The Three F's [18+]

Time was not wasted. After the death of their shared foe, the entire hive came to life with all sorts of different tasks.

Greens and wild vegetation were made into salads and side dishes. Meats caught in the forest were being stripped and cleaned to be either served raw, or cooked - but both were seasoned with herbs and salt found around the river bed.

Drinks were weak - but some of the fermented stuff a few of the families had started were good enough. No one stopped anyone from enjoying the festivities - even the kids who were old enough were allowed to imbibe for the 'night'.

Vincent was enjoying himself, too it seemed. He had a wide, proud grin, and was happy to supply his dragon's flame to cook all of the assorted goods for consumption.

Singing, dancing, and makeshift instruments filled the air and the soil - and everywhere Metas and Myranda went, they were both congratulated and bowed to.

There was a mix of wolf and mortal forms as some were so drunk that they were dancing with their mates on their paws as their others did so on their feet.

Metas and Myranda were in the center of it all, dancing together on their feet with an impromptu flurry of moves.

At one point, the Alpha got so excited he picked up his wife and hoisted her over his shoulder so he could spin her around.

Inspired - other males did the same with their mates - or in some cases, some fathers let their daughters feel like their Luna for a brief moment as they swirled in the air.

It was exhilarating, and both the Luna and the Alpha were on top of the world for once in both of their lives. The only thing that upset the moment in Myranda's mind was the fact her sister wasn't here. Her eyes couldn't help but tear up at the thought of Syrana being able to dance with Veltar again.

It was the only part of her journey she regretted - and the only part of it she'd give up anything to change.

...but she couldn't let that invade her thoughts right now. She'd reserve those tears for those she trusted and loved. To the rest of the pack, she needed to look perfect.

The scents of food, alcohol, sweat, and earth saturated the room, and the party stayed at its height for a very long time.

That was until someone had to shatter the warm atmosphere in a drunken tirade that was so loud it drew the attention of others.

It was Amilla - and her mortal form was surprisingly gorgeous. She had long red-blonde hair and two bright turquoise eyes that sat on her flawless face. She was tall, too - and her figure was nice for someone who had just budding into adulthood. Her voice was grated and slurred as she approached Myranda and Metas.

"Hey-hey! I-I have a question!" Amilla shouted out and stopped just mere inches away from the couple. "Why-why don't - why doesn't the Luna have to prove how strong she is? huh? I mean- it makes sense to make sure she's fit, too."

"You are drunk and doing something you will regret. I would suggest shutting your mouth," Metas replied to the female who had rudely broken the nice atmosphere and insulted his wife.

There were glares and snuffs from the crowd and a few even face-palmed, or just flat out excused themselves from the scene, and yet Amilla went on with Myranda staring at her in stunned silence.

"Y-You're not even taller than me! Alpha Metas, I should - no I need to be at your side." Amilla pleaded.

Myranda scrunched her nose up at those words and parted from the embrace of her husband to approach the drunk idiot on her own. She no longer needed Metas to shield her. She was a Luna in her own right, and she was done doubting herself.

"My husband - your Alpha just gave you excellent advice. Allow me to echo that as your Luna. Turn around, go back to the party, and we can pretend none of this ever happened. I put up with your disrespect earlier today, but I won't this time."

Amilla rolled her eyes and tried to wave off the female in front of her, and it caused some to gasp and others to shake their heads.

"You-you won't do nothin'. I could take you right now-eeeven dee-runk." Amilla boasted.

Myranda didn't have to take that, and she wouldn't. She merely reached out and pushed Amilla's chest with enough force to just knock her down onto her ass.

"Listen here little one. I'm small, but I'm mighty - and having just rid myself of Silas, I'm rather tempted to remove a growing thorn in my spine. You should recede your growth and remove yourself from my backside. Otherwise, I'll pluck you myself." Myranda was quite clear, and her eyes didn't move from Amilla's sea-blue ones.

"I will kill you if you approach me, my husband, my family, or my friends again. I've had enough of you."

Amilla blinked up to the scene around her, and sloppily pushed herself up from the ground, only to stumble and flail as she tried to regain her balance. She staggered there and stared at her Luna with a face that made it look as though she was going to lunge forward - but instead she fell backwards again.

"I'll take her, your majesties" an older wolf said and came over to the sprawled out mortal on the ground and put a paw to her forehead. "Ami, shift right now. You're going to bed."

The red-kissed blonde was passed out, and instead of trying to wake her, the volunteer put her teeth around Amilla's clothing and dragged her through the crowd.

"We thank you," Myranda said with a smile, and looked back towards Metas with the same expression. "Honestly, I think we could all use some rest, too."

"I agree with my wife. Please, feel free to stay up and enjoy yourselves, but I would like to retire for the evening," Metas followed up and wrapped an arm around Myranda's back and tucked her into his side.

They didn't need their permission, but that didn't mean they didn't need to say farewell. Like a giddy pair of newly weds, they made their way through the crowd and headed back to a nice isolated spot where they could be alone.

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Not wanting to be in the stuffy hive anymore, the two lovers retired to the cave where they had stayed their first and so far only private night together.

