Wolven Den

I pull the covers up, and snuggle her closer. We need rest. I need rest. My lips brush her forehead. We sleep.
 
*A note slides underneath the door. The quick padding of paws is hearable outside of the Den, but when one would look outside, there is nobody around. The sender must've already disappeared into the darkness.

The note is written in a very familiar marine-blue ink with long curly letters and sharp corners, carrying the musky scent of wolf with it*

My sweet Wolfling.

It has been a while since I had to leave for the forests, and I'm sorry I haven't been able to stay in touch. I know there is much that we need to catch up on, and I promise you that that time will come.
I don't know when I can visit again, since my task in the forest isn't done yet.

I hope you're safe and keep the joy in your life.

May the spirits of our ancestors watch over you.

Niri
 
*soft little giggles escape her lips as she makes her way to the den. Deliberately stopping just short of the entrance, she pulls out a small basket of Easter eggs, all carefully wrapped. With a playful giggle, she begins to carefully hide 12 eggs amongst the bushes, grass and trees that surround the den.

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Once complete, she stops only to wonder if the Wolf likes a good hunt...or if her little game would be found out.

Surely she wouldn't know it was me...

Before she can change her mind she sneaks back to her cottage just as quietly as she came....*
 
Awakening from my slumber, I catch the scent of a long missed wolf sis. Pulling on a black satin robe, I pad from the play room to the main room where I spy a note, which had been pushed under the door. Picking it up, I inhale her scent~trees and fur and amber musk before I open it to read. A single tear blots the paper but I am smiling. It is good to know she is safe and well.

Just as I am about to return to my bed, I hear the wicked little giggle of a pretty, Shy one. I open the door and catch her scent~vanilla, a hint of jasmine, maybe lily of the valley. I see a brightly painted easter egg, hidden just by the bush. She has left me a hunt. Quickly, I gather up the eggs from the various hiding places, my mouth curving up further and further with each new discovery. I am going to have to return the favor, but it will be my way. With a wicked laugh, I return to my Den and shut the door.

I love the holidays.
 
I stand outside the door to her Den, my hands caressing the soft heart at my throat before gently removing my cloak and hanging it off to the side, leaving me bare but for my collar and cuffs. My hands tremble...'come prepared' she had said and I nervously wonder what I am to expect. I knock once before entering, dropping immediately to my knees, back straight, eyes down, hands resting on my thighs and wait.
 
I come from my play room and watch her as she kneels there, just inside the entrance. I am debating what toys to use, what ways to play but her yielding body calls me forward. Left hand reaches out to yank her hair, right hand smacks her face~once, sharply.

Up on your feet, sweet red one. You owe me...time and blood. I plan on getting full measure. Go through the door to the play room. Once there, lean over the padded spanking bench, placing your hands on the legs. I will join you shortly.
 
I gasp loudly, pain flaring in my scalp and my face. My eyes water as the heat burns in my cheek, but I look up to find her beautiful eyes. I rise quickly, trembling softly.

Yes, M...Miss Luna.

I move away from her towards the door, immediately missing her warmth. When I enter the play room, the past comes flooding back and my body begins to react. I find the bench and take a deep breath before leaning over, my hands on the legs, wondering how long she will have me wait. As I stare down at the floor, I realize just how exposed I am, blushing deeply even as my arousal begins to coat my sex.
 
I have been busy. My hands are filled with things. An egg, a quirt, a wooden paddle, a leather belt. I know that the other things I require are in my toy box but it will be a long while before I allow her a chance to rest. She owes me.

Stepping inside, I see her body draped bonelessly over the bench. Her hands grip the legs, her butt rides high in the air. I pad closer and drop the toys in her line of sight, allowing them to fall where they may. One hand snakes out to scratch her pale back, raising welts.


Spread your legs farther apart, sweet one. I need to anchor you. While I am doing so, decide if you need a safe word. If you do, tell me when I finish.

I move to the toy box and pull out my harness and a jelly toy. I also grab cuffs and ankle bindings. I do not want her to move. Throwing the harness on the bed, I return to her side, hooking each cuff to a leg and then her wrists. Her ankles are tied with delicate knots to the other side. She is now ready.
 
I shift against the bench, thankful for the padding as I wait. Tensing, I sense her enter before relaxing once more. My eyes take in the items, passing over the egg and paddle before resting on the belt for a moment as I grin. When I see the quirt, I start to tremble, my breath coming fast. It takes my hands on the legs to keep from moving as the pain hits, threatening to arch my back.

