TheWildOne

"Underneath the surface there is so much you need to know. And you might feel like you're drowning but its what I need to let go.. Tell me what you've got to break down the walls. You just might need dynamite. Tell me what you've got to break down the walls. Kick senseless my defenses. Tell me what your gonna do, I need you to light the fuse. Tell me what you've got to break down the walls. You just might need dynamite...

[fknxalice]

Drakon was struggling to organize the medical records since he’d taken over the hospital wing. There were some supernaturals that needed medical attention but majority of the files he had were for humans. It made sense since they can’t heal themselves if their collar was taken off. He both heard and sensed someone standing in the doorway of his office. “What can I do for you?” He finally put down the file he held and looked up. 

[devonthewildone]

Even with a head lack and what was probably a broken wrist, or hand, Devon was struggling like a caged animal as the guards, three of them to be exact, carried her into the hospital. The chateau medic had not been qualified enough for a broken bones and the second the chief guard had announced they wanted her to go to the hospital, chaos had ensued. God how she hated hospitals. All the fucking shitty memories that threatened to explode and overtake her mind at the mere smell of an ER. So she had refused, which of course had not ended well. When the guards came to a halt, Devon was breathless and she had screamed herself hoarse. Being set on her feet she was forced forward to an office door, told to go inside. Surrounded on all sides, with no other option but to stalk inside the office. “Apparently I have to be treated and you’re the one they refer to as ‘the expertise’ around here.” she said, shooting the guards a icy look as she all but kicked the office door shut in their faces. It was not as if she planned on attacking this all too handsome, polite male doctor, but if she was to be here she had a right to privacy from their prying eyes. Grimacing as she crossed the floor, she came to a halt by his desk, using the furniture for support. “I’d do just about anything not to be in a friggin hospital, so can we please make this quick?” Her temper and unease was making politeness a challenge at the moment. 

[devonthewildone]

“You wanted to speak with me boss?” Devon half stated, half asked as she entered Selena’s office after having knocked twice. She was slightly hesitant as to what this might regard. It could be about her work at the club. It could be slightly more personal, considering how they had flirted and hooked up a few times. The uncertainty made the werewolf a little apprehensive as she stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her for good measure. No matter what was about to happen or what words were about to be exchanged between the two, she wanted it to be in confidence. Despite the odd tension, she could not help but send Selena a slight but visible, playful smile. So far, being alone with the witch always lead to an happy ending.

@mxtalwvtch

[devonthewildone]

dragoness-nephthys‌:

Nephthys smiled faintly at the woman, her ease with the situation and almost eagerness to be what the dragon needed helping to calm the flurry of odd emotions she was dealing with.  The distracting conversation was helpful as well, the dragon’s spirit slowly settling.  “I was a harem girl.  Barely any clothing, and I’ll admit I wasn’t out on the floor of the party much….much too many attractive people to play with.  What were you?  I’m sure you were lovely.”  Nephthys led her up the steps of a modest home with plenty of trees and space around it, the dragon preferring the wilds to the cluster of the city and the simplicity of the home showed that.  Stepping inside she immediately had the slave pinned to the wall, the light of her inner fire in her eyes for a few moments before she controlled herself again.  “What do you want me to do to you?”  The question was asked sharply, with need in her gaze as she looked at Devon intently, demanding an answer.

Devon had no great conviction she could keep Nephthy’s calm for a long period of time. She usually had no such effect on others, weren’t the person to keep them at ease or relaxed. The fact that she was currently succeeding did seem to be some sort of lucky coincidence rather than skill. However it was not for a lack of trying. This wouldn’t be the first time when Devon succumbed to pleasing a master or mistress, knowing she could get something out of doing so. Usually that was her main motivation for behaving civilly and calmly with them. This dragon made her curious though, made her want to learn more, see more. She liked her and thought of her as more of an ally than an enemy. So she didn’t wish her any ill will. Had no desire to watch her fall apart. That might change if this encounter turned violent. “I would have given a lot to see that, though I am sure you had to look absolutely stunning. No wonder you had a range of people to play with. Why thank you. I was the Big bad wolf. My boss wanted me to be a match to her Red ridinghood costume.” Walking up the steps, Devon noted how wild the nature and plants around the house of the dragon was. The smell of pine trees had the wolf wishing she could linger outside, though she didn’t falter in her step. Once she found herself pinned to the wall, Devon could not help but smirk flirtatiously at Nephthys. “You do whatever you want with me. Though I will admit I have yearned for you to fuck me since the day we first met.” 