Veltar's supplies seemed to be missing from the desk along with his pouch of wound dressings, and that made Myranda smile widely.

"Did you ask him to clear out?" Myranda asked suspiciously.

"I did," Metas answered with mischief in his words.

"Oh? Why would you do such a thing, my Alpha?" She played dumb as she bit her lower lip and leaned against the back wall of the cave.

"I believe we have fought, and feasted. I owe you the last F." He said tantalizing her with his words as he approached her and caused her skin to prick up, which made him grin with delight.

"Then why are my clothes still on?" She shot back and lifted her arms up and put them against the stone to make it easier for him to remove.

His lips curved into a satisfied smile, and leaned in to kiss her lips and to hold her wrists up as thought she were going to struggle.

Her eyes lit up with delight and surprise as he gathered both of her tender carpuses in one hand, and used the other to run under her shirt and immediately to her taught nipples that had been teasing him for days.

Their kissing intensified as Metas' fingers pinched Myranda's soft buds and rolled them between his fingers. His actions caused her to push her chest out towards him in hopes for more.

Her skin was so soft against his hardened hands and her hunger for him only made his desire flourish more. He was not as gentle as he had been in the past, but she didn't seem to mind.

....Actually... she kind of liked it.

A lot.

"Do that again, do it harder-" she pleaded after his fingers had twisted her nipple a little more roughly than expected.

"Oh? You like that, do you?" He said with trouble in his tone. "Very good, then" he started, and proceeded to do as she asked - but in his own way.

He lifted the loose shirt over her head and maneuvered her arms to where he could briefly let go of her wrists, only to replace his hold on them immediately and press her bare back into cold stone. When she shivered from the temperature, both of her tender mounds rose quickly, and invited him into their warmth.

Metas accepted said invite and pulled his hot lips from his wife's and placed them against her breast so he could swirl his tongue around her areola. Without warning, though he brought his teeth against her flesh and as he held it in between his teeth gently, his tongue ran against the tip of them which earned him a wild moan from her mouth.

"Yes~" she called out as his attention moved to her untouched breast and rubbed his thumb over the sprouted nub in a flicking motion. When her call of pleasure ended, Metas pushed her a little harder into the jagged rock behind her. It scraped her skin and caused her to bleed, but she loved it.

He could smell her pheromones as he excited her, and it made his hands antsy and hasty to move to the skirt she had been wearing and tug at it longingly.

"Heyheyhey-don't tear my skirt off, big guy. I happen to like it. Just unbutton it first," she laughed softly as she beheld his flat face of disappointment.

"Ahg. You're ruining my fun... I will find another way to make you squeal then, my sweet," he said between clenched teeth as he once more removed his hands from her and fumbled with unbuttoning the bottoms.

Ultimately she ended up doing it for him, but as soon as her panties dropped along with her skirt, she reached out and tugged at Metas' pants in order to remove his as well.

He denied her, however - and instead just pressed her back up against the wall with fervor. "Not yet. I want my fun," as he finished he once again pushed her up the back wall and scraped her skin. Again, she hissed - but before the pain sank it without aid, he had gripped her thighs and tugged them over his shoulders.

The climb up the wall had been awkward, but worth it as his tongue penetrated her juicy folds that yearned for more. He wasn't neat about it either - he meant it when he said he was going to ravage her.

The Alpha moved his head so his nose could rub her clitoris, and his tongue flicked inside of the shallow parts of her cunt where he lapped up her essence. As he breathed hot against her flesh, he decided to surprise her and stopped his lashings to nip at her pink pearl briefly, and not too hard so that she couldn't enjoy it later.

"Fuck, Metas-" Myranda moaned out as she gripped the edges of stone beneath her fingers.

Her calls of pleasure only encouraged him more, but soon he needed a breath of air, and so he took his mouth from her tender petals, and replaced it with two large fingers that slipped deeper into her canal.

Once he had huffed a bit and gained some breath, he used his tongue to slowly swirl around her hardened pebble as he brought his digits in and out of her slowly.

"Metas, nnhn~ D-Don't make me cum yet. I don't want to yet. F-fuck that feels so good," she groaned in ecstasy and hissed in air through her teeth.

It took a lot of willpower for him to pull his head back, but to curb his hunger, he kissed her inner thigh and gave it a hardy bite.

"Aghn, Metas-" Myranda grunted in both frustration and pleasure as her lover teased her further. "Put me down and fuck me," she demanded with heat in her words.

"How could I refuse such a command from my very powerful wife? You know, earlier when you talked that young pup down - it turned me on to see you behave so boldly..." he admitted and followed his words up with another kiss to her thigh.

"Oh?"

"Indeed. It almost makes me not want to put you down to see what you'd do to me," he suggested with a devilish grin and tone to match.

"You do that, and you'll regret it. I assure you," she dared and looked him straight in the eyes with a little too much murder in the glare.

"Very well, my Queen" he gave in and slowly brought her down onto her feet - but was soon intensely caught off guard as his wife's hands jutted out and started to untie his pants with much better precision than he had with her skirt.

"Good boy. Now sit." She ordered and put one finger to his chest that she pushed until he got the message and did as he was told.