Alana always knew that Kierra was…different.

A rude person might call her a savage. An opinion that was hard to contradict. Alana would find it hard to blame someone if they went as far as to call her brutal. She remembered the screams as Kierra set wild dogs on the initiates in the name of training. Fierce beasts against untrained, spoiled children. It sounded like the start of a tragedy. Everyone survived but not without new scars and nightmares.

Despite her rough methods, Alana would never call Kierra cruel. She preferred aggressively passionate. Or perhaps passionately aggressive. The two traits tended to bleed into each other, sometimes in volatile ways.

Case in point, the way Kierra was handling Lou. Alana knew it didn't hurt. Well. She was sure it wouldn't leave any permanent injuries and that Lou didn't mind the pain. From her sloppy expression, half-hidden by Kierra's hand pushing her head into the mattress, she'd say her perverted lover was enjoying it immensely. So much so, any more enjoyment might be dangerous. Definitely for the furniture.

If their activities weren't captivating enough to rouse her from her light doze, the first ominous creak would have. Alana scrambled off the bed as the elf started riding their mutual lover, slapping their hips together with enough ferocity to rock the sturdy wooden frame.

They weren't patient but that didn't mean they finished quickly. Rather, they gave the impression they would never stop. Kierra didn't moan or gasp. She huffed and grunted like someone pushing their body to the limit. She was a vision of physicality, her muscles flexing and her teeth bared in a fierce snarl. Her eyes glowed with channeled mana, brilliant in the gloom of the room.

Beneath her, Lou was wreck. Her eyes were rolled up in her head as her body jerked in attempts to move with her lover. Their waists were covered in cum, so much that Alana briefly wondered if Lou had replaced her blood with it; it was the only explanation that could begin to make sense of the volume. So much that Alana was convinced they'd have to throw the sheets out. She doubted even the mysterious ways of the succubi could get rid of the musky sweetness. If Alana was surrounded by that smell every night, she'd never sleep. Or get anything done during the day. She'd be a useless, lustful lump without single thought other than getting more. It was a hazard.

The elf didn't relent as time passed; rather, she became more intense. Her nails changed to claws that dug into Lou's shoulders. A tail, thin and sinuous like a thrall's, grew from the base of her spine, binding Lou's ankles after her jerking became too unruly. She was completely at Kierra's mercy and the elf didn't show the slightest hesitation in indulging.

Alana's heart galloped in her chest as she watched, eyes burning faintly because she waited as long as possible before blinking. Her nightgown clung to her thighs, the sheer material thoroughly soaked, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything about it. It was like watching two senior knights duel. The display would make shake with excitement, urging her to move, to train and sharpen her skills, yet froze her, her brain shutting down all extraneous actions that would distract her, so she didn't miss a single second.

She almost jumped out of her skin when a light touch brushed her shoulder. She didn't turn away from the carnal show on the bed but she didn't need to turn around to know that Talia was at her back. Thin arms as pale as moonlight loosely wrapped themselves over her shoulders as delicate fingers stroked her cheek.

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"Talia…" she groaned as the stroking continued. One of the hands teasing her drifted lower, cupping her breast and gently squeezing. It reminded Alana of Lou's gentle touch.

"Tali—" A finger on her lips stopped her.

"This is my role."

"Theirs." Somehow, the flower showing her attention without the inclusion of either Kierra and Lou felt. Lou was the one who had tempted her. Kierra was her teacher. Someday, when Alana was strong enough to fight Lou's battles, she supposed she would be a conqueror, but for now, she was still someone that needed to be protected. It felt wrong to act outside of her place. She didn't have the right to claim Talia that way.

What a thought. She could have never imagined she would ever be excited by the thought of claiming another person. Some days, she couldn't believe that was her life, but she never denied it. Strange or wrong, Alana wanted her life. She wanted her clan and to indulge in its ways.

"I am theirs," the older woman agreed, giving others ownership with the banality of someone discussing the weather. "This pleases them."

Alana struggled to argue the points. Saints knew Lou would be thrilled when she had enough sense to enjoy Talia retelling the event. She didn't mind what they got up to amongst each other. Rather, she encouraged it. The closer they were, the more remote the chance of Lou ever having to choose between. Alana imagined her doting lover's worst nightmare was a relationship like her father's, where the women in the house couldn't stand one another.

She bit her lip as the flower continued he her work. Talia had learned well. Her touch remained light, doing nothing to distract Alana from her show. It was just enough to heighten her excitement, keeping her right at the edge without pushing her over.

Kierra roared in triumph, the sound loud enough the rest of the house surely heard it. Her clawed fingers dug into Lou's chest and the insensate woman groaned, the first sound from her that wasn't encouraging. It was enough to snap the elf from the lustful haze, at least partially. She paused, cooing softly as she leaned down. A green tongue traced the shredded skin, lapping up the oozing blood as the skin knit itself back together. She kissed the wounds as they healed, nibbling the fresh skin while Lou panted for breath.

Alana came at the sight, mouth gaping in disbelief and face hot with embarrassment. She didn't even understand why, but its illogical nature didn't dampen its intensity. She would have fallen if not for Talia wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Dammit," she whined, eyes slipping shut as the echos of her climax made her shake.

"Why do you curse?"

Alana's heart jumped hearing the other woman's intoxicating voice so close, but she didn't answer. It was too silly. She didn't hate who she was but, sometimes, she couldn't help a little annoyance at how weak she was to erotic attack. For the love of the ancestors, how could she get knocked around by titans and get up ready for more but merely watching her lovers took her apart?

"Did you want to join them?"

"What?" Was she crazy? "No! I—"

"Shh." A hand stroked her cheek soothingly. "There's no need to be frightened."

"Who's scared?" Alana scoffed, ignoring the way her stomach squirmed at the thought of coming between the elf and her prize.

"Good."

The push was too sudden for her to resist. Alana stumbled forward, throwing out her hands to catch herself. She vaguely registered the feeling of her feelings sinking into the sodden sheets but most of her attention was focused on the sharp gaze that had turned to her.

She'd never seen a stare like the one Kierra fixed her with. It was blank, bereft of thought, yet focused. Intense. The elf twitched her nose and poked out her tongue. It took Alana a few moments to realize that Kierra was scenting her. She didn't know what to think about the elf not recognizing her despite looking straight at her.

But she knew exactly what to feel about the recognition that softened her gaze and the lazy smile that curled her lips. Immediate and powerful relief.

"Were you lonely, my star?"

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