[devonthewildone]

dragoness-nephthys‌:

“Good.  I was likely taking you home with me anyways.”  Taking the woman’s hand, she hoped Devon could handle her this well for the whole evening.  The calm, carefree way she was dealing with her mood was soothing, and the dragon’s grip managed to not be crushingly tight as she led them back towards the edge of town where her home was.  At the very least she needed to be naked with the woman and soon, then she’d hopefully decide if she wanted blood or pleasure.  “Talk to me.”

“Like I’ve said before, lucky me.” Devon smiled with ease as she felt Nephthys close her fingers around her own. The dragon had never scared the werewolf, quite the opposite. She had always intrigued her and filled her with a certain lust and desire. The fact that she was in a poor mood, not entirely able to decide whether or not to unleash her temper or give in to her own bodily needs added a certain rush of adrenaline as they walked down the street. The knowledge that anything could happen excited Devon, in a manner she hadn’t felt in a good while. “I looked for you at the halloween party. Mostly because I was curious to see what you would go as and how that might look on you. My costume was fairly boring, though I did look decent enough.” 

[devonthewildone]

dragoness-nephthys‌:

Devon was certainly lovely, and the dragon was glad of it.  Made her more inclined to like her, and therefore increased her odds of surviving the evening with the restless mistress.  “Possibly, though I’ll warn you I’m in a rare mood tonight.  Just as likely to burn you as fuck you long and hard. Willing to risk it?”  She lifted an eyebrow, a part of her wanting a fight and the other wanting to just drown the aggression in pleasure.  Her nature called for blood sometimes, and Nephthys wasn’t one to want to indulge that unnecessarily. 

Nephthys was incredibly attractive, if only not more so in this very moment, looking as if she couldn’t decide whether to tear something, possibly someone to pieces, or drown in something quite carnal. Hearing her warning, the wolf only shrugged. “I mean I’d prefer the latter but I’ll take my chances.” She replied in an rather easygoing tone. The mistress would not be the first volatile personality Devon had encountered, and she was unlikely to be the last. And while the wolf herself could be fairly fiery and wild, she had lately found it easier to lean on her more carefree, high spirited attitude. Life here wasn’t entirely miserable and she would enjoy what parts of it she could. “Lead the way.” 

[dragoness-nephthys]

Nephthys was in a wild mood tonight, the usually light and flirty Mistress practically prowling as she moved through the streets.  She either wanted to rip something to bloody shreds or fuck someone till they couldn’t anymore, and the dragon wasn’t sure to which side her mood would fall.  Moving down the streets at night, a person moving in her peripheral caught her attention and she turned, sharp eyes locked on them.  “You.  What are you doing this evening?”  Even if it was someone she didn’t know, it could be a slave she could sate these needs with, or a Master who had a good suggestion or an appetite of their own.

[devonthewildone]

As per usual in her outdoor time, Devon had taken to the streets, doing her best to get to know the city. If she did, one day she could find its weak spots and use them to her advantage. Her biggest objective being to escape it for good. It was what most would call an impossible feat of course, but the werewolf was determined to keep at it until she one day succeeded. Though after another round around another block, she was growing restless and somewhat uninterested, about to head back to her cell when the familiar dragon came upon her. Giving her an easy smile Devon gave a shrug. “Not much, possibly spending it with you?” she half assumed, half suggested as their eyes met. 

