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Wolf and Raven	By : BookaG Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 2640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Fire Emblem, its characters, or its fandom nor profit from this work of fiction. Characters herein are fictional and any resemblance to real people are purely coincidental.

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- 1-Wolf and Raven
- 1
Vika knelt in a patch of nettles, disregarding the relentless stings on her palms and exposed shins. Her eyes darted between the bandits that loomed before her. She could observe their approaching positions and that there were four in all. But the ambitious survey her eyes made was out of anxiety more than anything, as if they wished to weave a ward of hope with their spasms.
Her enervated body would permit her no transformation at the moment. The young raven panted open-mouthed and her wings implored rest. As the spaces between each slovenly brigand diminished, so did her chances of attempting an escape without resigning her nubile body to a brutal axe blade.
Vika had heard stories of what illicit Beorc companies do with Laguz women after slavery’s severance from law; they made her hot skin teem with dread. Slavery was no stranger to her, yet she still nauseated at imagining her impending starvation, rape, torment, and eventual ingestion when she lost her novelty.
Modesty be damned. The raven had always fancied herself worthy and sentient. She did not deserve this. No one did. Vika was a “daughter of strength”. A lovely one. And she faced her ruin at the hands of these Beorc men that were hideous in both appearance and character, with scurvy, no less. She hated them while she could only show them intimacy. They ogled her fear and her weakness and relished it.
Her acute ears detected a rapid punching upon the grass. Vika figured this to be the first serious assault by one of the raving brutes behind her. She languished within and spires of ice pierced her ribs, but her eyes betrayed her and charged her to witness doom. The last thing the bandit did was stumble. His face aspired toward the dirt to reveal the white wolf that had stricken him down.
The remaining bandits followed suit, their faces contorting into oafish masks during their swift deaths. The wolf’s mandated carnage was an awesome spectacle. The ivory beast bolted from statue to carnal statue, its glorious coat scrambling the moonlight while one lambent green eye streaked through the darkness. Even this was humbled by a ghastly quirk: the wolf’s very teeth vomited the crimson humors of its victims. It was unfitting to call the bandits ‘corpses’ after the white wolf touched them. It ransacked their physical signature, transforming them into mere dead matter and nothing more.
The one green eye had found Vika. Whether or not this had been intentional, its unearthly green light bore into the girl’s forehead for an instant. Then the creature stole into the night, leaving her with a gripping lump in her throat and a sudden awareness of many annoying little barbs.
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Vika stood somewhere in the outskirts of her tiny company’s camp in ambivalence. Her sense of quandary found relevance here as well, but in this case she was safe and fixated on the white wolf again. It took the form of a woman who perched upon a shallow earthen outcrop. It would require one to climb it with few steps, granting it a charm of privacy under which she chose to admire the moon.
The raven almost hated the prospect of interrupting this picturesque scene. This was a queen who had deigned to save Vika’s life and dignity. She no longer recognized any excuse; identifying the optimal moment was meaningless as they were all silent, all the same to the queen.
All the same, save for whatever angle in which the night breeze stroked Nailah’s tail during a given one. It was quite the magnificent tail of surprising size. Vika found comfort through mesmerism by it. At times like these, she supposed, it seemed to possess a unique presence, boasting as both cozy and impressive at once. It was a niveous tongue of flame that hovered in the queen’s shadow, lolling to and fro.
It was a mystery that such a beautiful danger could appear so harmless. Vika strode forth as if magnetized by the wolf’s charisma. She resisted her concern with self-carriage after yesterday’s humbling episode.
Her concern regenerated upon standing by the august woman. Vika knelt.
“Good evening,” Nailah addressed her in a lavishly smooth voice.
“Evening, majesty,” the raven replied in her own, a gloaming melody.
She bowed her head slightly and fanned her wingtips against the earth.
“My sincerest thanks for your-“
“What are you doing?” the queen interjected. “Keep those lovely things off the ground. You’ll embarrass both of us.”
Vika did as bade and murmured.
“As for yesterday,” she continued, “ forget about it. I did the least I could for a sister of mine in peril. And it would have been such a waste not to.”
The raven broke her gaze from the queen’s furtive smile.
“No, it was stupid, really. I got careless.”