I comply quickly, a soft wet sound is heard as my legs spread wide. My lip pulls in, teeth scraping as I try to decide. I hear her moving around, fear and excitement warring within me. Of course, I pull on the restraints, testing their strength and finding myself perfectly immobile. When she stops moving, I take a shuddering breath.

If you won't scar me, m..Miss Luna...I would like to pass on the safe word. I am yours tonight to do with as you please.
 
I walk around the bench and drop to my knees before her. My right hand reaches for her hair and twines through it, yanking her head up so that I can softly kiss her mouth. I know that she understands me and I relish the trust she is giving me. No safe word means that I have to monitor myself. I have to watch both of us. I can do it but it makes me feel better to know that she also believes I can do it. I release her hair and allow her head to resume it's previous position.

Tonight is a punishment and a homecoming, pretty red one. You go away so long. You tell me you will write in our thread but you don't. You show up once in a blue moon. Because I have missed your presence, because you are not mine...I won't scar you.

My voice is low, a feral growl...

But I will hurt you.

With that, I stand up and pull a small clip from my pocket. Fingers spread her wet nether lips apart and I attach the little spring loaded thing to her hood, tightening it fiercely.

Ready?
 
I groan softly, my head lifting as she wishes and I savor the kiss, wishing it would last forever. Her lips leave me too early and I whimper, straining to keep her touch. I lick my lips, still tasting her and longing for more. My head drops down and I miss her face already.

Jumping at her words, I strain to turn my head and see her, but my view is blocked by long strawberry blonde hair. I want to plead my case, tell her why but I know it will not matter. It was for me to make the time, however impossible it seemed. I whimper softly, almost wishing for one scar but knowing I can't. Fear takes my breath, chills running down my exposed back at the sound of her growl, her soft words and I know I will feel it all.

I cry out at the pain, at bit shocked at the suddenness as I tense once more. A shaking breath releases and I clench my fists before answering.

Yes, Miss Luna. No more needs to be said so I grit my teeth, praying I don't scream too loud.
 
Good. You will not scream. You will not make a single solitary noise. You will not shift your hips. You will be silent, you will be still. If you aren't? I will make it worse for you.

The egg first. I insert the silvery shape and tie a scarf around her waist, tugging the trailing edge between her thighs so that the egg will not fall out. The end is tucked into the little harness I have formed, making her appear to be wearing a blood red sumo belt. I hit the remote, turning the egg on low.

Next the leather belt. I want her red from nape to knees, the quirt not useful for that. So the belt it is. I don't give her any warning, instead I move to the side and bring my right arm flashing down, the leather striking her flesh with a resounding smack. The first splash of color appears...and I am lost.
 
My hands clench tighter, unsure if I will be able to do as she commands. The screaming I could handle but not a sound, not a movement? I take a breath and concentrate on pleasing her.

The egg doesn't rate a movement or a sound as I feel it slide easily into me, my sex warm and wet, just for her. I close my eyes, allowing myself the small enjoyment of the low vibrations, knowing this will be the easiest of my tasks for the evening.

Sensing her movement, I ready myself unsure of where she will begin. I gasp loudly at the pain, my body tensing from the pain, heating burning through the skin. My eyes squeeze tight, hoping she will allow me that small error. I can feel my juices coating the small toy already and wonder if she will allow my release as I can not ask.
 
I hear her gasp but it is a passing thing, and more my fault than hers as I did not warn her. It doesn't matter. I ignore it and concentrate and reddening sweetly pale flesh. The belt falls with a terrible rhythm, striking there...and there...and there, leaving behind a trail of wide red marks that seem to ladder her skin. I move constantly shifting my stance, allowing the belt to fall on her back, her thighs, her ass with it's little make shift pseudo diaper.

Eventually, my mind returns to itself and I stop. Her skin is flushed, the red striking in it's contrast to the paleness. I see wetness soaking the red silk and I smile to mysef before flipping it to the medium setting.


Are you ok, red one?
 
The pain is endless, hard and constant as she continues. I tremble softly in the restraints, my skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. Heat begins to fill the marks, turning the pain into more, pulling at things low. My breath comes faster and I struggle not to rock with the falls even as my bottom pushes up. It takes me a moment to realize she has stopped.