[devonthewildone]

elderdamien‌:

What made some Masters think that those slaves that didn’t have a mind of their were the best slaves, Damien didn’t understand. He found those kinds of slaves boring and weak. They had no spark that kept his interest for long. Sometimes he used them for a quick feed, but the ones he used over and over again were those like Devon. Those that had no problem getting dirty. “Good girl,” He groaned, glad that his instinct in coming into her cell hadn’t been wrong. There were times when he found himself picking the wrong kind of slave, one that would get clingy and think he owed them something after he fucked them like this. So far, he was right about Devon and hoped that she wouldn’t turn into one of those either. Watching her struggle, her body visibly tensing up from how much she was refusing to just give in and give him what he wanted, Damien was impressed and transfixed by her. He stared right into her eyes, not letting up for a single second as he pumped his three fingers right into her without ever pulling back on his force. “You know what you have to do, little wolf. Just ask. Ask and maybe I will let you,” He reminded her as she began to beg, watching the way she was becoming so deliciously desperate for that release. His cock was rock hard, wanting to sink deeply into her and feel her walls contracting around his size like they were his fingers right now. But he was patient. She wouldn’t get to experience that until she said what she needed to say. “It’s four words. Four simple words. May. I. Please. Cum.” Each word he accentuated with a firm thrust of his three digits into her. He chuckled as she yelled, shaking his head with amusement at just how quickly he’d managed to get her to this point. “That’s not what I told you to do, so no.” His voice remained calm, fingers moving steady. She had one of two choices, either ask like he told her to or be forced to orgasm without permission. And that would be mean punishment, something that Damien had no issue performing on the wolf slave.

Each time she managed to push back from the edge, Devon felt like she was going insane. Her body was yearning for release in such a keen way that her mind was blank of anything else. And each build was followed by deep, longing groans and moans, as her body shook and trembled, her thighs in particular. The longer she held off, the more painful it became. Not to mention that each edge seemed to take a little more strength from her, rendering her weaker and weaker. God she should just let go. Should just cum and face his wrath. But for some stupid reason she wanted to succeed. To be strong enough to withstand what he had in store for her. Not to mention that she refused to break. Was it pathetic that she liked the groaned phrase leaving his lips? That she wanted to hear him say it again? His pace, his digits, his words, none showed her any mercy. So far, he had shown no sign of backing down, requiring but one thing, but as she found out a moment later, in a specific wording. What the hell was wrong with what she’d said!? She thought desperately, another grimace flitting across her features as she held off yet another orgasm. The urge to yell some more became more pressing, staring right back at him with a clenched jaw, her muscles wound so tight she was unsure whether or not she’d stay on her feet if that inevitable release either came on its own, or was granted her. Twisting slightly, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she growled low in her throat. “Fine! May I please cum!?” Her voice husky with need yet still showing traces of stubbornness, even as she spoke the words he were so persistently demanding in trade. If he said no this time, she was all too sure she would not have the strength to hold off any longer. 

[devonthewildone]

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Devon didn’t entirely know what it was about Damien that encouraged her to be so direct and play to her sultry and flirtatious sides. In part it had to do with how rough he could be and how great of a lay he was. She was well aware that it had a big part to play. But it also had to do with how he didn’t expect this ridiculous level of obedience. Nor seemed to dislike her fiery nature and free spirited attitude. Some males walked around as if women, slaves or not, were inferior to them. As if they had nothing to offer but would be taken and used as nothing but slutty dolls for their amusement. Devon couldn’t stand those type of guys. Who expected nothing from women but silence. Besides, she happened to enjoy herself with Damien. The banter and playfulness, the opportunity to tease and flirt shamelessly. “Why I do believe it might.” She shot back confidently. It was downright nice of him to keep his hands mostly to himself at the moment. She didn’t know how much he did care, but at least it was enough to not want to get her in trouble right here and now. Giving a slight nod, Devon didn’t want to focus on what might happen if she was caught with him though. Instead she wanted to see what his reaction to her words would be like. She had the distinct feeling he would respond well to her naming herself his. If anything she hoped it would prompt him to want time alone with her later on, to keep dominating her like he had the last time. “Yes, all yours.” Her grin was infectious and mischievous. Excitement glowed in her eyes as he took her hand and moved rapidly trough the crowd, gunning for the VIP section. Devon knew there would be plenty of private rooms for them to occupy. 

