A Wolf's Oath
Click. I opened the door to the room where Tier and Daphne were staying, and the lump on the bed—Tier, buried under the covers—twitched. She must have already caught my scent, because her tail was poking out from under the blanket, wagging furiously side to side. She seemed pretty damn thrilled I'd come looking for her.
"Tier."
The mound on the bed twitched again at my voice.
"Pippi."
I murmured our little signal, and Tier bolted upright in surprise, scrambling off the bed and right up to me. Her eyes darted around anxiously, but that tail of hers kept swishing away.
"Good girl."
I stroked the back of her head, and she melted into me with a happy rumble, nuzzling close. Sniff. Sniff. Watching her mark herself with my scent again stirred up a wave of lust.
"Does Pippi like me?"
I gathered her long hair and gently swept it aside, revealing her flushed nape and the deep bite mark there—like a slave's brand, my teeth marks etched into her skin.
"Y-yeah. Berg's my chief."
Out came more of that "chief" nonsense, but it was basically a love confession, right?
If a girl's confessing, a real man answers in kind.
Perfect timing—I'd just picked up some good knowledge from Daphne downstairs. Pretending to sniff her scent, I brought my face to her neck, opened wide, and sank my teeth into her nape without mercy.
"Kyaaah!!!"
I grabbed her ass hard with both hands, gnawing away at her flesh.
"Hak! Gak!"
She'd bowed her head, and for a moment, her weird moans filled my ears. Once the shock settled, she carefully tilted her head—making sure not to get in my way—and gently nibbled at my nape in return. Unlike my savage chomping, hers was soft and tentative, utterly submissive. Probably her way of reciprocating. Make me your bitch, just spare me. The plea was clear as day.
I eased off my jaw and straightened up, meeting her eyes glowing with joyful heat.
"You're mine from now on. Got it?"
"Y-yeah! Chief!"
Standing on tiptoes with a beaming smile, she licked at the spot she'd bitten on my neck. As I savored the ticklish service, I turned my head and caught her ear between my teeth, chewing lightly. Her arms tightened around me even more.
From her perspective, this constant nibbling must feel like the height of romance. Sure, I liked Tier, but I was just human. The chewy texture felt good, that's all.
So soft and squishy. Nice.
It might turn into a habit.
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"Tier, what the hell are you doing?"
Daphne's voice dripped with utter bewilderment as she pushed open the door and stepped in.
"Huh? Can't you tell? Handstand."
Thanks to Daphne, I'd finally gotten with Berg, but she could be so dense sometimes. Didn't she know about this stuff?
"N-no, I get that... but why are you doing it...?"
Ah! A flicker of her true feelings slipped out in her eyes. Tier felt a pang of guilt at Daphne's mumbling. She was Tier's benefactor, after all. Stepping up to help her friend find love... Daphne was straight out of a storybook angel.
"S-sorry, Daphne."
"It's fine. But seriously, why?"
What an angel. Daphne grinned and approached her, still handstanding by the bed.
"Actually, Berg just put his seed in me a bit ago, so that's why."
"Seed?"
"Yeah. Baby seed."
"Oh..."
Tier still felt a little embarrassed talking about it, but now she and Berg were mates, right? She couldn't be shy forever if she wanted pups.
Mom said women have to be sly to get lots of seed.
Blood rushed to her head from the inverted position, but she endured. The village aunties had taught her this—it had to work. Tier nodded, picturing the village teeming with kids.
"This makes babies come faster?"
"Yeah! The aunties told me. It's a secret?"
"O-okay... It's just wild. You, a mom."
Daphne poked Tier's exposed lower belly, her top having slipped down. Mom... The word conjured images of cute kids romping around, with smiling Tier and Berg watching over them. Start with one girl and one boy to get the hang of it, then more. A silver-haired daughter like her would be perfect. Berg had stroked her lovingly during sex, so he'd make a doting dad. A black-haired son like him. Mixed-race kids often took after the mother, right? Imagining a pup with his looks but wolf traits made her lips curl uncontrollably.
"Tier, why the grin?"
"H-huh?"
Daphne snapped her out of it. But she couldn't say that. Elves couldn't have kids—this topic would just make things awkward. Pointless.
"Just... thanks. Thanks, Daphne."
"Heehee. You're my friend!"
Daphne rubbed her cheek against Tier's upside-down belly.
Can't be helped.
Pity, but she had to straighten up and thank her properly. Tier pushed Daphne back gently, righted herself—and a massive gush of Berg's seed started leaking out.
"Ahh..."
"..."
She was only in underwear indoors, so the thick fluid trickled down her thighs. Such a waste.
"T-that's the seed?"
Daphne's ears flushed as she voiced her curiosity.
"Yeah. He just put it in."
"Whoa..."
Squatting to scoop the dripping seed back in with her fingers, Tier noticed Daphne staring blankly. The elf elders must have taught her this stuff was impure... But Tier had always known—Daphne was way too curious.
Whatever. That's Daphne for you.
Her friend's steadfast nature brought a smile. But despite the warmth, the seed kept flowing out, failing to fill her. Her ears drooped. Daphne, blaming herself for Tier standing up, panicked.
"I-it's okay! He can give more, right?"
"More?"
"Yeah! Berg seemed to really like you!"
"R-really...?"
Thinking of Berg flushed her cheeks and swished her tail. True, unlike dainty princess Daphne, he'd called her rugged body hot. Born stronger than peers, her muscles had bulked up abnormally as she grew. The village boys had teased her endlessly... until she'd beaten them all senseless. No regrets there. But deep down, she was a girl. Of course she wanted love, to be seen as pretty. She'd resigned herself long ago. Then Berg—met in Ravina City for adventurer life—got hard staring at her "unappealing" body, reeking of potent male musk that left her flustered. His playful, adoring gaze was icing. It filled a void in her chest.
Does he really think I'm pretty?
She'd felt guilty for forcing their bond to bind him, but Daphne's words sparked hope. And he'd just seeded her after accepting their union! The aunties said men only gave seed to eager bitches. Dragging away fleeing men was their daily grind. Some went months without. Reframed like that, getting seeded twice already made her lucky, despite knowing him so briefly.
"You think so too, right?"
"Y-yeah... He said my insides felt good."
"A-and you even got bite marks!"
"Ah!"
That jolted her— the sore, burn-like bite on her nape. He'd claimed her as breeding stock, loud and clear. He wouldn't have done it post-Daphne's talk without knowing. Her drooping tail whipped vigorously.
Slumping without confidence now would make her a failure as his mate.
"Heehee."
Daphne grinned, sensing her mood lift. Friends, huh? Fine. Tonight, with Daphne around, she'd share tales of that mind-blowing night. Perfect gift for her curious pal.
As the mood settled, Daphne slipped out to wash up. Birds chirped prettily at the window.
"Haa..."
Tier sniffed her sticky fingers instinctively. Berg's scent hit her nostrils and rocketed to her brain. She inhaled deeply, imprinting it. This scent's owner is my mate. The one I must love till death, by tradition. My leader, my chief.
Missing Berg already made her nose sting. She rubbed her eyes, stood, and started dressing. Today, she'd grant her friend's every wish.
"T-Tier!"
"Let's wash together. Daphne."
"W-wait! Too close. You're too close!"
"Grrr."
"Kyaa!"