I bite down hard on my lip as the vibrations increase. It takes me a moment to compose myself as she speaks. I lick my lips, swallowing softly before answering.


Yes...Miss Luna...I am ready.
 
I lean over her, my hand reaching for the little quirt. It is small, split tailed and makes a lovely whispery sound when I swing it through the air. My mouth finds her ear and whispers into it.

I think I shall use this on your cunt and your butt. What say you?
 
I shiver as she reaches for the wicked toy, my eyes widening. My tongue runs over my dry lips, knowing she is enjoying this, wishing she would allow me to see how much.

As you like, Miss Luna. My voice betrays the need as I try to prepare myself. I can feel my sex swelling at the thought and grip the legs tight.
 
I feel her preparing herself for it, the sharp cracking pain on her most innermost parts. I slip off and step away, practicing underhand strikes that will direct the quirt tips toward her clit and cunt lips. When I am sure I have complete control of the movement, I turn the egg on high.

NOW, you may scream.

There is that whisper whistling and a popping sound as the tips hit the little metal clip I had placed on her hood before I began. I move my hand slightly and snap the quirt again, hitting her juicy cunt, right on the lip. Another miniscule movement, the other lip. Again. All the while I talk~low, feral, growling.

Does that please you? Hmmm? I can smell you, you know. You are a greedy little girl who should be put to bed with no dinner. How does it feel? You can tell me, I won't share it with any one else.

The strikes speed up, my hand and wrist flicking delicately, placing each strike with care. Eventually, I begin to alternate between her ass, thighs and cunt. The monologue doesn't stop though.

If I gave you permission, could you cum for me?
 
My back arches as the vibrations threaten to bring me. I have a split second for her words to register fear within me before the clip scrapes over my skin. A loud moan pulls from my lips, replaced by a scream when I feel the pain hits each lip.

The pain mixes with heat, making me want to beg her to stop and thrust back against her at the same time. No longer thinking, my responses flow, split with whimpers and screams.

Yes, Miss Luna. It hurts, burns and I like it. I writhe against the bench, unable to remain still as my sex burns painfully almost unbearably so. My hips move on their own, rocking back with each hit, taking more of the pain. I can feel my juices coating the fabric, the vibrations adding to the sensations.

Yes, please. Please Miss Luna. I promise. I'll cum so hard for you. My voice drops, almost growling with need. More please
 
I laugh then, a low, dirty sound. She is insane with lust, pain, need. Her body scrabbling to move against the bench~to escape or not. That flight or fight thing. I am giggling now. I can't help it. What I am about to do is evil.

You have ten strikes to get off. Three on each lip, four on your hood. If you can't do it in ten, I will not ALLOW you to do it. Do you understand?
 
I tremble as my sex throbs painfully, the egg continues to bring me closer, keeping me just on the edge, not pushing me over. My eyes close as my soft hair begins to stick to my face. A soft whimper at her words, my legs immediately trying to spread wider.

I understand, Miss Luna.
 
If I weren't so pleased by her responses I wouldn't have offered her the challenge. I can't tell her that though. Instead, I place the first three strike directly to her right cunt lip, moving my hand slightly each time so that the marks don't overlap. A larger movement and I place the next three, spacing the marks, pacing myself. I can see wetness gliding down her inner thighs, the red silk scarf, soaked beyond repair.

Only four more. I wonder if she can.


Better make it quick, pretty red. Only four more to go.

I step closer and use a underhand flick, catching her squarely on the clamp. The sound tings in the silence. Three.
 
Each painful touch of the quirt has me jerking against the bench, loud sounds slipping free, unable to control it anymore. I let myself go, just feeling the pain, the heat as they twist into pleasure. Closer and closer with each kiss of pain, my body no longer tensing, just taking in the sensations.

Just the sound of her voice has me moaning, hips thrusting forward, needing a bit more. When I feel the clamp jerk, scraping against my skin, I cry out, my body stiffening. I arch against the restraints as I start to cum, heat filling my body as the pleasure rushing through me.

My screams of pleasure are long and loud, anything but coherent as I ride the pain, my body turning it to fuel my release.
 
Reaching out, after dropping the quirt, hand touches skin.

I know you are tired. So I will allow you to rest. Please come back soon. I am noyt finished with you, sweetest Red one.

Undoing the knots before slipping around to unlock the cuffs. Removing the scarf and pulling the egg from her drenched sex.

On your feet lazy girl. Go to bed. Find me on the morrow.
 
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