[devonthewildone]

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Devon grinned, flipping a long lock of her hair over her shoulder. “Oh come on don’t be like that.” she continued to tease. She had no doubt what so ever that Selena would remain crafty until the day she died. Which if Devon wasn’t wrong, was a very long time. Though the wolf did also consider herself fairly creative and crafty when she wanted to be. For Selena’s sake she hoped the night would continue to run smoothly and become all that the witch had imagined it to be on a professional level. “I’m glad, and consider myself one lucky lady to have your undivided attention.” The werewolf were sure the teasing was about to build up to something. What she didn’t know, but she was ready for what might come. Being allowed to touch Selena like she pleased was the biggest bonus of the evening this far. Lifting a slender brow, Devon watched as Selena disappeared and reappeared. A small laugh left the werewolf as she eyed the witch predatorily across the room, their eyes locking before Devon gave chase, tracking the red cape in the crowd. 

[devonthewildone]

fckmefallon‌:

Fallon’s breath hitched when Devon’s thumb grazed over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck!” Came her breathless response. The she wolf rolled her hips against the brunette’s fingers, forcing them impossibly deep inside of her. Moments like this, mostly with Devon, made her think for a moment that she was her own woman and not a slave to be used for whatever they pleased. The blonde grinded her thigh against Devon’s own bundle of nerves, feeling the wetness against her bare skin even through the costume Devon wore. “You feel so fucking good.” Her breathless rasp was so sexy, with the thick Australian accent making it even more so. 

Devon easily lost herself to the rhythm her fingers were setting and the soft, slick feel of Fallon’s pussy creaming around her fingers and her lovely juice dripping onto her hand. The feel of it gathering, slowly pooling in her palm made the wolf want to crouch to her knees to taste, but for the time being she paced herself, allowing the needy wolf to somewhat control her own arousal with her hips rolling eagerly. She felt her own, increasingly soppy pussy tighten at the feel of Fallon’s thigh grinding against her, the shewolf herself prompted to roll her hips and grind back. Her raspy voice was such a turn on, causing Devon’s own voice to drop to sultry tones. “God what a fine, wet mess you are.” she murmured, teasingly flicking Fallon’s clit again. “How does that feel baby? Or how about this?” She asked just as she slid a third finger into her tight cunt. 

[devonthewildone]

elderdamien‌:

Tonight Damien had been feeding off of all the sexual energy in the room, not to mention the slaves he’d managed to already have his fun with. But when he spotted Devon, he was drawn to her. After their last time together, he had found her much more satisfying that many of the other slaves he’d been with. With his hands on her hips, he kept his body close to her back, slowly snaking them around her waist to rest his hands on her stomach. “That sounds terrible. Bored and restless is no way to enjoy a party like this,” He responded, one hand lifting up to move her hair back from her neck to expose it to him and then returned his hand to rest near his other. “Interesting and rather fun. There’s so many of you to play with and I’m feeling rather strong right now,” He spoke low near her ear, growling under his breath when he felt her pushing back into him. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

Devon was good at partying, but not so much at huge events like these. She did well at smaller parties, bars and clubs. When you were with a group or going out simply to test the waters and see what might happen. At this party she was not supposed to stray too far from her mistress and boss, and those who did not have a date were mandated to work. Meaning anyone she’d like to talk with were pretty busy most of the night. So far Selena had popped by enough that the werewolf did not feel overlooked, though her attention was a bit tricky to keep when time spent was short. It was far too easy to appreciate the feel of Damien’s hands on her hips and then stomach. His gifts were certainly part of it, but not the focus. The male had looks and was just as confident as Devon. “Its not a great start no.” she agreed, licking her lips. Well aware of the fact that Selena could catch glimpse of them she kept mostly still. They were currently in too public of a space for her to make any more moves. “Got a decent fill for tonight I bet.” She chuckled a bit, her expression feigning innocence when he asked the million dollar question. “I could ask you the same thing sir. If my mistress of the evening were to catch sight of us I would be the one taking the fall. Slowly, Devon turned around in his arms, leaning in to speak in his ear. “Just how badly do you want your little wolf, hm?” 

