppy.”
Lena’s mouth hung open, nearly drooling. As Amélie was about to make another teasing comment on Lena’s hesitation, she was caught off guard by the sheer force that Lena thrusted into her with. She wasn’t able to stop the loud groan from leaving her mouth as she pressed her face back into her arms.
If Lena was holding back before, she certainly wasn’t now, the sound of her hips meeting Amélie’s rear almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the raging storm outside. She clenched the sheets as every thrust pressed Lena deeply into her, pleasure running down her spine every time she buried herself completely inside her.
Lena was thrusting into her with reckless abandon, claws digging deeper into her hips every time she felt Amélie clamp around her. Amélie felt a weight on her back as Lena draped herself over her, planting her hands into the bed for support. Her thrusts only sped up, only a small part of her leaving Amélie before being driven back inside. She humped her like a wild animal, and Amélie couldn’t be more pleased with this outcome.
Amélie was really having trouble staying quiet now, her moans of unabashed pleasure barely being muffled as she pressed her mouth into her arms. Lena’s thrusts were so aggressive that it pushed her into the bed, every pound of her hips sending electricity through her whole body.
Her pleasure was only amplified as she felt Lena's mouth at the back of her neck, the threat of her canines a constant and arousing threat for Amélie.
“ Bite me.”
Lena’s thrusts faltered for a moment as she made a questioning noise in Amélie’s ear. Amélie’s voice was clear, but she still wasn’t sure if she heard the request correctly.
“You heard me, puppy,” she teased, pressing her hips back into her. “Bite– mmph!”
Amélie had to muffle her near-scream as she felt Lena’s teeth dig into her flesh. Her sharp canines were certainly not just for show–the pain shot through her and caused her to buck forward, Lena’s hips quickly following. She could feel Lena lapping at her skin, most likely drinking up any blood that might have spilled out of her, and the thought only served to arouse her further.
Lena’s thrusts were growing sporadic. She was no longer talking, or even moaning, for that matter–only growling in Amélie’s ear and hitting the spot that made sparks fly behind her eyelids.
Amélie could feel pleasure coiling in her belly. She began to clench harder around Lena as she lost her ability to think. The coil in her abdomen was about to snap, when–
“Wait, wait–” Lena blurted out, taking in desperate gasps of air in an effort to still the movement of her hips. “I can’t–I have to pull out.”
Amélie herself was panting, coming down from her almost-peak as confusion crossed her face. “Why?” she questioned over her shoulder, inwardly disappointed at Lena’s words.
“I–” Lena chewed at her lip, trying to figure out how best to phrase what she wanted to say. “We’ll get stuck if I keep goin’.”
Amélie took a second of quiet consideration, wondering what Lena could possibly be talking about, until she was hit with a moment of clarity:
Ah–she can knot.
She’d heard rumors of this sexual feature of werewolves–a feature that caused the two participants to become stuck together for a period of time–but she’d never assumed any of them to be true. Who would have slept with a werewolf in order to find out? She scoffed internally at her hypocrisy as she felt Lena slowly pulling out of her.
However, as Lena exited her, Amélie quickly turned over to press her shoulders down into the bed and straddle her, hovering just above her length. Lena squeaked in surprise, eyes flicking down to stare at where they nearly joined once again. She couldn’t help the way her cock continued to throb.
“Do you want to, puppy?” Amélie purred.
Lena’s head cocked to the side in confusion, before her eyes widened in realization.
“I will let you,” Amélie began, trailing a hand down Lena’s chest to pinch at a nipple, earning herself another squeak, “But only if you beg for it.”
Lena gulped, staring up at Amélie with wide, desperate eyes. “Please–please let me knot you.”
Amélie tapped her chin in faux consideration. “Try again,” she responded, a devilish smirk on her face as she saw Lena’s ears droop.
“Please,” she whimpered, squirming under Amélie in an attempt to entice her to let her back inside, but to no avail. “I need you–I need to feel you so bad; I need to cum inside of you, please, I just– hah! ”
She cried out as Amélie sunk down on her, taking down to the base in one swift motion. Amélie ground her hips down into her as Lena began to thrust up into her, quickly resuming the brutal pace she had before.
The new angle allowed for Lena to hit even deeper inside Amélie, causing her head to fall back as she sighed in pleasure. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Lena’s hands take their place at her hips once again, the prick of her claws causing her hips to stutter.
Lena’s hands served to help pull Amélie down onto her length as she pounded into her, her possessive grip making Amélie tremble. Amélie placed her hands on Lena’s chest to steady herself, not sure she would be able to stay upright otherwise. She met Lena’s hips as she thrusted into her, eventually leaning down to roughly kiss her in order to stop a string of noises from leaving her.
