As everyone went into their Abode, I could tell that there was still a lingering sense of unease. Jason had been dragged off and Brenda had retired back to her dwelling with the rest of the pack leaving just me and the Three White Wolves, the ones that acted as interim guards, manning the entrance that led to the Abode.
"Alright, boys. Off you go," I said to the three of them.
"There was a fight. I believe you are aware?"
"Yes, Alpha."
"There would be other Alphas looking for territory, there would be rogue wolves searching for honor and an adventure to make a name from. Make sure you deal with them ruthlessly."
"Yes, Alpha."
"Good. Now off you go."
All three men transmuted into the white wolves from which they got their name while I, the Alpha in the pack, retired to my dwelling. On my way there, a very familiar voice called out to me.
"Why so conflicted, boy?" It was Aariv, the oldest member of the pack. He was so old he had seen three separate Alphas of this pack. Me being the third he would see and if I were to bore a child, then he might as well live to see four.
"It's about Jason," I said.
"Is it?"
"It is."
"I believe the first problem a person faces, especially a leader, is when they are incapable of identifying their problems."
"What do you mean?"
"What's the problem?"
"Is Jason. He had rebelled and they expected me to kill him but I couldn't."
The old man chuckled. "Why?"
"Because it was my fault he had rebelled in the first place. I ought to take the fall for that, not pushing it to him for no reason," I said defensively.
He shuffled a little where he stood. He always said that standing in a particular spot gave his feet stale blood. "No reason? OK let's say you finally take care of Jason in the way that suits you and the rest of the pack agrees. What then?"
I itched my head, thinking of a reply. "There is still the issue of whether or whether not he will do it again."
"OK. There. Jason would not do it again, that I'm sure of." There was certainty in his eyes, but I, however, was not so sure.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"I just do."
"Did you speak to me?"
He smiled. "No. Not me." He shuffled his feet again. "Back to my questions, boy. Now that you are certain that he would not try it again, what next?"
At this point, I could guess where he was going, yet answering him was hard. "Then… err… I don't particularly know. It's complicated."
Aariv leaned in closer, resting on his walking stick. "I've always known from the start that Jason was never the problem. He can't be. Perhaps the problem in truth was someone else. A certain pack member who can't alter her appearance like the rest of us do. Is it her?"
I knew this old man would eventually diagnose the issue.
Deep down I knew that too was the problem and not that I particularly hated Jason or held anything against him. I just did not want him to get in the way of Brenda and I knew that I would be doing anything to stop it from happening. "I don't know," I lied to Aariv even though I knew that in the end, he would see right through the lie.
Aariv just smiled and waved me off. "You will figure it out I'm sure but know that there is always a balance in this life. Everything that happens has a corresponding entry somewhere else. It is the same logic as action and consequence and if you want to maintain a good balance between Samantha and being Alpha of this pack, you will have to make concessions on both sides. Goodbye, my boy. Good night."
"Good night, Aariv."
With that, I went into my dwelling.
Waiting for me at the other end was Minnie. She was one of the servants of the pack but she was also attractive. Over her stay in the pack, she had become attracted to me and for a long time, I had charged her with the task of cleaning my room during which we had had a little affair a very few times. Not that I was proud of it, it was just our urge getting the better of us and as I walked in on her quickly changing from her messy work clothes to her nightgown I had no idea why she had decided to pull that stunt in my room, I became turned on and closed my eyes trying to shake off the heat I was feeling in my head.
She turned around and stumbled to the ground in surprise. "I'm sorry!" she blurted out.
She was beautiful, not as much as Brenda but she did have a nice body and unfortunately, that was all that I valued her for right now.
"I…err… was…err… just leaving," she stammered.
"Already?" I blurted out without thinking.
"Do you want me to do something else?" she asked.
"Not really. No."
Minnie walked closer a little. "If I am so bold to speak, I notice you have been in a different mode lately."
"No. I am me," I denied.
She placed a hand on my biceps. "Why did he attack us? Jason, I mean."
"I don't know. We had a little misunderstanding."
"Will you kill him? Or banish him?"
"I don't know. I doubt I will."
"What about Brenda?"
I withdrew my hand from hers with a force I had not intended. She shifted back a bit, startled, I could tell that she was frightened of me now and as I watched her expression, I could see her eyes hover towards the door of my dwelling. I had frightened her. She was not feeling safe. I wondered how many more members of the pack had noticed a change in my behavior and how many more were scared of me. I walked closer to Minnie, she shifted back a little.
