The Lycan Queen

Chapter 1

Stellar released a sharp squeak released as she fell harshly to the ground at the release of Mortem's paw. She keened painfully, struggling to her hands and knees, bearing the stinging pain of his love scars. She gasped and buried her face into her arms as he crouched over her, dragging his claws seductively down the backs of her thighs.

"Nice hustle today Stellar." Mortem chuckled deeply at her frail whimpering. "You've gotten better..." He murmured breathing down the back of her neck, his teeth grazing her. "But," His tone suddenly changed and Stellar's entire body rocked as he laid harsh smack at her left buttock. "Be prepared to up the ante by the time I return with the hunting party. Can you do that?" He whispered lustfully into her ear.

Stellar nodded feebly with a soft, painful smile. "Good girl." He said holding her by her jaw, touching his tongue to hers. He then smirked, standing to his two hind paws, leaving her on the ground.

"LUNAR!" Mortem barked loudly, a lithe dark grey lycaness with an even darker underside speedily running to the calling of her name shortly after. "Yes, my king?" She replied sounding irritated and sarcastic. Stellar glanced up at her older half sister as she sat up, the left side of her face wretched into a sharp grimace as she did so.

"Double up. You're on this week's hunting party."

"Wasn't I on last week's hunting party?" She replied, the look in her teal eyes showing that she was obviously less than impressed with the male. "You can't just overwork me like that."

"I promise that isn't my intent." He pouted. "But the hunts you've lead have brought back the best I've eaten in the past two months." Mortem smirked. "Well..." He began, easing his violet gaze gently over her body as he stepped closer. "Not quite the best I've eaten." He whispered in her ear, allowing a paw slide down the outside of one of Lunar's thick, evenly toned thighs.

Within a fraction of that exact second Lunar gripped his paw tightly stopping him before he could remove it on his own. Mortem's eyes shot wide open in shock at the speed of Lunar's movement. She didn't remove it however. She held it there, the fur along the side of her thigh messily piled in the spaces between his massive digits; and very, very slowly, drew her lips back into a silent but severely unattractive snarl. Mortem's irises contracted in extreme shock at the strength of the female's grip at first, a knot forming in his stomach-- and elsewhere, as he switched his attention to the look on her face. The curve of her hips clasp neatly in his paw, locked there by her death grip. He fought the urge to lower his ears. Lunar eased her grip and allowed the snarl to cascade gracefully into a sort of smile, although not the good kind as she glided her paw pads softly against the inside of his palm as she let him go and walked away from him. As pack members began to gather around to form the hunting party Mortem quickly hiked his ears back into an upward position.

"You can growl all you want, sweetheart. I always get what I want." Mortem smirked, one of his large fangs glinting.

"Then hold your foul breath until you get it." Lunar called back to him without looking back. Mortem watched her leave for a few more seconds and turned to walk the other way, shaking his head jokingly as he laughed quietly to himself at Lunar's response.

A white lycanesses swooned. "That smile of his always does something to me." She whispered to a silver-grey female companion.

"That Lunar bitch really has a problem." The second female rolls her eyes. "She's lucky he even sees anything in her." Another female agrees as she approached the pair.

"Mind if I butt in?"

"Why not."

"Maybe she's just cycling. We all know how that is."