Nailah laughed.
“If you put it that way, that you did. As much as you may hate these thugs, one can’t wear themself out abjuring their very existence. They’ll close on you in waves like shit to a fly.”
Vika smiled. She glanced down at the queen’s elaborately tattooed hand alighting on hers.
However gentle, it was sufficient to cast an odd spice over her skin.
She recognized that same jade eye.
However enchanting, it managed so much composure over Nailah’s half-cloaked face.
“Vika, Vika. What are we to do with you?” she teased.
Fixated on their point of contact, the raven found herself stricken by the wolf’s elegance and felt that their mound of earth was ensorcelled by intimacy. She admired the moon’s mantle of pallor and the way it shone against the fabric of Nailah’s veil.
“Are you feeling right?” the queen asked. “You’re quite flushed.”
Vika beseeched herself to reciprocate the other woman’s composure. She must have been overthinking. She was rather satisfied with the calm in her own answer.
“Am I now? Strange. I feel fine.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” the wolf wheedled. “I’d like to show you something exciting. How
much do you know about the wolf clan?”
“I think I speak for my companions as well when I say I know nothing. I don’t know about those two, but I don’t care for rumors.” Vika explained.
“That’s unfortunate, Vika. Legend has it that our sense of smell is so profound that we can know what another’s thinking by smelling their breath.”
“Is this true, Queen of Wolves?”
“There’s but one way for you to find out,” Nailah proposed with lilt. “And I must know why you would feel so hot.”
Vika looked incredulous, but the queen insisted.
“I know what you must be thinking. I assure you I clean my mouth thoroughly after combat.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Vika said.
“Come now, surely there’s no harm in entertaining an old superstition?”
She leaned in toward Vika. The raven girl closed her eyes to anticipate the queer exchange. Nailah’s deft tongue swept across Vika’s lower lip. The girl’s eyes shot open in time to see the wolf retract her tongue.
“Majesty?” she inquired. The wolf smirked.
“You want me, that’s what it smells like.”
Vika was speechless at the bashful tang in her cheeks and the enticing rush planted in her chest.
“That’s only my take,” she continued, standing up. “Whether or not you actually feel that way is up to your interpretation, although it would be quite the interesting development, wouldn’t you agree?” She laughed. “If you’d excuse me.” With a wave of her tail, she leapt from the outcrop and from Vika’s sight.
And so the Hatari legend was debunked; it was in this way that Vika was introduced to Nailah’s bizarre sense of humor. More urgent were the implications of the queen making such an advance. Her beauty was flagrant to all who met her, but Vika felt as though she had been wrested about by her innermost reactions. Had her lust been that obvious?
“…those lovely things…”
“…would have been such a waste…”
“…why you would feel so hot…”
Even if she had, this was moot. She had peppered their conversation with these compliments – it would only be natural to conclude that she indeed flaunted herself in their intimacy. Nailah’s own lust was unmistakable. She had coaxed sexual energy from Vika by her own design. A wolf’s charisma had proven to be too powerful at work. The young raven was then distraught by her own heat.
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Vika walked from the outcrop to reach the loamy earth below moments later. Her breast churning, she looked about. She began to wonder if she had missed the wolf queen for the night.
At Nailah’s silent pounce, Vika was thrust down and landed on her back. The wolf lied on top of her, pinning her wrists down.
“I knew you would follow,” the queen said in a sultry growl.
Her captive squirmed against the restraint and offered her burning question.
“How?”
“I keep an eye on you all the time,” Nailah said. “I see the way you dress. Begging to be fucked. Despite how aroused you are right now, this is as much your doing as mine.”
At this sentiment, Vika noticed that she was draping her wings over Nailah’s shoulders like she would a man’s. The wolf lowered herself so that her rotund breasts rested on Vika’s fluttering bosom.
“I want you, little bird. The matter was when to make it known to you. I knew you’d like the sound of it, but hinting isn’t my style.”
She lapped at Vika’s jaw. The girl quivered.
“I’d much prefer to attack you.”
