A Party forms pt.1

A/N: Oh my, I have yet another **** NTR story idea. I won't start a third one, or I'll never get any drawing done. The idea is that the MC, his girlfriend, his mom, and his sister get teleported to another world and are lied to about the reason for their presence there. They are told they are needed to help fight demons. Still, in reality, they've been brought to this world because outsiders possess valuable abilities that can be exploited for profit, either by training them as slaves or exploiting them in other ways. The MC is the only one who gains no power or superhuman stats. At the same time, his family and girlfriend are bestowed with abilities that the kingdom intends to exploit, possibly turning them into sex slaves. The MC's lack of magic here is because back in their world, he was an esper with all sorts of psionic powers, but this new world lacks an understanding of or the means to measure psionic energy. As a result, his abilities go unnoticed during assessments. Due to his time in his world's military and as a special psionic ops unit member, the MC is deeply distrusting. He insists on keeping his abilities a secret and only uses them for covert attacks or to discreetly protect his family. Well, something like that, you know. Lol

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Chapter 4 -A Party Forms pt 1.-

The morning at the estate unfolds semi-peacefully as the Shaman sits alongside the Lord, the Lady, and their daughter at the elegant dining table. Both Lady Cassandra and Lady Victoria endeavor to conceal their glances of curiosity and intrigue directed at their foreign guest, the Xandari shaman.

"I extend my gratitude to you for joining us this morning," Lord Eldric spoke, accompanied by the arrival of servants carrying only the essential provisions to the table.

"We apologize for the modest spread, especially for a guest as esteemed as yourself. However, as you've witnessed firsthand, our barony endures relentless attacks. We consider it a priority to share in the hardships of our people rather than prioritizing extravagant feasts while our people suffer," Lady Cassandra explained, her voice carrying the weight of sincerity.

"True, my love," the baron concurred before turning his attention back to the Shaman. "In just three days, you've achieved more than most have in their entire service. Thus, I am inclined to propose an offer. Once all is resolved, I would be honored if you chose to stay in our fiefdom as our esteemed court wizard," the baron suggested.

Jabulani, who had just begun partaking in the breakfast set before him, paused and directed a gaze of surprise at the baron.

"I must clarify that I am no wizard; you're well aware of this. While I can tap into the arcane through spirits of wisdom and ancient lore, I do not actively study it. Wouldn't a position of this nature be better suited for someone well-versed in the arcane arts?" the Shaman inquired.

"I do comprehend your reasoning," the Shaman acknowledged, "but it's essential to note that most of our territory consists of forests and woodlands, with sporadic small towns and villages. Although magical complications are rare, the magical challenges we encounter here often pertain more to the Fae and the forces of nature than to sorcerers and wizards," the baron elaborated, gracefully spooning up a mouthful of soup and swallowing.

"I understand. It becomes apparent that practitioners versed in l primal, spiritual, and fae magic would offer greater utility in your circumstances than those steeped in arcane and mystic arts. Interestingly enough, one such magic user is already seated before you, engaged in assisting with your predicaments," the Shaman pointed out.

His reasoning is well-founded; someone of my nature would be better suited for this specific environment. These lands host a diverse array of spirits, which became evident during my initial communion here. Yet, it's not the sole observation; I sensed rifts through the veil, potentially leading to the Fae Wilds. This indicates a likelihood of the presence of fey creatures deep within those woods. Such a phenomenon could also illuminate the surge in magical creature attacks. However, this still leaves the enigma of the beholder... a creature neither fae nor native to the Fae Wilds...

Unbeknownst to the Shaman, he had inadvertently retreated into his thoughts, leaving the three nobles to exchange puzzled glances as they observed him in contemplation.

"...Sir Jabulani," Lady Victoria uttered shyly, successfully drawing him out of his introspection.

"Oh, my apologies. The baron's words sparked a new realization regarding your magical creature predicament. But we can revisit that matter later. For now, let's focus on the topic at hand. If I accepted this position, what other responsibilities and duties would it entail?" he inquired.

"Let's begin with the evident changes. You will no longer require Lady Seraphina's presence for every journey, and the restriction confining you to your room will be removed. Additionally, I will bestow upon you your own plot of land, allowing you the freedom to utilize it as you see fit," the baron stated before delicately sipping his soup.

"You will receive a stipend once things begin to stabilize, along with the support of a noble family while you reside in our realm," the baron added, outlining the benefits of the position.