Lena’s claws dug further into her as their teeth clashed, the messy kisses only being interrupted by the two moaning into each other's mouths. Amélie sucked Lena’s tongue into her mouth, causing the werewolf to buck up roughly, her cock brushing against a particularly sensitive spot inside her.
Lena growled as her eyes screwed shut, the pace of her hips becoming even more punishing–something Amélie didn’t even think she was capable of. Lena brought her hands up to Amélie’s shoulder before raking her claws down her back, Amélie falling forward as she let out a barely contained sob.
Lena’s hips soon began to thrust irregularly again as Amélie continuously clenched around her. She could feel the base of her cock beginning to swell, making it difficult to fully sheath herself inside Amélie upon every pass.
“Wanna put it inside you,” Lena panted in Amélie’s ear, whining as she continued to rapidly grind into her. “Please?”
Amélie hummed in satisfaction at hearing her beg again so sweetly, but it was cut off by a low groan at the mounting pleasure in her loins. “Yes,” she leaned forward to whisper in her ear, Lena whimpering as she bit at her earlobe. “Yes, please –”
Amélie let her own quiet beg slip from her mouth, although the absolute craving she felt for having Lena’s knot inside of her washed away any shame she may have felt.
The base of Lena’s cock continued to grow, as did the power behind her thrusts. It brushed against Amélie’s entrance with every snap of her hips, Amélie’s own hips slamming down in an effort to help the process. Amélie felt it enter her ever so slightly, then a bit more, until taking a breath and relaxing her muscles she finally allowed it to fully nestle inside her.
Both women moaned as the knot slipped inside, Lena at the feeling of Amélie clamping around her, and Amélie at how absolutely full she felt. However, Lena did not stop her thrusting–if anything, she continued with even more intensity. Her thrusts were limited by her inability to pull out, but she continued to hump into Amélie as she felt a warmth building in her lower abdomen.
Amélie too felt that familiar coil forming in her stomach, hands fisting into the sheets as the feeling got tighter and tighter. Her thighs squeezed around Lena, pussy roughly clenching around her as she was so close to the edge.
She was sent over as Lena leaned up to deliver another piercing bite to her neck.
Amélie cried out as the feeling of her orgasm hit her like a truck as she shook above the little werewolf. The feeling of Amélie spasming around her quickly sent Lena into her own orgasm, hips arching as Amélie’s pussy milked every bit of her release. Amélie trembled as she felt Lena’s warmth spill inside of her, making her feel impossibly fuller.
Amélie collapsed on top of her, Lena’s hips occasionally bucking up into her as her own climax finished. The two laid quietly, the only sounds being their mingling pants and the still ever-raging storm.
Lena nuzzled into the crook of Amélie’s shoulder, peppering her with light kisses as she gently turned them over to lay on their sides. As the two locked eyes, they began helplessly giggling at the absurdity of the situation. Amélie leaned forward to place a kiss on Lena’s forehead.
“So…” Amélie began, reaching up to scratch behind Lena’s ear, “How long will it take for us to separate?”
After a few moments of pleasured panting, Lena registered that she had been asked a question. She gave Amélie a sheepish smile in response.
“Well…I don’t quite know, if I’m being honest,” she admitted, giving Amélie a nervous chuckle as she just stared at her. “Haven’t ever counted, really.”
Amélie looked at her for a few more moments before she shook her head fondly, cupping the back of her head to pull her closer. “I suppose we’ll just have to wait.”
Lena let out a tiny yawn, nuzzling into Amélie’s chest. “No complaints about that.”
Amélie couldn’t agree more.
↠━━━━━━━━ღ◆ღ━━━━━━━━↞
“So, success?” Sombra grinned, eyes following Amélie as she took a seat in the booth across from her.
“No.”
Sombra looked shocked–there had never been a time where Amélie had failed to complete a job. “ No ? What do you mean no? ”
“I mean there were complications,” Amélie snapped back. “The target is still alive–but rest assured, the werewolf will not be causing anymore harm.”
Amélie and Lena had settled on a little arrangement–Amélie would visit Lena, preferably with some food so that she didn’t have to resort to killing more livestock, and the two would then hang around in the manor, most likely with more great sex.
Sombra’s eyes narrowed as she studied Amélie, before shrugging her shoulders and examining her nails.
“Well, can’t win 'em all, I guess,” she said, seeming like she was going to drop the topic. However, Amélie’s relief was short-lived as Sombra turned back to her with a smirk and an evil glint in her eye.
“So, is the knotting thing true, then?”
Amélie pressed her face into her hands as Sombra’s loud cackles rang out through the tavern.