Indeed, Vika had wondered where Nailah’s characteristic bluntness had gone. She found herself awaiting its return, although she held no objections to her initial treatment. The wolf rooted over what choice portions of the raven’s skin were exposed by her flirtatious clothing. She licked at the most delectable: her neck, which radiated warmth in her arousal, collarbone, cleavage. Vika’s airy voice goaded her with purring and labored breathing that flavored the night air. It became sharper whenever her breasts were teased.
Nailah slipped her umber hand beneath the girl’s shirt to caress her belly. Her touch was hot, just as before. She traced a sharp tooth up the contour of Vika’s neck, who shivered in anticipation, but was not yet gratified with a bite. She sucked at the fair flesh just beneath her jaw until it burned red. Her breath at last hovered at the raven’s ear.
“Such easy prey. You should never expose your belly to a beast.”
Vika’s breath sang. The wolf had rucked her shirt up to her breast and tortured her soft belly with her tongue. She thrust her back into an arch. Her core thrashed against her skin. This vulnerability was a callow mistake, and it still made her hot. To expose herself so consummately and feel herself ignite from it was perversion, but that somehow made it more delectable. She wound her hips. Her flesh undulated against the wolf’s wicked kiss and begged for more.
Nailah swept her tongue above the hem of the raven’s trousers and pulled her upright by the shirt.
“How could you stop?” Vika whined.
The wolf threatened to bite her neck. She flinched and shut up.
“I want you to pleasure me, girl” Nailah said. “Show me how badly you want it.”
The queen sat up primly. She drew her skirts against her thighs. It was too dark for Vika to see between those elegant legs, but she thirsted for what was there. And the queen bared it to her so casually as if she were showing off a tattoo.
Nailah leaned back when Vika obeyed her. The raven knelt and lowered her face to the wolf’s sex. Nailah laced her fingers into the girl’s luxurious black hair. The girl began to eat.
She moved her head gingerly and licked clean the queen’s lips. When she had lapped up most of the nectar, she dipped her tongue in for it. She could feel Nailah’s fingertips petting her head each time she licked, commanding her to continue.
Vika curled her tongue up. She massaged Nailah’s clitoris in an indulgent cycle. Nailah’s petting became less regular. Vika felt a curious movement against her face. Her belly was gently heaving. Surely the Queen of Wolves wasn’t so easy to tame? But Nailah seemed to have poor control over this. Vika smiled to herself and sucked Nailah’s clitoris between her lips. The queen just as soon pulled her head up by the hair.
Vika still smirked in her empowered state until she realized the situation.
“You’re tickling me, girl” Nailah said.
Vika gulped. Nailah had pulled her own shirt down to play with her nipple. Her breasts were a lovely tan color, and mercilessly rotund. They were tattooed just like the rest of her. Vika found herself staring. Nailah laughed.
“My eyes are up here” she teased. “Stand up. I want to show you something.”
The raven stood up cautiously, still not bothering to fix her shirt. Nailah pinched two fingers and made a tugging motion over her bare breasts. She stared up at Vika.
Vika removed her shirt and gave the wolf the view she wanted. She forced herself to make eye contact. It struck her that she was then standing topless while outdoors. Her figure was slender, her breasts pale and modestly portioned in comparison. But the queen leered at her nonetheless.
Nailah slipped her fingers into Vika’s trousers. She dragged them down to the girl’s calves. She only glanced at the wetness between Vika’s legs for an instant as it was highlighted by the moonlight. When she looked up at the excitable young lady again, she flattened her ears and her lips broke into a nasty smile. She smelled something she liked.
She buried her mouth in Vika’s slit. It was easy to make her purr. She sucked and chewed briskly until Vika’s breast lurched forth.
The raven found that her legs were useless, so she tangled her hands in Nailah’s silver hair for support as much as to keep the queen feasting.
Nailah cupped Vika’s ass in response. The cheeks filled her hands snuggly. Her tongue was vicious. Vika moaned in resignation; it only took the queen’s one muscle to make every one in her body quiver. Her buttocks clenched in Nailah’s hands, who squeezed them.
Having her ass squeezed seemed to stir something in Vika. She could no longer keep her hips still. They began to wind against the queen’s kiss again. She looked down at the queen’s bare shoulders and felt her mouth’s restless behavior escalate. Between the queen’s exquisite tongue and the way her buttocks was clutched so roughly, Vika’s pelvis was enveloped in raw heat. She occupied herself with fucking Nailah’s mouth.