"Hmm, I tend to be more of a wanderer by nature, but I sense that there is much that could benefit from my assistance here, perhaps even beyond what you currently comprehend. So, here's a proposal: allow me to retain Filia as my personal servant and entrust the care of the beastfolk and elves to me. If you can agree to these terms, then we have a deal," the Shaman countered with a tricky negotiation.

The baron and baroness exchanged surprised glances, with Lady Cassandra voicing the question, "Why specifically those two?"

"Because the elf avoids any interaction with you or your people. It's clear she harbors a deep resentment towards humans, especially after being exploited by them. While I am human as well, the parallels between shamans and the druids of her kind might offer her a modicum of comfort," the Shaman explained, addressing their question.

"And what about the wolf girl?" inquired the baron, seeking further clarification.

"Her and I have already engaged in conversation. She used to be an adventurer fighter who heard about the banditry. Unfortunately, she recklessly charged into the outpost to without accessing their numbers and encountered the beholder. This action occurred almost a year ago. I'm interested in evaluating her combat capabilities, as dealing with the beholder will require a skilled party," he replied, finishing the last of his soup.

In truth, I possess methods to confront the beholder alone. However, this approach is simpler and more plausible. Plus, if I can recruit the elf, she will be pivotal in securing victory, allowing me to avoid drawing excessive attention to myself.

During the morning conversation, Jabulani skillfully feigned obliviousness to Lady Cassandra's persistent gazes and furtive glances in his direction. While her husband remained oblivious, her daughter appeared aware of the situation but remained silent.

Lady Cassandra's hips subtly swayed and shifted in her seat, displaying a nervous restlessness that became more apparent when she believed she was unnoticed. Her face exhibited a flush throughout the conversation, and her smile appeared somewhat strained, hinting at an underlying tension.

As breakfast drew to a close, the Shaman and the baron reached an accord. The land allocated to the Shaman would span up to forty acres, amusingly including a mule for added measure. In addition, a monthly salary of five gold pieces would be granted, with the promise of an increase to ten gold pieces once the barony regained its stability. Furthermore, if circumstances allowed for an expansion beyond its previous standing, the salary could potentially rise to a generous sum of twenty gold pieces.

Having no concrete understanding of the local currency in the country he found himself in, Jabulani lacked the grounds to engage in argument or negotiation. However, relying on the information shared by the Winterbourne, he gleaned that the currency was structured around metals: copper, silver, and gold. Notably, gold held the highest value, with each metal being worth a hundredfold more than its predecessor. According to their accounts, a lone peasant in the city could lead a comfortable life for an entire month with just one gold coin. In rural areas, possessing enough gold coins could potentially exempt one from working for the remainder of their days.

After shaking hands, the Shaman and the wizard parted ways, and the Shaman headed to the front of the estate. At the same time, the baron returned to the office, leaving the two ladies of the estate at the table.

Standing in the front of the estate awaits the lady knight and the beast kin. "Well, glad to see you are both here. The two looked in his direction, and the wolf girl's tail wagged uncontrollably while she wore a too-small shirt and tight pants while Seraphina dawned her regular armor.

"Now, first thing first... Seraphina meets Adalwolf. Adalwolf meets Seraphina. She will be joining us from now on." He said, standing in front of them

"Nice meet ya; I'll be joining you for a while... once I get some equipment. Mas...Jabulani said I am Adalwolf, and im technically a magus." She said, smiling.

Adalwolf stands at the same height as Lady Seraphina; she possesses an intoxicating figure that embodies an irresistible blend of primal allure and human sensuality. Her upper body carries a B-cup breast with soft curves and defined muscles. Her shoulders slope gracefully, revealing a slender waist that hints at her delicate femininity. The smoothness of her greyish skin contrasts seductively with the velvety darkness of her ebony fur, drawing attention to every inch of her captivating form.

From her waist down, her hips mold into a graceful curve, transitioning effortlessly into the enchanting lower half of a wolf. Each of her powerful wolf legs is adorned in the same velvety black fur that begs to be touched. Her alluring paws were tipped with sharp claws.

She boasts a velvety expanse of black fur that cascades from the base of her head, enveloping the sides of her body and draping over her breasts before tapering off just above where her nipples would be. The fur then loops around and gently trails down her back until it reaches where her tail emerges.

