She-Wolf's Cub {PRIVATE}

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  • "You wanted to talk me about...?"



    Werewolves like Molly didn't really enjoy dealing with demons. Especially ones as manipulative as the Lust beings: Succubi and their brothers, Incubi. They could trick you up. Convince you to do unspeakable things. But given Molly's position, she couldn't turn down a meeting. The two's meeting was downstairs, in her living room. The tall brunette sat across from her guest on a loveseat. Senses prepared to tell truth from lies and detect her intentions.


    No, Molly isn't the pack leader. But she's something of a local, paranatural law enforcer.



  • "Well, I had a proposal for you." Lola tittered. She had stumbled upon this community of werewolves while wandering the countryside. She'd been working under a demon for a while, and was on her way to a promotion. Country bumpkins always seemed to be longing for something more, and many were the prime candidate for a demon such as herself. She'd wondered if the same applied to isolated communities of magical creatures. "As a werewolf, you know quite a bit of hybrids, I suppose..."


    (She's just coming right out with it. No shame, no subtlety.)

  • Molly nodded in agreement with an eyebrow raised. "Yes...As a matter of fact, I do. Some of the local Weres are part-human." Werecreatures born to a pure human and a Were were different. They had only one set form, for example; They could never develop another. They also did not have ALL the powers that came with being pure or bitten. Just whatever genetics/fate tossed their way. Some were even born with and developed animalistic qualities.


    But why would a Succubi wanna know all of this? From what she could sense, nothing exactly good but not exactly bad, either. "They're a mix-and-match deal. Some are strong, some are weak. Some can pass for human, some can't. Whatever powers they inherit is a gamble. I gotta ask: Why do you want to know?" her brown eyes narrowed slightly as she shifted her weight into a laying position.

  • "In my experience hybrids always have very interesting lives. They have a wonderful blending of history. Most specific subcategories of demons are some sort of hybrid." Lola informed her. "I recently began working under someone who is fascinated with hybrids. So I've been on a mission. And I happened to end up here." The succubus was perched on the arm, rather using the seat as intended. She had her wings and tail out, and this was more comfortable. "I have always found your species interesting. Everything seems so intense, and you tend to be rather passionate little things." she said, standing and sauntering across the room.
    "You're a rather powerful individual. A purebred werewolf, yes? I've observed you, and heard of you accomplishments. And you've been chosen. You are a prime example of what a werewolf should be. Powerful, but able to control it, and master others. It seems to me that you are the one truly keeping things together in this pack. For this reason, I deem you worthy. And it certainly helps that you're rather attractive." she said, slowly layering on her magic as the conversation ran on. She'd been working ever since the meeting began, but Molly hadn't seemed very bothered. Perhaps it was due to her role as an enforcer of magical law.

  • The brunette hung onto Lola's every word. Attention and interest tightly invested into the demoness. Molly couldn't help but be flattered. Her? Powerful? Well...She didn't want to brag, but...She DID have extraordinary control. Before her ego could get any bigger, luckily, Molly jerked herself back to reality. No. She was NOT going to be a brood mare. She didn't want to get pregnant PERIOD! "Th-Thank you for the praise. Really! But...I have to reject your..." Molly couldn't call it an offer, "Proposition."


    Any sane person or creature would've left the room FAST by now. Molly remained in her current position. The magic Miss Lola used was working, alright. The young woman just had strong resistance. That may not hold out. "I'm not ready to be a mom or do mom things. I'm not even sure if I'll ever be."

  • "You continue to amaze me, Molly." Lola said, now standing in front of her. "It is a shame that you limit yourself. Imagine the power your children could wield. The things they could do. And of course they'd listen to their beloved mother. How could they not?" Lola's magic was almost tangible now, and filled the room. It was almost as if the room was full of humidity. She reached for Molly's hand, holding and patting it with surprising gentleness. "But just because you don't wish to carry a child doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun. What do you say, darling?"


    (Sorry. I feel like a jerk, but it's an unavoidable fact that succubi are rapey and manipulative.)

  • She wanted to resist so BAD! For God's sake, Molly was an Alpha. They were powerful and strong and didn't submit. Demon magic changed that. Instead of furiously tossing her off, she gave a bob of her head. Lowering her eyes and generally looking more submissive than earlier. Deep under her surface, she cursed herself for being weak.

  • "I guarantee, you won't be disappointed in this experience." Lola purred, settling down next to her on the loveseat, still holding her hand. Physical contact usually strengthened her magic, but she rarely had to resort to it to charm someone. Then again, members of the supernatural community were generally harder to influence. But all that magic had been quite the effort. Nothing like a bit of sex to recharge.