[elderdamien]

@devonthewildone

Well aware that Devon was at the party with the women who had thrown this shindig, Damien hadn’t been looking for the wolf. But he had spotted her a few times, only to get distracted by another. That was until further into the night when he had just let one slave a shivering mess in the VIP section, making him feel rather strong and energized. And so when he stepped out and his eyes fell onto Devon across the club, he just smirked to himself and decided to finally not let anyone get in his way of getting to enjoy his favorite wolf, no matter who she was here with tonight. Weaving his way carefully through the crowd, he came up behind her in that skimpy wolf’s costume and placing his hands on her hips. “How’s my needy little wolf tonight? Having fun?” He leaned in to speak into her ear, his fingers curling around her waist as his frame pressed against her back.

[devonthewildone]

For the time being Devon was on her own again as Selena tended so some minor snag that had come up. The witch might have told her what as she left, but at the moment the werewolf couldn’t remember what it had been. Four or five drinks in, her short time memory was not doing so well. Regardless she didn’t think the witch would be long. Or rather she hoped not. For one, being a plus one to a party and then standing too long by yourself was somewhat discouraging. And secondly, she was trying not to fill that alone time with free booze. She had just fixed her gaze on a couple not far from her who seemed to be having a rather heated argument, when a pair of hands, distinctly male, grabbed her hips. “Bored and restless. But yes, parts of the night have been more than worth remembering.” She replied in a relaxed and lazy tone, a half amused, half curious smile on her lips. “How’s your night been Mr rough and demanding?” She teased back, purposefully strutting, pressing her ass against his bulge. 

[devonthewildone]

fckmefallon‌:

Fallon’s lips pressed against Devon’s until a breathy gasp escaped from deep in her throat. Her pussy gripped the brunette’s finger, grinding her thigh against Devon. “Fuck, always.” Her response was short but her words were filled with passion. Agile fingers wrapped themselves in brown waves, mussing the hat a bit that contained the ears of her costume. “Fuck me like we’re not here.” Her voice raspy with desire. She tried to thrust her hips into Devon’s finger but it wasn’t enough. It never felt like enough. 

A slight smirk appeared on Devon’s own lips as Fallon’s sweet gasp reached her ears. God she loved how wet and tight the shewolf would get for her, and how her pussy would milk her finger without being asked or told. “Mmmh, such a hungry little pussy you have.” She teased, bringing her thumb close to rub along Fallons slick slit before sliding the digit in between her folds, barely grazing her clit in one feather light swipe. “Babe, I’ll fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.” She whisperingly promised, her own breathing too shallow to muster more volume at the moment. Making sure to coat her pointy finger first, Devon thrust that second finger into Fallon, sliding those two in and out of her sweet little hole, beginning to curve them when she was able to reach in deeper. 

[devonthewildone]

mxtalwvtch‌:

There would always be one in Selena’s heart who consumed it, owned it. Erik had his place in her life and it couldn’t be refuted, but the two witches had always had an understanding with one another. They played with other’s together in the past, hardly alone even if their faith in one another was unshakeable. But then Erik had been taken from her and Selena had taken affection and the blissful ecstasy of passion from others to try and fill the hole his departure had left. She’d never thought she’d see him again until he’d come to the city and it had left things complicated for her in some ways. When she’d met Devon, almost set her eyes and appetites on the wolf, Selena had thought Erik dead, now he was back and things were different. It didn’t mean she didn’t want Devon any less, or Erik, Selena wanted them together if anything. 