Adalwolf's face is a captivating blend of human beauty and a touch of untamed wildness. Her golden eyes shimmer with a submissive grace and become soft and doe-like whenever looking at Jabulani while almost feral and intense, reflecting a fiery spirit that burns within her. Her lush, black hair tumbles down in a cascade of silken waves, framing her face and coming to a halt at her shoulders.

The female knight turned towards the Shaman, with her eyes mixed with curiosity and skepticism. "Wait, joining us? Why is she joining us?" she inquired, her tone edged with intrigue. The Shaman shifted slightly in his stance, meeting the knight's gaze with a thoughtful expression.

"Have you perhaps overlooked the beholder's presence, or do you anticipate that only the two of us can confront it, along with the bandit army it presently commands? Dealing with such a formidable adversary necessitates a comprehensive party. Coincidentally, she is an adventurer who holds gratitude for our rescue and is keen to offer her assistance," he explained.

Indeed, that assertion isn't wholly accurate. Various sub-species within the beastkin race bear distinct genetic traits. The wolves, in particular, are known for their inherent pack mentality. Instinctively, they gravitate towards the figure they perceive as the strongest, establishing an alpha dynamic. While this characteristic is most evident when they reside within their own tribal communities, it can be awakened in those who live beyond their packs. In Adalwolf's case, the ceaseless **** she endured in those **** tents triggered this trait, intensifying her submissive inclinations. However, due to the continuous influx of bandits, she never had the opportunity to recognize a singular individual as her Alpha... until my arrival transformed the outpost into a blaze of glory. And then, last night, I imprinted myself upon her.

"Today shall be dedicated to hunting down bandits," the Shaman declared, his gaze shifting towards the estate. "I believe we must amass experience working together as a unit before we embark on the larger challenge ahead."

"Furthermore, I intend to engage in a conversation with the elf. However, her situation may require a more delicate approach, making it more challenging. Therefore, I plan to visit her quarters to address matters. In the meantime, I suggest you accompany Adalwolf to gather the necessary equipment," he proposed, his tone reflecting a strategic consideration for their upcoming tasks.

The rhythmic wagging of the beastkin's tail ceased, and a shared frown emerged upon the countenances of the two women. The wolf girl displayed **** to part from her newfound master so swiftly, while the female knight's expression conveyed a desire to swiftly conclude this mission and resume her other responsibilities.

"Take her to procure the necessary equipment and subsequently rendezvous with me at the outpost," the Shaman instructed, his direction now leading him back toward the mansion.

"Just a moment, are you perhaps overlooking that you cannot go anywhere without me?" she interjected, stepping closer to him.

"Ah, my apologies, that concern has been resolved. Since breakfast this morning, I've been granted the freedom to move as I wish. Additionally, I've taken on the role of the barony's official Shaman," he stated, smiling as he looked back at her.

"Wait, what?" Seraphina exclaimed, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Don't simply take my word for it; you should speak to the baron himself. He should be in his office now," the Shaman suggested. As he concluded his statement, the female knight swiftly bypassed him, hurrying into the estate and heading towards the baron's office.

"Well, I suppose you're accompanying me now. Come along," the Shaman invited, prompting the beast woman to dart to his side, her tail again exhibiting its characteristic wagging motion.

"So, how are you feeling this morning?" he inquired, his hand reaching around to grasp a handful of her soft, fleshy cheek through the almost paper-thin shorts that could barely be described as pants.

She emitted a fervent moan akin to that of a bitch in heat, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. "M...master, I find it hard to contain your cum within me while you engage in such actions," she uttered candidly. The dampening of her pants' cameltoe was evident as it darkened from the semen she had clutched tightly within herself.

"M...master, it's beginning to escape... I can't prevent it," she confessed, the stain growing larger until the inside of her legs was darkened. Droplets of semen trailed down her inner thighs, eventually reaching the fur around her lower legs.

"Upon second thought, return to my room. Awaken the other bitch and inform her that both of you should get clean and a change of attire for you," he directed. With his instructions given, the wolf girl nodded and swiftly darted back into the manor, disregarding any curious gazes she might have attracted from the staff as she dripped a trail of semen on the floor.

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Seraphina wasted no time as she went to the baron's office. She knocked, and within moments, the baron's voice responded, "Come in."