    (How far exactly do you want to take this? You wanna do a timeskip or what? I'm fine with fully writing all this out, but I can't say I ever have in the past, so I dunno how great it would be. It's up to you.
    Also how public is this place? Is this Molly's grandparents' house or her own personal basement? What if someone walked in on them? XD)

  • (We shall skip to...Shortly after. What I mean is: A fellow packmember or merely a friend walks in on the pair just as Lola is finishing up/done. And it's actually Molly's place: A nice little/small ranch house)

  • (Gotta love that awkward aftermath.)


    "That was wonderful, darling." Lola moaned, licking her lips and grinning up at Molly. "But I'm afraid I hear someone knocking at your door." she said. Sure enough, seconds later there was the sound of a door opening, and someone walking around the first floor.
    "Molly?" the person called. "You here?" The voice sounded like a man, probably somewhere in his forties. "I wanted to talk with you..."

  • Everything at the moment was in a blur. Molly blinked as she slowly made her way back to reality. Okay...She was naked. Naked and laying in bed with Lola at the end. Her senses picked up many smells: Lola's unhuman scent, sex, and now fresh werewolf. A familiar werewolf, at that. Molly could guess pretty well who it was. The young woman mumble-shouted to the guest before she flung herself feet-first onto the floor.


    Luckily, her clothes hadn't gone far. She got dressed fast enough and dragged herself downstairs. Coming face-to-face with her father.

  • "Sorry, I had to talk to you about... Oh." Archie caught the smell of his daughter, and soon his gaze drifted to Lola, who had followed her downstairs and was leaning against the railing, still completely naked. "Sorry if I, uh, interrupted anything..." he mumbled awkwardly, finding it hard to look away from the succubus.


    "No worries, we were just finishing up." Lola said, winking.


    "I see. This is family business, so, if you wouldn't mind..."


    "Oh, I don't mind at all, darling. Go on." Lola said, staying right where she was.


    "I meant perhaps you could... Skedaddle. This is private."


    Lola shrugged, returning to the bedroom to start putting some of her clothes back on.


    "So what was that? If you don't mind me asking." Archie asked, then added "Isn't she the lady that's been pokin' around recently?"

  • "Mmwha? U-Uh...Yeah. I guess she is." Demon sex could leave a girl metaphorically hung-over. Even a werewolf girl with limitless stamina. Molly wasn't also that enthusiastic to be speaking with her Dad. For many, many, MANY reasons she wouldn't go over now. The haphazardly-dressed young woman added, "We...I THINK we had a talk. The two of us came to an agreement." She wouldn't tell him what. She was still trying to piece it back together herself.


    "Dad, why are you even here?" Did Molly sound rude? She most likely did.

  • "Well, I know things are still a bit... Strained between us..." Archie said, fidgeting with his fingers as he spoke. "As you know, your grandmother hasn't been doing so well lately. It's gotten bad enough that they're going to move her into a facility to better care for her. I'm sorry to spring this on you, but I thought you should know."


    Lola had slipped into the clothing that had been left upstairs, then headed back down. She caught a snatch of conversation and a slightly annoyed look from Archie before moving on down to the basement, where the rest of her things were.

  • Molly sighed heavily, head drooping for a split second. She'd been well aware her Grams had been getting older and frailer. Soon enough, there'd be one more fatality to Molly's list of lost loved ones. A crazy part of her even blamed Archie for tragedy. Every-time they talked, it seemed, bad things would happen. "Anything ELSE?" she snapped a bit.

  • "Well... Without mom around and most of the money going to medical bills, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up the payments on her house. At least, not alone." Archie said, feeling as though he was standing on very thin ice. "And... I was thinking it would be better if we maybe sold one of the houses and moved in together."

  • Molly snapped fully out of hr haze, if only to debate whether to refuse her father or not. Living with him was not a desirable situation. But she couldn't leave him to the cold. "Alright. Y-You can...Stay with me." she also felt submissive from the lingering magic of Lola.


  • "R-really!?" Archie asked, rather shocked. "I though you'd say no for sure... This means so much to me, darlin'! Thank you!" he said, flashing a smile. "But, uh, just a few more questions... Well, the first one is, uh, is that... Lady... Gonna be stayin here too?"


    Almost as if she had been summoned by the question, Lola was once more climbing the stairs. "Why, I believe that's up to Molly. But wouldn't that just be an interesting party?" she asked, giggling. "Three generations all under the same roof? Almost like a family! How wonderful it would be to bond over this."


    (RIP)

  • Oh! That reminded Molly: She had a pest problem to handle. She whirled around quickly to grab Lola. "Nope! Sorry!" she quickly ushered the other woman back towards the front door. Having her Dad around could be adaptable. An annoying woman who DID something to her...Nuh-uh. Upon reaching the front, Molly used a free hand/arm to open it.

  • "You could have simply told me you did not wish me to stay here, darling." Lola said, giggling as she was pushed out of the house. "I'll be sure to check in to see how you're doing later."


    (You ever think about how "you" and "you're" can be singular or plural?)