บท 62: Wolf's Bitch
'You will forever live under your sister's shadow.'
The wounds that the Grand Wizard's word's inflicted bit deep, striking bone.
Sitting at her desk inside her home office, Melsa's fingers laid on her temple, her teeth clenched.
In her anger, Melsa grabbed a vase resting on her desk and threw it into her wall.
The violence did nothing to alleviate her frustration, it seems she would need a 'stronger' form of remedy than just throwing vases. Intoxication should do the trick.
From under her drawer, Melsa grabbed a bottle of what appeared to be dragon's kiss whiskey. Iceless, she filled her glass and downed it one swing.
Its usual suaveness was missing along with the ice, but she poured another one. The bitterness that rolled down her tongue would soon give way to inebriation, and that is what's going to help her forget her feelings of inadequacy. Only if for a night.
The door creaked open.
The 8 foot tall woman had to lower herself a bit just to get into the room.
Approaching Melsa was an alluring woman with grey skin and flowing hair like a dark waterfall. Her eyes were a deep pool of blue. She wore a gorgeous brown coat that meshed well with her tremendous height. Her demeanor was as cold as the ice that was missing from Melsa's drink.
Right as Melsa was about ingest another drink, the woman's hand stopped her.
Melsa gave the woman a death glare, "What do you think you're doing, Vicious?"
"Stopping you from drinking."
"Perhaps I've let you become too comfortable with our relationship. Let go, your owner demands it."
"No."
As a consequence, the swift 'No' prompted a swift retaliation from Melsa, her left hand grabbed the bottle's neck and smashed it into Vicious' head…
"Wait, Vicious, what are you doing!? Let me down this instant!"
…But that too had its consequence, Vicious suddenly grabbed the woman by her underarms and pinned her to the wall.
With the behemoth of a woman towering over Melsa, the alchemist blushed red and it wasn't due to the alcohol. She couldn't help but feel overpowered.
Right before Melsa's eyes, the wound that she caused healed, while Vicious gazed at her with her cold stare. Werewolves may be durable enough to ignore wounds from arrows, but they do not regenerate. It signified that Vicious was different from their kind…or she was MADE to be.
"Now tell me, Melsa, what happened?"
Under the grey woman's scrutinizing gaze, Melsa's resistance collapsed.
"Caduceus, he…he told me that I'll never be as good as my sister."
"And you believed that crazy wizard? I've told you time and time again never to fall for his bullshit. I know for certain that your creations are far better than your sister, after all, you created me."
Vicious' remark made Melsa bloom a faint smile. The woman's words didn't numb the pain like alcohol would, but they made her chest experience an emotion that buried the inadequacy that she felt.
If Melsa would be brazen and admit it, it would be affection.
"You've made your point, now let me down."
"You expect me to let you off scot-free after smashing a bottle into my head?"
Melsa gulped, she could see the ferocity brewing deep within Vicious' calm stare. Melsa was fucked, or rather she is about to be.
"I only hit you because I know it won't do anything to you!"
"A lousy excuse. Your mouth, open it." Vicious commanded.
When did their relationship get warped like this? Was it when Melsa gave in to her lust and slept with her experiment? A creature that Melsa was supposed to have complete dominion over, was now giving her an order as if she was the grey woman's underling and not the other way around. What's even worse, Melsa's heart was telling her to obey.
Satisfied with seeing Melsa's mouth agape, for the first time since their conversation, Vicious' lips cracked into a smug grin.
With Vicious' powerful tongue combined with their size difference, it was only natural that Melsa's appendage would be thrown around like it was a cobra trying to tangle with an anaconda. Needless to say, it's evident who would be on top.
Their tongues coiled and coiled until Melsa could only think about how much she wanted the grey woman in front of her.
Sensing that her partner was already light headed, Vicious broke their torrid kiss.
"Do you want me to continue?"
A question that Vicious already knew the answer to. She only asked to hammer home to Melsa that she was in dire need of Vicious' touch.
After a weak nod, Vicious effortlessly untangled Melsa's clothes as if she was opening a present.
Without a word, Vicious swept all of Melsa's books and ledgers on the table directly to the floor.
"Vicious, careful! Those ledgers are important…aah!"
With Melsa's neck held by Vicious left hand, Melsa's words were cut short as she was forcefully laid and bent onto the table with her behind sticking out.
A woman of few words, Vicious let her actions speak, and it spoke to Melsa that she should shut the fuck up.
Then, two of Vicious slender but meaty fingers slowly slid into Melsa's already wet cunt. Vicious let out a chuckle upon finding out so. A chuckle to let Melsa know how much of a slut she was.
Vicious' fingers moved, Melsa moaned.
Melsa's knees were now as soft as slime, they had long given up as the twin intruders inside her cunt pistoned in and out. The only thing keeping Melsa on the table was Vicious' powerful grip on her neck.
The salacious sound of slopping flesh mixed with Melsa's whimpers echoed in the room. Melsa could get as loud as she wants, the place was her estate after all.
As Melsa felt her climax approaching, a ludicrous question came from Vicious, but even that wasn't enough to snap Melsa out from the pleasure.
"Tell me, Melsa, whose bitch are you?"
Melsa didn't want to answer, she was about to climax soon, she was already shamed by being woman-handled by her lab experiment, must Vicious shame her some more?
"Answer me."
The grey woman's tone was cold-blooded. Dominating. Powerful. Vicious didn't need to raise her voice to let Melsa know that she was her woman, her mate.
"Yours! I'm your bitch!" As the words of admission parted from Melsa's lips, a pleasurable ripple coursed from Melsa's head to toes.
Vicious grinned, "And don't you ever forget that."
Vicious carried Melsa and dropped her to the nearby couch.
While Melsa laid naked, still recoiling from the shame and ecstasy, she had thought of how her twin would react if she knew how much Vicious debased her every time they would have sex. Drilling into Melsa that she was a wolf's bitch.
Selma would no doubt kill Vicious. But Selma wouldn't find out.
Because Melsa would never tell.
As Vicious rearranged the ledgers and books into Melsa's, her thoughts wandered how their relationship had become so. The quest she took was to kill Melsa, the heartless alchemist of the 'First Fallen' cult.
Vicious Cloud realized that Melsa might be wicked, but heartless she was not. When Vicious posed as a willing specimen to be experimented upon, she witnessed firsthand how Melsa's heart was constantly plagued by inadequacy. It would've been easy to tear her down back then, but Vicious did the opposite, she always reminded her that Melsa's chimeras are in no way inferior to her twin sister's creations. A self deprecating grin marked Vicious's mug. What a lousy assassin she was, falling for her mark.
With Melsa's desk tidied up, Vicious heard her mate get up, Melsa started to put her clothes back.
"Come with me, Vicious."
"Where?"
"To the lab, I'm going to make sure you're in top form for tomorrow's battle."
Although Vicious was her regular stoic self, her words did all the teasing, "Are you worried about me?"
"No, I'm just making sure my most prized experiment doesn't get killed."
Melsa might hide it, but like her mate, her actions spoke louder than words. She cared for Vicious
"So that's a yes."
"NO! I'm not arguing with you, just follow me."
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