With confident steps, Seraphina entered the office. Her movements exuded the grace and discipline expected of a seasoned knight as she approached the desk before her. Her tone was respectful and composed as she spoke, "Your grace, I must inquire about the matter of Jabulani no longer being under monitoring and now being designated as the official shaman of the barony."

Seated amidst a collection of documents and papers detailing the various issues the barony was contending with, the baron's attention was momentarily diverted from his work as he heard the knight's inquiry. Setting his quill aside, he raised his gaze to meet Seraphina's, indicating his willingness to address her question.

"Yes, as of this morning, he is officially on my payroll. I've made this decision based on your reports," the baron replied.

"Based on what I've heard from you, my wife, daughter, and Sir Edmund, he possesses power that we lack and need. It was also pointed out on day one that he had opportunities to harm us, yet to this day, he has refrained from doing so. I understand that this is progressing faster than I would like. Still, it's a gamble I'm willing to take," Lord Edward said with an exasperated sigh. Despite his words, his face shows he did not make this decision lightly.

As Lady Seraphina listens, she takes a deep breath. She opens her mouth to say something but stops when she notices the tired look on her lord's face. The knight simply bows before turning around and taking her leave from the office. I don't like this. Yes, he's done some good, and he has shown to have power, but this doesn't mean we should trust him just yet, the knight's thoughts ran as she made her way back to the front of the estate.

Everything is unfolding too perfectly: the rescue, his willingness to subjugate himself, the discovery and eradication of the bandit outpost, and now being officially appointed as the head of magical affairs for the baron. How many grains of sand must align to create a mound? Her skepticism continued to intensify as she pondered these circumstances.

We don't even truly know why he's here, except for his explanation about spirits. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he was being sincere about that. But it still doesn't address why he would want to help, especially at the cost he chose to endure. Her thoughts continued to churn as she arrived at the front of the estate, only to find the beast woman and the Shaman nowhere to be seen.

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Standing before a brown door, the Shaman paused, noticing an untouched meal of soup, bread, and fruit placed to the side. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no immediate response from the other side. He knocked again, calling out in the elvish language, "I am entering."

He attempted to turn the doorknob, only to find the door predictably locked. However, this minor setback wasn't enough to halt his progress.

"Beyond the veils, my soul takes flight,

Through mystic realms, on a starry night.

Spirits' whispers guide my way,

To astral planes where shadows sway.

With incantations softly sung,

Astral form, from flesh unstrung.

By moon's embrace and sun's decree,

My essence roams, unchained and free.

Astral projection!"

Jabulani's spirit surged forth from his human vessel, hurtling through the barrier of the door and into the room beyond. He came to a halt, his ethereal form taking in the surroundings. The chamber, akin to many bedrooms within the mansion that were not situated in the servants' wing, exuded opulence in every detail.

Perched upon the bed, her legs drawn up and knees nestled against her chest, she clutched her arms tightly around her shins. Her ears drooped, mirroring the weight of her melancholy state. Eyes reddened and glistening with unshed tears bore testament to the nights spent in ceaseless weeping.

"Go away," came her voice, tinged with a hint of irritation and sadness. "The door was locked for a reason," a subtle sniff followed her words, underscoring the distress in her tone.

Elves were beings intricately tied to the Fae, closer in essence to the enchanting realm of the Fae than to the material world. It is widely believed that elves were among the races that migrated from the boundless Fae Wilds into the material world. The Fae Wilds, an infinite plane of unending wilderness, stood as the birthplace of their ancestors—a land abundant with majestic mountains, sprawling trees, meandering rivers, and tranquil lakes. Time flowed along paths uncharted by mortal minds, not merely forward but across multiple dimensions. The Fae Wilds were also the domain of mystical beings known as the Fae, with the most formidable among them revered as the elder Fae, wielding incomprehensible power.

The Shaman's spirit remained suspended, his response to the elf's words momentarily withheld. He understood that the elf was enveloped in a shroud of anguish, her pain palpable. To approach her fragile state with care was imperative; she had already endured much suffering. Thus, he knew he needed to navigate this delicate situation with patience and sensitivity, hoping through gradual and cautious steps.

"I won't pry into your state of being, nor will I extend an offer of assistance, for I recognize my inability to provide such solace. You've endured the **** and exploitation for their amusement, and those cannot be undone." The spirit descends, finding its place on the bed, its ethereal presence subtly influencing the surroundings without overtly altering the physical structure.

