Enora grinned, showing her incomplete set of teeth when her arms shot to the sky and she exclaimed, “Lionel MacDonald changed schools! Yay!”
“Enora, pipe down,” Lucy reprimanded, trying not to make eye contact with any of the parents looking at her daughter either in bewilderment due to their unfamiliarity with her classmate’s name, or in amusement because their own pup had been victims to Lionel’s misbehavior as well.
Another pup not far away even threw his own arms up in the air and exclaimed “yay!” at Enora’s announcement, even though he’d already celebrated the day before when their class was told the news. Only then did Lucy have the courage to meet the other set of parents’ sheepish gaze and smile.
Ken was on Lucy’s lap when she chatted with Liam, her favorite nephew, who was already nine years old, picking up math and science taken by twelve-year-olds but was struggling in general studies since he spent most of his time in the scientific realm that he’d always failed to allocate enough time to keep up with the happenings of the kingdom.He only got a decent grade because his father was alpha and mother a luna and minister. Conversation on the kingdom’s affairs and those of the pack was normal at home, which was apparently enough for him to pass but never enough to score. He didn’t mind it, nor did his parents or favorite aunt, though his grandmother - ever the perfectionist and high achiever even at her current age - did suggest he try allocating more time for the subject. Liam tried it for three days before calling it quits and returning to the numbers an
The crowd howled in short, repeated intervals, encouraging the pups as they took their positions several feet away from the designated target boards, Enora’s head swung to find her family, lips breaking into a grin before her sights found Greg, and she gave him a wave.Greg waved back, a proud smile stretched across his face when he murmured, “Shoot them dead, sweetheart.”From his side, Sush questioned, “Isn’t it ‘knock them dead’?”Eyes never taken off Enora while she took her position with the other pups, he responded, “No, this isn’t about impressing anyone. It’s about literally shooting down the competition.”
“It must have taken a lot out of you,” Sush taunted with a smirk when they were in the car after dropping off Enora at the royal residence, promising to pick her up for ice-cream and a trip to the park next time. “It did. I felt like I gave off an arm,” Greg replied, recalling the way he had to lower himself to Little Blackfur’s level, swallow a sigh, hold back his dislike for the pup, and ask whether he could have the photos he wanted. All without scaring the child. And all of this could have been prevented had Sush simply asked on his behalf, which she didn’t. What made it worse was when she said it was unlike him to hide from a challenge. His plan B was to wait for the photos to circulate within the family then get them from the queen, but after what Sush said, it would just seem like he was running away from someone whose height didn’t even reach his stomach. Scoffing in amusement, Sush replied, “I think you’ll find the arm you lost was your pride. I wouldn’t worry about it not
“Oh! Oh!” The moans came in successive streams. Her smooth, straight hair was now sprawled on the quaking bed as the largest shaft she’d ever had filled her in ways that sent her to her climax quick, and the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen pumped into her like a deranged animal, his blue eyes carried the primitive glint - a hunger, a yearning, a desire - one that she hadn’t seen in her own husband’s eyes in decades.The moment her body arched and her walls clenched around him with a scream, his own body stilled as he grunted, cumming inside her, shooting deep.Without a condom.She insisted.And although Patterson’s standard practice was to never fuck without one, La
Sush, Patterson, and Greg paced down the white-tiled floors and passed the sea of green patients dotted only by the white beds and doctors and nurses in white.Valor received word from the hospital that Hazel was lucid for a good two hours a day since three days ago, and sent the two chiefs to ask about the events leading up to the incident the other day, about whether there was a system error and who she saw behind the computers. Several octopuses and chameleons had already interviewed the rest, but since this was Hazel - the Deputy Octopus - Valor insisted the chiefs went.Hazel was in green like the others, back against the bed frame cushioned by a pillow. She looked pale and her eyes were dull, the usual jubilant shine was no longer in sight as she stared out the window. The moment she heard footsteps approaching, her head swung
Valor defended Hazel when Sush and Patterson played the recording then disclosed their suspicions of her. The commander insisted that the Deputy Chief Octopus had only ever remained loyal to the hunters and would be the last person to lie or betray them. Refusing to authorize an immediate freeze over her access to the headquarters files and confiscation of her weapons, Valor “suggested” they look further into the matter and find “more plausible leads”. Not even Patterson, who’d been in the commander’s good books, could say anything to change his mind.After that unsuccessful discussion, Greg brought Sush to the archery range, telling her she deserved some time off which she wholly disagreed with at first, until - with eyes twinkling in mischief - he asked, “Are you sure you’re not in the mood? I checked the range schedule: it’s helium ball
“Six! That’s a new record,” one of them said. “He’s the best of the best, what d’you expect?” another praised. It was easy to see that the group of three men and two women were on a corporate gathering, and the one who was being bombarded praises looked like he had everyone under his thumb as he beamed and began his story - probably not for the first time - of how archery was a skill that had been in his family for generations, his grandfather being one of the best in the country and was once best in the world so “he supposed” he inherited the skill in some way, never needing to put that much effort yet still be good at it, at one point saying that he may even be better than a professional hunter, which prompted more ass-kissing from the over-agreeable people around him. Lilac eyes of mischief locked with Sush’s smiling, dark orbs when Greg asked, “What’s your record?” He was sure she was better. “Twenty,” she replied, a smirk slowly forming along her lips when she was getting an i
Back in the diplomatic residence, Greg parked in his usual lot and they unbuckled their seatbelts. He had already detected a faint whiff of her arousal on their way back, and smiled to himself knowing that - despite the hours at work and at the range - his octopus still had energy for an eventful night. Placing a quick kiss on Sush’s hand before letting it go, he was about to turn off the ignition - at which time the doors would automatically open - when Sush lunged at him from her seat and crashed her lips onto his before he could take out the key. Shocked and disorientated, it took him a moment before he began properly savoring the feeling of her tongue in his mouth as he brought her onto his lap, letting her legs spread across his waist as he held her by her hips. When he got his vehicle fully-tinted windows, the consideration was one of privacy for himself and safety for his nieces and nephew, not pleasure. In this moment, having her devouring him like a starved animal, he knew h