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"Good girl," Mostima whispers, nibbling on the tip of your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. She can't help the cruel smile that plays across her lips at how docile you've become, a far cry from the arrogant, brash lupo that knocked on Penguin Logistics' door this morning demanding to see Texas. Though even if you are her sister, Texas would never let Mostima be so in control. There was no question about it, she was enjoying this immensely. "I told you I know a thing or two about taming feral wolves."
Her words punctuate with a curl of her fingers, drawing a cute little moan from your lungs as she toys with you. Your hips twitch with every thrust of her fingers, every move of her hand. She's long since found every sensitive part of your body, making it a breeze to get you to melt into the palm of her hand. Mostima sees everything from the way you lie across her thighs, from the twitch of your ears at the subtle vibration of her words to the shivers that run up your spine when her fingers brush against that one spot.
Another desperate whine breaks the rhythmic sounds, just barely escaping past the fingers currently idling with your tongue. While her left hand works it's repetitive motions that are slowly driving you insane, her right has been playing with your mouth in much the same manner. It wouldn't be any fun if you kept such sweet sounds to yourself, after all.
"Obedient little thing, aren't you?" Mostima purrs, gently withdrawing her fingers from your mouth.
She doesn't expect an answer from you, not with the state you're in. No, instead of waiting for you to gather enough presence of mind to do so much as nod, she pushes a third finger into you and shatters whatever thoughts you might have had. A long, slutty, keening moan spills from your lips as your hips and tail twitch erratically. With her now free hand, Mostima cradles your jaw, her thumb gently brushing against your cheek a few times before pushing into your mouth.
"Look at me," she commands in a low voice. It's not forceful, it's authoritative. "You want to be a good girl, right?"
Your mind barely registers her words, yet instinctively you follow her voice to the best of your ability, a fact that only serves to delight Mostima further. Her hand guiding your head only serves to further incentivize obedience, making it abundantly clear you never had the option to do anything else.
Mostima's fingers slow momentarily, utterly entranced by the resemblance between you and Texas and seeing those features contorted in unrelenting, unending pleasure. She can't help staring at such blatant debauchery, to gaze in both sadistic pride and erotic excitement at the beautiful sight before her. If her hands weren't currently full she'd snap a picture, something to think about in advance next time.
Your expression is one of complete overstimulation and submission. An expression that amps up Mostima's desire to utterly ruin you. To tame you, make the ferocious wolf of Siracusa nothing more than her adorable little puppy. Tear streaks fall from eyes fogged over with lust and pleasure, unable to make sense of the world outside of Mostima. Your lupine ears twitch with every sound that reaches them, perhaps listening for Mostima's voice or listening to the wet, rhythmic sounds of her fingers pumping in and out. A thin line of drool has formed from the corner of your mouth as her thumb toys with your tongue as though you're worshiping it, utterly eclipsed by the downright filthy moans and whines that flow free. A shiver runs up your spine with every single twitch and flex of her fingers, and your hips buck with every thrust. It's abundantly clear that whatever limit you had was passed a while ago, leaving you barely holding on to consciousness.
Her face heats up at the sight, and the tip of her tail flicks in excitement as it constricts around your wrists to prevent escape or disobedience. The arousal that pools in the pit of her stomach only serves to intensify the burning desire to utterly dominate and own you. You're already so pliant, surely it wouldn't be that hard to make you docile and obedient the rest of the time.
It took less than an hour for her to reduce you to this, to take the proud scion of the Texas family and completely ruin her. To turn you from a scary famiglia heiress into an obedient little wolf pup. Less than an hour for her at least, for you it's been several hours of being drowned in constant pleasure. Several hours of her turning your brain to mush with only her fingers and honeyed voice.
Mostima finally lets the Arte drop, mercifully returning your sense of time to normal as she not so mercilessly commits all of her focus to drawing one more, all consuming orgasm out of you. What before was a rather lazy, constant rhythm of her fingers that just occasionally found all the spots that make your spine curl and thoughts go fuzzy is now intensely and relentlessly pushing you to whatever your breaking point is. Her fingers twist and scissor inside you while her fingers fuck you so, so much faster than before to deliberately brush against as many sensitive spots as she can.
She watches your expression twist from one of mindless pleasure to intense lust, yet still lacking in the mental capacity to do much more that gasp and moan. Your eyes start to roll back as they did with your first orgasm, still cloudy as before. Mostima's hand slips around from under your chin to the back of your head, gently scratching behind your ears which only serves to further overstimulate you. Your voice comes out in broken moans and gasps for any oxygen you can get, the next one starting before the one before it could end. Her tail which had bound your wrists slackens, then soon releases them entirely as your arms give out completely and you fall headlong into Mostima's grasp. She carefully shifts your weight, lifting your ass higher while her other hand lays your head next to her thigh.
You rock your hips desperately trying to match the rhythm of Mostima's fingers and coming up drastically short but subconsciously chasing that high all the same. Your ears and tail flick erratically, only made worse by her constant toying with them. She can see the way your body copes with the pleasure. The way your toes curl and your spine bends. The way your legs spasm. That familiar heat that's been coiling in your stomach is now a raging inferno, set to snap at any moment, and yet something is holding it back.
"Go ahead my little wolf," Mostima murmurs, just barely audible over your half muffled cries of ecstasy, "Break."
As if waiting for her command, that tightly wound flame snaps.
Without so much as a moment passing, the dam breaks and unimaginable pleasure washes over you, tearing the loudest and most satisfied moan Mostima's ever heard from your throat. Ecstasy beyond reckoning assails every single one of your senses, leaving your already overloaded mind to hopelessly try and process it all. She can feel the way your body clenches and flutters around her fingers, causing some more resistance and yet she continues on like nothing happened. The tension that had built throughout your body leaves in waves, resulting in a series of violent tremors and aftershocks that leave your hips twitching and back spasming. Mostima doesn't slow her movements until its clear your orgasm is dying down, though she makes sure to prolong it as long as she can, until finally she stops.
Only once the tremors end does Mostima regard you, unsurprised to see you've passed out. She slowly withdraws her fingers, making sure to gently scratch your ears to try and counteract the sensation of her fingers dragging against your walls. Even still a jolt runs down your spine as she hits that spot again, perhaps intentionally. Her fingers naturally come away sticky and wet, still connected to your dripping pussy by a few strands of slick, the sight of which only adds to Mostima's own arousal.
Mostima's thoughts move quickly, cleaning your slick off of her hand with her tongue. With practiced movements, she grabs her phone from where it sits on the nightstand with her tail and navigates to the calendar app. Her eyes flit all across the schedule, creating a timeline for the company's current jobs. Surely obedience won't stick with just one training session, not for a proud lupo like you. In fact, it's quite possible you'll be very difficult when you finally regain your senses, so more training will be in order. Fortunately, it seems she has time.