"But I can assure you that those who inflicted harm upon you directly now rest in ****." He spoke without turning his gaze towards her.

"Am I supposed to find happiness in that? Feel some sort of relief?" Her posture remained unchanged, her grip tightening.

"I wasn't attempting to offer solace. I merely conveyed factual information. You might be wounded, perhaps even terrified, but your efforts can only forge the path to healing and progress. Only you can overcome this with time and the commitment you put into it."

The spirit rises from the bed, resuming its position in the air. "Yet, remaining entrenched in this despair will yield no results or achievements. It will only deepen the darkness within you, spiraling you further into a mental abyss."

His soul dispersed, melding seamlessly back into his physical form, which stood as motionless as a statue. A few feet away, the young maid Filia and the beast woman Adalwolf exchanged puzzled glances, utterly perplexed by his inexplicable actions.

"Well, I can't say I didn't expect this... what happened to her was traumatic, and she has no special traits that could help minimize the mental damage." The Shaman thought out loud, unaware of the woman watching him.

"Well, I can't say I didn't expect this... What happened to her was undeniably traumatic, and lacking any special traits to minimize the mental damage doesn't help," the Shaman mused aloud, oblivious to the two women observing him.

Both women maintained their silence, uncertain whether they should interject. Their submissive inclinations held them back from vying for his attention. But before anything else could unfold, the sound of sabatons approaching reached their ears, capturing everyone's focus.

Seraphina was en route to the elf's room, checking to see if the Shaman had indeed gone there as initially stated. Her steps halted as she came upon the Shaman, the maid, and the beast woman, all clustered in the corridor just outside the elf's quarters.

"So, what's the situation here? Daylight's fading, bandits fortifying, and we're up to what exactly?" Seraphina's annoyance was evident in her inquiry.

The Shaman turned, his attention finally catching the figures of the wolfgirl and the mage out of the corner of his eyes.

"Just concluded a conversation with our elven guest. She's more wounded than hoped but unbroken. Planted the seeds for her recovery, but the first strides must be hers. Once she takes them, I'll walk the third step with her," Jabulani explained, facing Seraphina.

"Since you're here, I presume you've confirmed matters with the baron?" Jabulani inquired, met with a nod from Seraphina, her expression laden with suspicion.

"I must say, I anticipated this from you. The truth is, everything is suspicious. Barely a week has passed, and I'm already moving with ease, climbing ranks. But I know you're no fool. You must have heard the baron's reasoning and justification. So, do you refute it?" He questioned the female knight.

"No, I don't. Hindsight is always clear. We should have had a mage with us from the start. But as things worsened, finding one willing to come out here for a pittance became unlikely. The local youth who might have been interested in studying magic realize they must head to the capital city's Mage Academy for better prospects after graduation," Seraphina sighed in frustration, her hand meeting her forehead.

The more I learn about this barony's problems, the more daunting my workload becomes, the Shaman mused, his gaze drifting from the lady knight's face to the contours of her body, taking in her figure.

Turning his attention, he observed the maid and the beast woman, both aware of his intentions. The beast woman struck a seductive pose while the maid tensed up shyly. A rosy blush spread across her cheeks, her gaze dropping to the ground with a concealed smile. The Shaman's lingering look thrilled her, his hunger for her body palpable. Yet, one question lingered: Did the aura still affect her after all this time? Was it a residual effect? Or was her own sexuality awakened?

I've only played with her these past two nights. I haven't truly experimented. I need to fully test the powers of the lust spirit. I'm not seeking to reduce any women to mere puppets.

"Moving on, Filia, from this morning onward, you are my dedicated personal maid. You're free to do what you wish while I'm out unless instructed otherwise," he directed, prompting her to glance up with widened eyes, nodding in acknowledgment.

"Adalwolf, you are now under my care. We'll discuss your duties later, but for now, let's assess your capabilities," the beast woman smirked with confidence, her eyes revealing a more submissive demeanor, signaling, 'Yes, alpha.'

"Adalwolf, what kind of equipment do you prefer?" The Shaman turned his attention back to the lady knight, who met the question with an annoyed expression.

"I favor light to medium armor and cloth attire mast... I mean, Alpha. A basic breastplate, gauntlets, perhaps greaves or comfortable shoes," she answered matter-of-factly.

"My defense strategy involves abjuration and evasive maneuvers, supplemented by offensive enchantments and alteration magic when my natural strength falls short," she elaborated.