“Have you ever thought me anything else?” Selena joked playfully, enjoying their light atmosphere. She nodded at the familiar nickname, aware the dancers had them for many different people. “Yep, maybe I’ll get some party favours from him later for us, but later. I do still have this event to run.” Selena smiled. She watched, heart almost beating a little faster when Devon drew closer, smirking around the rim of her glass as the wolf spoke. “I don’t doubt your talents or your dedication.” Selena purred, raising one hand to trace slim fingers down Devon’s neck slow. “But shouldn’t the Wolf catch Red first?” She teased playfully. 

Devon didn’t know if her heart would belong to one person alone for eternity. Many had those kinds of people in their lives, who owned their hearts, who they would do anything for, logic, sense and self preservation be damned. And while she might love, and she would kill and go to to extreme lengths for, it was always to a point. To a certain line she had drawn many years ago. Or perhaps she’d always had it. A point where she had to put herself first, or save herself, or cut whoever it was out of her life. It was why being faithful to one person seemed so absurd to her. When you were willing to give so much to another, she felt like they had to be someone you expected and desperately wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Which was why she considered the non-exclusivity part of being a slave as the one true benefit. Anyone might rent her, but she could also sleep around without remorse or guilt. Looking at the sexy, bossy witch, she felt neither for wanting her. 

“No I can’t say I have, though I’ll admit I had my doubts about how crafty you were capable of being.” She replied in that same teasing manner. It was a pleasant relief to otherwise intense days, to be having a light conversation such as this one. “Now wouldn’t that be a rare treat. Yes, well you’ll let me know when your duties ceases so we can have some uninterrupted fun.” She said, patient but not lacking enthusiasm for when that part of the evening might come. She could not help but grin at the words of reply she was getting. “That’s good, I don’t want you to have any doubts. As for a hunt, I’ll have you know I’m excellent at it, and you are definitely worth the chase. Though why do I need to catch you, when I already have you?” She prompted, playfully placing a hand on Selena’s lower back, allowing the hand to slide down to fondle the mistress’s ass. 

[devonthewildone]

mxtalwvtch‌:

Selena often thought about what her and Devon had shared together in the private dance room. She found herself sometimes watching the wolf a little longer than needed on the nights she worked and so when Selena had considered bringing a date to the party Devon had been her first choice. She couldn’t help but admire the wolf now in the costume Selena had picked for her. It certainly accentuated all the features Selena really liked and gave the witch a nice view to enjoy. She wasn’t so strict as to have Devon remain at her side like some loyal puppy, but she did like having the wolf close, it almost helped Selena relax when she started to fall into boss mode. 

“Don’t tempt me to get us on shots already, I was saving that for later.” Selena teased with a smile. “Oh and I’m sure there are drugs somewhere in the club right now, Niall won’t miss selling them tonight of all nights.” The witch mused, her smile turning playful and sensual when Devon mentioned a private show. “I wouldn’t say no, the last one you gave me was very memorable, I need to make sure you’re keeping up such a high standard of dedication.” She purred. 

Devon wasn’t often prone to denying herself what she desired or lusted for. Whether it be a person, a thing, a feeling. It was what made her somewhat reckless, often impulsive and hard to pin down. While she was quick to give out her heart, she had always wondered how others could hold on to their loyalty and faith to one person alone. The thought of it often felt suffocating. As if being shut in a box with small holes, denied the freedom to roam and act without boundaries keeping you in one place. Dancing on stage came with that instant powerful feeling of liberation, of being the only one in charge of your own path, your own body, your own mind. And more than once the shewolf had noticed her boss’s lingering glances. While she hadn’t told a soul, being asked to the party by Selena had left her feeling nothing but excited and filled with a wild sense of anticipation. So what if she didn’t get to choose her own costume? This one did her body all the favors an outfit could, enhancing her shapes and leaving little to the imagination. Being on stage in far less clothing, Devon didn’t care.

