6.23 – Denied

6.23 – Denied

Natalie's hand slithered out from underneath Malice's t-shirt to creep up, instead, gently around her neck. She left her grip resting there, lightly putting pressure.

"You know," Natalie murmured. "I'm getting kind of tired of your bratty attitude. I expect my pets to be better behaved."

Malice scooted backward, rubbing her ass into Natalie's cock, sending a jolt of arousal through her—and causing the stiff member to swell outward, only half-softened from their previous conversations.

"Then perhaps you should act as a pack leader ought to," Malice shot back. "When a subordinate acts out, the pack leader should retaliate. Make it clear who's in charge."

"And how should I do that?"

Malice scoffed. "What, I have to tell you how? This is exactly what I mean."

Natalie grabbed Malice by the waist and tossed her forward, sprawling the wolfgirl out across the bed. It was unexpected and forceful enough of an action to catch Malice off guard; she sucked in a gasp of surprise as she fell forward onto her stomach.

Natalie had already crawled overtop her before she could react. She laid atop the girl, using her bodyweight to press her into the bed, her cock crammed against Malice's ass, through two layers of panties.

"I wasn't asking how," Natalie growled into her ear. "Just seeing if you had a preference. But I've changed my mind. You don't get any choice in the matter, now."

She spun Malice around, throwing her onto her back, then yanked the wolfgirl's panties down. Malice gleefully helped wiggle out of them, her faux-reluctant attitude disappearing as she finally got what she wanted. Natalie tossed the delicate fabric to the side.

Shuffling down the bed, she lay on her stomach, head between the wolfgirl's thighs.

The positioning caught Malice off guard. "This? This is your punishment?" she laughed, digging a hand into Natalie's hair as she settled between her legs. "You're really bad at discipline. But I guess ingratiation works too, if you insist."

Natalie snorted.

Malice actually didn't realize her plan, did she?

Maybe smart in combat. Definitely ignorant on this battlefield.

Natalie happily got to work.

Grabbing the wolfgirl's legs and pulling them over her shoulders, she brushed her mouth against Malice's soft mound, rubbing her nose in. Malice rested her heels on Natalie's back, thighs squeezing in against her face, breathing growing labored in only seconds.

"Hasn't it only been a few hours since we did this?" Natalie asked amusedly, the words vibrating into Malice's pussy as she kept her lips hovering right against the sensitive flesh. "From your perspective? You said time jumps between your summons."

"And?" Malice asked, panting. "That's a few hours too long."

So Malice was just that needy, then? That meant Natalie's plan was going to be even more effective than she'd hoped.

Malice's legs trembled as Natalie gave one long, tantalizing lick across her pussy, ending at her clit. She wiggled the tip against the sensitive bundle of nerve endings, extracting an instant whine from the wolfgirl. No wonder she'd hinted at this every time Natalie summoned her—she clearly needed relief.

Then she slipped her fingers out.

The third denial was too much. Malice cried out and, in her struggle, managed to slip a hand free from Natalie's grip. It shot down between her legs, starting to rub desperately, seeking release of her own—obviously not her preferred option but too frustrated to help herself.

A brief wrestling match ensued. Natalie pinned the girl down, overpowering her.

"Please," Malice cried, wiggling underneath Natalie. "Please. Please! I'm so close. I can't take it, I need it!"

"That's the point," Natalie murmured. "My puppy is gonna think twice about mouthing off to me now, isn't she?"

The wolfgirl struggled underneath her, trying to break free of her grip. But Natalie was the stronger between them, if not by much. "Please," Malice finally whined again, stilling her impotent wiggling. "I'm so close. Give it to me?"

"I said," Natalie repeated firmly. "That my puppy is going to think twice about mouthing off. Isn't that right?"

Malice's face heated as she looked up at Natalie. It was obviously a struggle to squash her ego, however much she'd been begging. But eventually she did.

"Y-Yes," Malice said, looking away.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'll think twice about mouthing off."

"And why is that?"

"B-Because Master knows how to make her puppy feel good," Malice groaned. She shoved her hips up against Natalie's body, wiggling, trying to get herself off just in the awkward pressure she could find there, her lower half grinding into Natalie's leg. Natalie had to wrestle her down in an even more secure grip, because as twitching and jumpy as Malice was right now, even that contact might be enough for her to reach climax. And that decidedly wasn't happening—even if she begged.

"And my puppy really, really wants to feel good, doesn't she?" Natalie asked.

Malice nodded rapidly, her expression begging.

"I'm glad we're coming to an understanding. I might have a solution for you."

Hopeful eyes looked up at her.

Natalie grinned. "I bet you think I'm gonna ask you for one of your secrets. About the dungeon. But nope." She let go of Malice. "I can pry those out of you easy enough. Right now, I want something of my own."

She leaned back.

"So, tell you what. You take care of me, and I'll finish what I started. But my pleasure comes first, not yours. Isn't that right?"

Shuffling back to the headboard, Natalie lounged backward, slipping her cock out of her panties and holding it in her hand. It throbbed with need, precum beading at the tip.

"Though, even if you do a good job, it's just a maybe," Natalie said, smirking. "You've been kind of a brat tonight."