"Regarding weaponry, I opt for a reaper. Its movements exude elegance compared to other blades. With enchanting magic, I can easily counter its weaknesses, rendering it sturdier than diamond and sharper than the most finely honed katana," the beast woman boasted confidently.

"Lady knight, can you accommodate our newest party member?" the Shaman inquired, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Seraphina sighed and gestured for them to follow as she led them out of the mansion towards a smaller yet still sizable building that served as the armory. "Wait here," she directed toward the Shaman before guiding the wolf girl inside.

After a half-hour wait, the duo finally emerged, with Seraphina leading the way, followed gracefully by Adalwolf. Adalwolf's attire, a harmonious convergence of lightweight armor and delicate fabric, impeccably complements her feminine physique. The opulent ebony velvet bodice, meticulously embellished with intricate silver embroidery, conforms flawlessly to her contours, accentuating the gentle slopes and the enduring definition of her muscles.

Flowing from the bodice, a stratified arrangement of supple cloth and durable leather forms a skirt that affords her the artful fluidity of movement. Enhancing her allure are the thigh-high leather boots that adorn her legs, their lustrous appeal heightened by the glint of silver buckles and meticulous detailing. Securely clasping her waist, a skillfully fashioned belt serves as both a practical sheath for her rapier and an elegant accessory.

"So, what's the verdict on my appearance?" The beast woman inquired, her body seductively contorting to strike a pose that emphasized her alluring form, her actions subtly attempting to entice her newly recognized Alpha.

"I was under the impression you were acquiring armor. What armory supplies garments with that velvety material?" The Shaman's question was directed pointedly at Lady Seraphina.

With an exasperated roll of her eyes and a faint groan, Seraphina responded, "Trust me, you wouldn't want to delve into those details. Let's proceed without delay; it's already noon. Shall I arrange a carriage, or will you employ your wind magic?" Her steps retraced their path toward the estate's entrance, her tone carrying a blend of impatience and pragmatism.

"Well, I'm open to either option. Regardless, I do need to connect with the spirits. I haven't had the chance this morning, so let's opt for the carriage; the bandit outpost is about one or two hours away, after all," the Shaman responded, prompting a sigh from the lady knight, who promptly went to arrange for the carriage and driver.

The beast woman observed as the female knight walked toward the stables, gradually vanishing from earshot. She turned her gaze to the Shaman and asked, "Alpha... do you intend to claim her too?"

The Shaman, now focusing on Adalwolf, responded, "What prompts that question?"

With a sly grin, Adalwolf replied, her fluffy tail wagging uncontrollably behind her, "It's quite simple. It's inconceivable that a dominant and potent alpha like yourself would find contentment with just two breeding bitches."

"In fact," she continued, "I'm genuinely surprised to see you here. You're an alpha of the Xandari, and one of the reasons my people hold the Xandari in such high regard is due to a similar belief – the notion that 'power rules everything!'"

Jabulani chuckled, "Indeed, not just her but also the Lady and her daughter from this barony. When I first saw Lady Cassandra, I had to restrain my desire to take her before them all. Of course, being in someone else's domain, I had to exercise caution."

Adalwolf grinned, "Then allow me to aid you, Alpha. This place is grappling with bandits and monsters, a testament to the weakness of its current Alpha. It's high time for a new, more formidable alpha to assert dominance."

Jabulani chuckled heartily, shaking his head as he declined, "Well, that's quite an idea, but it's not one that currently aligns with my preferences. Even if I were to consider it, let's remember ou location. This isn't either of our homelands, where the assertion of power and the ability to defend it might sway the rest to accept it.

"Well, you do have a point there, dear alpha," she responded with a playful smile. "There are still plenty of bitches to train, whether or not you control the territory. And that doesn't even include what we might discover in the villages and towns out here." As the beast woman spoke, the shaman noticed her legs subtly shifting, and her breathing quickened. "So many opportunities for you to assert your dominance, to show them who is the true alpha," she added, her tone suggestive.

"But, Alpha, I have two questions," the beast woman began, regaining her composure as the shaman firmly cupped her chin with his right hand, locking eyes with her.

"Well, what might those be, my dear pet?"

Under the intensity of the shaman's stare, the wolf girl's voice gradually softened. "How do you plan to make that uptight knight submit, and who will become your head bitch?"