“Oh really. How positively sly of you, having a plan in place already.” Devon playfully responded, her answering smile warm. “The VIP-demon? So that’s his deal.. but ugh, no, I’m not going there. At least not alone.” She shook her head a little, using the Nebula dancer’s nickname for the male in question. She’d heard his name before, they all had, and yet they stuck to nicknames, just to be safe. Selena’s tone drew Devon in close, she hardly had to think, her body moved to diminish the distance between them instantly. “You know I’ll aim to make each one more memorable than the next, that way I’ll know you’ll be wanting more. Oh I’m very dedicated boss. You can bet on it.” She murmured that last part, her voice deep and husky, vibrating with a certain animalistic lust. 

[devonthewildone]

fckmefallon‌:

Fallon didn’t want Devon to get in trouble for disappearing but she couldn’t seem to care. Not right now, not with the brunette in her arms, kissing her. Her costume left little to the imagination and so wherever Devon’s hands grazed, her skin raised with goosebumps. “I’m sorry.” She spoke, breathless through kisses. It wasn’t the most romantic thing in the world, trying to catch a quicky in a toilet stall but they were both slaves and they had to take advantage of moments when they had them. The blonde pushed a knee between Devon’s legs, her costume had no skirt or much of anything covering her center. 

There was no doubt in Devon’s mind that if this was what Fallon needed, to be reassured that she was the only girl currently occupying her heart, then the risk of getting caught, of being noted as absent or punished for disappearing without giving word was well worth it. At that very moment she had no care in the world, and all she desired was the blonde she was so ferociously kissing. “Shut up, you don’t have to apologize to me.” She muttered back, having to split the sentence in two in order to say it all. Talking while getting lost in each others lips was never an easy feat. And while this might not be the best way to make up for the state of things, they ought to take the time for these small moments whenever they could. Parting her knees, Devin easily slipped a hand underneath Fallon’s short skirt, her fingers deftly pushing her underwear aside to rub the silken skin of her tender slit. She sighed heavily against the blondes lips as her index finger breached the shewolfs folds, dipping into her tight hole. “Always so tight for me baby.” Devon breathed.

[devonthewildone]

mxtalwvtch‌:

Being the host for this years Halloween Event meant Selena was rather busy, but the witch still found time to enjoy the party herself. Everything about the night had to be perfect, down to the finer details. She’d renovated the club with a little magic herself so that inside it looked like a haunted ballroom and haunted house rather than the burlesque club’s usual decor. She was very pleased with her chosen plus one, Devon had been a favourite amongst Selena’s girls and so it had been no choice at all to give the wolf the night off to accompany Selena as her “Big Bad Wolf”. Maybe the costume choice was a little on the nose but so far Devon didn’t seem to mind. Selena chuckled at Devon’s comment, smiling around the fancy cocktail she’d gotten them both. “I’m almost curious to see what that looks like.” She teased, in a good mood making the witch far less ‘uptight’ as she usually could seem. “I don’t mind a little unpredictability so I’ll keep plying you with drinks for a while longer.” She smirked. 

Devon hadn’t expected to have Selena by her side all evening, knowing just a fraction of how much had gone into organizing this entire event. She wouldn’t be surprised if the witch did not have a lot of time to unwind and actually enjoy the party she had put together. Though regardless she was both pleased and curious to be here as her date. It was a kind of reassurance that she was doing well as an employee. However, Devon being Devon, she cared more to know if the time they had spent together behind closed doors had left the witch craving more. Being a star employee was all well and good, but it wouldn’t get her as far as being a top pick sexual partner. Taking a sip trough her straw, Devon noted the vodka in the drink. No amount of flavor could entirely cloak that taste. Truly they were starting out hard. “Almost is right. Its kinda true how some say that your true crazy shows while under the influence. Lucky there isn’t any drugs around, or I’d be more worried.” She was only half joking. The combo had been a favorite, though also dangerous one for the werewolf back in her youth. “And who am I to refuse free booze.” Devon grinned. “If I do feel the need to give you a show though, I’d like to do so in private.” She winked at the witch, holding her gaze.