Jordahe [Capture Core] atop the dresser she'd pulled it from.

  "Just w if you wao help me take care of something, real quick," Jordan said, grinning at the wolfgirl.

  e eyes blinked as they turned, again, from Jordan to Natalie, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, skirt straining upward from her ere.

  Malice seemed briefly fused.

  "If it's fug hting," she said after a sed, shrugging once as if she didn't care which. "I'm always ready." There wasn't an ounce of irony in her voice.

  Even Natalie couldn't help but snort at that, despite her current order to keep quiet. Jordan eyed her, whiatalie replied with an apologetic raise of her hands.

  "It's one of those two," Jordan replied to the wolfgirl amusedly. "Our dear team leader is a bit worked up, and it's up to us to solve that problem."

  Malice sidered. Her eyes hesitated on Natalie a sed time before returning to Jordan.

  "Why are you leading?" she asked bluntly.

  Like usual, she went straight for the heart of the matter. Malice wasn't a plicated girl, not in the slightest. Not when it came to this sort of thing.

  "Is that so weird?" Jordan asked.

  "The Pack-Leader usually leads," Malice said. "It's in the name."

  Natalie was, holy, kind of ied in how Malice would react to the sario Jordan wanted. Malice had a primitive sort of view on authority, and in their st iion made it a point that Natalie o 'step up' and make it clear who beloo who. Maybe it was something biological, part of being a dungeon monster: Malice valued hierarchy. So would Jordan's py at being the dominant one be something Malice was even patible with?

  Jordan faltered briefly, and Malice solved her own fusion.

  "She's deferring to her mate," Malice said in sudden uanding. "That's fine, I suppose."

  "Deferring?" Jordan challenged. "It's not deferring. I'm in charge, right now, by my own volition."

  Malice eyed her. "She's submitted to you under her own terms," she disagreed pinly.

  Jordan crossed her arms. "I made her submit. By force of personality."

  "You're saying if she were to stand up and push you over, she couldn't have you mewling in seds?" Malice asked.

  Jordan paused, then g Natalie—blushing as she did.

  Natalie's cock jumped.

  "You're ruining the act I'm trying to put on," Jordan told Malice dryly.

  Malice blinked.

  Then, she grinned.

  "The Pack-Leader, at our mercy," she mused in agreement. "How pathetic of her."

  "pletely at our and," Jordan said. "Pliable, eager, and fuckable. Our toy for tonight."

  "Am I still not allowed to talk?" Natalie asked.

  Jordan gave her a disapproving look.

  She promptly shut back up, though couldn't quite keep the grin off her lips.

  Jordan eyed her a sed lohen faced baalice. "You know," she said, walking up to her—to which e eyes blinked in surprise. "I haven't actually gotten to know you all that well," she said, settling her hands on Malice's hips. "Natalie's been monopolizing your time."

  "The Pack-Leader is possessive," Malice said. "And I am hers. I have no pints about this."

  As Jordan pressed herself into Malice, their breasts pushing together in a way that had Natalie's breath catg, the wolfgirl amended:

  "And I belong to her mate as well, by sequence."

  "Mate," Jordan said. "Why do you keep using that word?"

  Malice turned a dubious look between Natalie and Jordan, evee her being obviously distracted by Jordan's proximity. She opened her mouth to reply, but Jordan seemed to rethink whether she actually wanted an ao that question. She barreled forward with a different topic:

  " I get these clothes off?" she murmured, pressing a kiss into the gray skin of the hellhound's neck. The wolfgirl shivered. For all her bold and assertive personality, it was no difficult task to turn her into a puddle.

  "You outrank me," Malice said. "Of course you ."

  "Outrank?" Jordan asked. "No oranks anyone, here." She paused again. "Besides Nat being otom," she corrected.

  Malice gave another dubious look, but didn't press the topic. She and Natalie had already been through this, and ier depth. It was obvious her view of the world was somewhat inpatible with theirs—or their values and perceptions were offset, at a minimum.

  Jordan seemed to realize the same, so dropped it. Her fingers slipped to the strings holding the wolfgirl's skimpy metal bottom on. She tinued peppering kisses up and down her neck, then across her colrbone as she peeled away the first piece of gear, exposing Malice's lower half to the air. The metal bra followed, tossed aside.

  Jordan grabbed two handfuls of the wolfgirl's tits. "Why are dungeon monsters so plush?" she asked. "It's almost unfair."

  Malice shivered uhe attention being vished on her. "A maion of the Pack-Leader's lust," she said. "This body was crafted to suit her, I'm fairly certain. It is unlike most I've been in."

  "Most?"

  "There's great varian the assigs offered by the Cryptkeeper," Malice said.

  "And some of them have big tits, huh?" she asked dryly.

  "Some," Malice said, not seeming like she wao expand.

  Since probing Malice for information wasn't their goal tonight, Jordan again dropped the topic. Though that might more have been because of her i iher girl's body, based on how she lowered her head to suck at one nipple, swirling a tongue around, then moving to the other. Malice shivered and pced a hand on the back of Jordan's head, pushing her in, tail swishing in satisfa. She sent a goward Natalie, whose cock was seriously ag by now, tenting her skirt upward. Her hands twitched to go between her legs to provide herself relief, but she refrained, both because she would be scolded by Jordan, and because she had two willing girls who would help her out. Sooually.

  Hadn't she been teased enough by Robin? Was Jordan really dragging it out even more?

  Hands still resting on Malice's hips, Jordan raised back up and pressed a kiss onto Malice's cheek. "How pent up does she look?" she murmured with amusement, purposefully not meeting Natalie's eyes. "Think she's ready?"

  "If we don't take care of it, it might take care of itself," Malice said with her own hint of amusement. "It's twitg hard enough I see it in her skirt."

  Jordan grinned. "Wanna help get me hen?"

  Maliswered by throwing Jordan onto the bed with surprising strength—Jordaing out an audible "oh!" that definitely wasn't disapproving. The wolfgirl crawled atop Jordan and began stripping Natalie's best friend without an ounce of subtlety. Her shirt came off first with all but a yank, a growl ing from the baalice's throat that was more animal than human. Her i definitely wasn't for Natalie's sake: she liked what she saw. That only had Natalie's heart smming faster.

  Shorts, bra, and panties followed, until there were two naked girls in front of Natalie. Malice leaned down to press her own series of kisses against Jordan—neck, theweeits, then dowomach, stopping only when she pced o press of lips an inch above her pussy. She leaned back up, e eyes intense on Jordan's, before turning to faatalie.

  "So," Malice asked Jordan, though holding Natalie's eyes. "You said you had something pnned?"