The thick night air did nothing to cool her naked body as she danced against the wolf’s face. She tossed her head back and her breathing had degenerated into a full, open heaving. But there was always that hot gravity in her hips. She felt her thighs quiver.
“Yesssss…” she murmured.
Nailah smacked her ass. She growled.
Vika’s vision wavered. She swayed her lithe body as if her consciousness balanced on making love to Nailah’s lips. She let herself moan aloud. The thunder in her breast was too strong, too harsh. By the time the wolf spanked her again she was pulled roughly into bliss.
The raven tilted her head back again. Her voice rang out in beautiful mews. The raw pleasure gushed through her body unchecked. She felt her sex pull and flutter and make quite a mess of the queen’s face, but she couldn’t help it. Nailah held her rump to keep her standing.
When she was sure that her damned vision had at last returned to focus, she looked down at Nailah. Nailah glared back at her, licking her lips clean.
“How cute” Nailah said. “Did you spread those just for me?”
Vika noticed that in her excitement, her wings had spread to their full span. They shivered faintly. The moonlight glazed every one of her sleek black feathers.
Her throat gave a nervous lilt. She cleared it. Then she burst out laughing.
“I must have” she said. “I wasn’t even thinking about it that time. I-”
The queen wrestled her to the ground and looked her in the eyes.
“I like the way you commanded me, little bird. But that just means I’ll have to fuck you twice as hard.”
Vika’s chest plunged and she giggled.
“Yes! Please fuck me, Nailah… I’ve been so bad.”
Nailah caught herself smirking. She would let that one go. The raven girl seemed to forgo her manners when she was in heat.
She spread Vika’s knees apart, the trousers still bunched around her ankles. Nailah lifted her skirts and mounted her. She felt their most intimate flesh press together. Both were deliciously hot and wet.
The bird’s arms were held to the ground by their elbows. Her face was twisted into a naughty smile. She could have cared less.
The wolf thrust her hips with the force of a rutting beast and the finesse of a captivating lady. Her breasts, gorgeous and plump, hung freely against Vika’s bare chest. They moved about quite a bit. Vika found herself staring again. She noticed that the tattoos on Nailah’s breasts were different from the ones adorning her arms.
“Are you that in love with them,” Nailah asked, “or are you wondering about my tattoos?”
Vika panted.
“I like them. What are they for?” she managed.
“They’re for looking pretty and being noticed.” Nailah said.
Vika laughed. “The breasts or the tattoos?”
Nailah placed her nipple in Vika’s mouth.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “We know you enjoy both.”
The wolf moved her hips in a new direction. Vika bit her breast appreciatively. In her restraint she could only move her hips against Nailah’s or suck Nailah’s breast, which was fine. Vika did not know if she could muster another coherent sentence. The heat welled in her body again.
She sucked in fresh air greedily once the soft breast had left her lips. Her chest burned with enough pleasure to sting. Nailah’s incessant thrusting had rocked her back and forth for so long that she became pleasantly accustomed to feeling like a toy. Still, she worked to crane her neck around and peak behind the queen. She thought that that white tail would look adorable bobbing up and down while she fucked her. And it did.
Nailah wagged her tail. She thrust her sex into Vika with new energy. It sent a jolt to Vika’s breast. The girl grunted. She thought Vika looked her best on her back, fighting to catch her breath. But her mouth fell open and her sweet voice hitched repeatedly while their hips caressed. Nailah bit her neck just hard enough to leave a mark.
“Good. Sing for me, little bird” she growled.
Her breath was torn from her throat. Even so, she climaxed several times with minimal grace by the time the wolf had finished with her. She writhed and embraced Nailah with her thighs as if coaxing the orgasm from her. She shrieked softly at feeling that perfect heat between their legs. Nailah bit her again. She could tell the undignified note Vika sang was deliberate. But it was because she felt beautiful in that moment. And rightfully so.
She listened to Vika’s ragged breaths settle to a cadence in the heavy air.
She whispered to her: “Whenever I want to fuck you, I will grab your ass like I did before. And you will comply.”
Vika, with her pretty dark hair matted over her eyes, smiled.
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