Fairy and Wolf
"Wh-what happened? Tell me!"
I watched Tier's ears twitch perkily as her face flushed red, but only for a moment before she slowly opened her mouth.
"At first, we were just drinking together?"
"Yeah. Yeah."
"But... I accidentally called him 'chief'..."
"Chief? So Tier confessed first?"
"N-no!"
Tier shook her head furiously at Daphne's words. Daphne, sensing something off, tilted her head in confusion.
"For beastkin, calling someone chief doesn't mean submission?"
As far as Daphne knew, when beastkin acknowledged another as their leader, it was a declaration of submission, affection, and dependence—regardless of gender. That blind obedience to the pack leader was both their strength and weakness. The leader could even demand their lives, making beastkin packs incredibly powerful. Their ferocity, sacrificing everything for the group, terrified other races.
Daphne, who knew this well from her frequent dealings with the Frost Wolf tribe, shot Tier a questioning look. Tier mumbled excuses.
"Berg didn't even know what it meant... and I just blurted it out by mistake."
Same species or not, if it was an accident to someone ignorant of the meaning, Daphne figured it was a relief. She nodded. It must've been drunken nonsense that slipped out.
"But you like him that much?"
"..."
Tier nodded eagerly, as if there was no room for hesitation. Daphne swallowed hard.
Lucky? A mistake? She whined about it, but clearly not.
"I won't let you off the hook, so spill everything, Tier."
Seeing the gravity of the situation, Daphne soothed her. Tier glanced around nervously before diving in.
"I said it by mistake... got embarrassed and kept drinking..."
Tier twisted her body as she spoke. Daphne nodded along to every word, piecing together their drunken, sweet escapades while cooling her heated head.
"So, Berg treating you like a woman made you so happy you went into heat without realizing?"
"Yeah... probably..."
Tier, who never got attention from the opposite sex due to her constitution, had apparently fallen head over heels—body and soul—for the first guy who saw her as female.
Daphne felt sorry for her despite herself, but seeing Tier—usually so majestic—turn into a damsel from her own tale made her sigh.
"What are you gonna do?"
"..."
Tier's ears drooped at the calm question.
"Don't wolf beastkin mate for life?"
Beyond their leader-worship, beastkin had tribe-specific traits. Wolves were notoriously loyal—one partner for life. They'd bare fangs even at their chief for their mate. Not the strongest, but the worst to cross. Harm a wolf beastkin's mate, and they'd slaughter everything tied to the enemy without mercy. You had to wipe out the whole family—no survivors—or spend your life hunted.
Tier had handed over both chief and mate roles as a beastkin. She'd live for Berg alone now.
The issue? Would a human accept it?
Beastkin knew each other's ways and followed fate once bonded, but forcing that on other races? Daphne hesitated, caught between options. Tier, eyes darting anxiously, suddenly shouted.
"B-but Berg bit my nape too!"
She tilted her head to show it: neat teeth marks, red and inflamed.
"T-Tier! Aren't you embarrassed?!"
Daphne fanned her burning face and fixed Tier's hair. Even among wolf beastkin, they didn't flaunt bites like that. To Daphne, familiar with the Frost Wolves, it was shockingly bold.
"Did Berg know what that means?"
After cooling the mood, Daphne asked. Predictably, Tier shook her head.
This can't be ignored.
Heat or not, they'd coupled—and left marks. Even if Berg was the victim, he had to take responsibility.
Daphne couldn't leave Tier moping with drooped ears. She stood and changed clothes.
"Tier, wait here. I'll fix this."
"H-how?"
Daphne gently stroked Tier's head as she looked up with teary eyes.
Whether he knew or not, Tier hadn't gotten blackout drunk, and Berg had acted gentlemanly enough. Daphne was relieved her mating partner was Berg. Without him, Tier would've hooked up with some rando in her stupor. Beastkin heat was like that...
"Leave it to me! Berg seems decent—he'll understand if I explain."
"You think?"
"Yeah! Wait!"
Leaving Tier sitting like a puppy, tail wagging, Daphne headed out.
If it worked out, it'd be great for the party too. She prayed to the World Tree for success.
Screeeeech.
The wooden door swung open on rusty hinges, groaning horribly without even WD-40.
'Fucking primitive as hell.'
I'd just scouted Ravina city again for decent gear, but crap like this inn's hinges left me disappointed. Quality stuff apparently wasn't for sale—you had to raid the Tower. Potions aside, gear meant dungeon crawling.
Shaking off the thought, Tier popped into my head.
'Has she sobered up...?'
I sighed. Yesterday, we'd gone at it doggy-style nonstop. If I hadn't remembered the Tower climb, we'd still be going...
I'd passed out beside her exhausted collapse, waking to her dazed eyes. Tier, trembling unlike her drunken boldness, couldn't speak or stand straight—fawn-like, stumbling from the rough handling. I dressed her and dropped her with Daphne. Last I saw.
'Hope I didn't fuck up...'
Sighing into the inn hall, I spotted Daphne—blonde hair elegantly pinned—sitting demurely.
She'd been waiting; spotting me, she beamed and waved.
"Berg! Over here."
Her smile said Tier was fine. I headed to her table.
"What's up?"
"I had something to tell you, so I waited."
Boldly seeking me out, but now twisting her hands, peeking at my face as she spoke.
"About Tier?"
She flinched at the name but nodded with a smile.
"Yeah."
I sat across from her stroking her glass, nodding for her to go on.
"Do you know about wolf beastkin traits, Berg?"
My heart raced at another game lore detail unfindable in guides—realized in this world.
'What's it this time?'
Silent, I waited. She sipped her ordered fruit juice and began.
"Um... wolf beastkin love only one person their whole life."
"..."
"They're famous for it—devoted to one mate forever..."
She'd heard everything from Tier. Fingertapping the table, I gathered my thoughts.
"If you're going this far, it includes more than words, right?"
I hinted slyly at sex. Daphne's long ears flushed red.
"Yes..."
Simple: take responsibility for Tier.
'She's mine anyway?'
Tier was my house pup now. Just pondering the fun dynamic when Daphne, sensing unease, rushed on.
"And for wolf beastkin, leaving bite marks is a huge deal!"
Caught off-guard by the topic.
'How'd she know? Wait, it's just a bite.'
Unlike my casual take, Daphne blushed to her ears, glanced around, and whispered.
"A light bite is a love confession, but deep enough for marks..."
"Biting?"
"It..."
"..."
She hesitated like steeling herself, checked around again, leaned in, and murmured.
"Means claiming them as your breeding bitch..."
Eyes squeezed shut, she spilled the truth. Yesterday, with cum leaking everywhere, I'd chomped her nape mercilessly. It was probably branded now.
'So that's pussy-ownership?'
Crystal clear—my dick swelled grandly.
Daphne watched me with trembling eyes post-explanation, face etched with fear of rejection.
Honestly, breeder or whatever, no complaints from me. But her pouncing led to mutual fault via the mark—public couple status with Tier felt awkward. I'd been plotting sneaky NTR angles around Leon...
'No choice.'
Best plans adapt on the fly. I nodded and stood.
"Tier's in the room?"
Seeing my smile, Daphne brightened, expecting good news.
"Yes!"
"I'll head up."
Handing her my room key lest things reignite, her puzzled-then-blushing face made my lips curl.
'Hornier than she looks.'
Her vivid imagination was cute.