"Minnie. Don't run," I said. It was not uncommon for members of a pack to run away if they felt like their lives were at risk. I had no idea if that was how Minnie felt right now but I was not ready to take the chance of having to find out the hard way to wake up to a call from the Three White Wolves that a certain pack member was missing. "I did not mean to frighten you."
"Why are you anxious?" she asked.
I wanted to yell at her that I was not anxious but that was going to be counterproductive from the outcome I so desired of the pack. "I don't know. I don't. Pack matters have been very demanding."
"I know. I can't relate but I know it must be hard," she said. I could tell that she wanted to say some more but was holding it back. I did not know how to urge her to go on so I just reached for her arms and held them. Then she continued. "I know I'm just a service wolf and I don't fight, hunt that much, or deal with pack affairs but I feel you need to take a break."
"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked in confusion. "My duty lies here with the pack. I cannot go off to some vacation island or anything."
"I'm just saying, why don't you start with the most obvious distraction?"
"Are you talking about Brenda?" I did not know why Minnie would want to talk about Brenda with me but I felt oddly comfortable talking about her with Minnie. Maybe she was right. Maybe all I needed was a quick distraction that would distract me from the distraction which would in the grand scheme, bring me back on track as the leader I once was and have always been.
Weirdly enough, or perhaps not weird at all, I looked down at Minnie, imagining things. She was not that slender in a way you would consider beautiful and she was not particularly blessed with very good curves either. But the yearning of the flesh made one see things in a different light. Like the old man, Aariv had said: "making concessions on both sides."
"Thank you for your advice," I said as we pulled each other into a tight hug.
"I just wish I could help you more," she whispered. Perhaps what I was thinking was not what she intended to say but all in all, I felt the front of my trousers tighten as a bulge began to appear. I pulled away. "Don't mind me. It's nothing."
"I know. You are just stressed," she said.
"I need a distraction from all this," I finally admitted.
"Is there any way I can help?" she offered.
My rational thinking ability, if I had any left, was gone at the moment, yet, the image of Brenda floated in my head. I needed this distraction, I told myself. I cannot keep on slacking at my duties. "Maybe…" I whispered and in that instant, Minnie took the hint. She came closer and I leaned in.
Our lips met and we kissed for about a minute, swapping saliva as our tongues played around in each other's mouths.
But it was not what I needed, this was not enough, I needed something more canal. I became touchy immediately.
My hands were originally on both sides of Minnie's face, steadying it for a more comfortable kiss but my mind had other plans and one of my hands went astray at its silent command: it began to hover down, tracing lines on Minnie's body as she kissed me deeply.
I caressed her neck, retracted my lips from hers, and began to use it as an instrument for building up the moment. I sucked on her neck, before letting my hands drop to her breast. I felt her move closer, her breathing began to quicken a little, and her heartbeat also. Massaging her nipples with my index and thumb fingers, they stiffened immediately. I fondled her breasts intricately, palpating them and occasionally giving them gentle squeezes switching from the right to the left and back which her body language expressed her approval over. Minnie moved closer and I could tell that she was craving even more so I took it a step further.
I moved my left hand from her breast and crawled down to her stomach, her body gave an involuntary flinch and I knew I was getting it right.
My hands wandered from her midsection to her legs, dancing around and sending butterflies throughout her body. When I had had enough of that, I slipped my hands into her inner thigh and the moment I made contact with her slit, her legs turned to jam and almost melted away as her whole body shivered with pleasure. She was completely soaked underneath. It truly had been a long time since she did this.
She thawed away in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder as her legs tightened together against themselves, trapping my fingers on her minge. I rubbed against them slowly, lost in the moment as I listened to Minnie's gentle hums of excitement. I picked up the pace, gradually increasing my tempo until I was frantically rubbing against her organ. She let out a loud moan and a projectile of liquid began spilling everywhere from between her legs. She fell onto my bed, letting out a tired breath.
There was a mutual pause and as if she saw the readiness in my eyes, she seductively pathing her legs for me, inviting me in and giving it a little tap and shake. I moved over to her and went on my knees. Looking directly into her eyes, I could see her give me a sign I knew too well what she wanted.
To be fair it was not something I enjoyed all that well doing but she often requested it and had confessed that it was something she enjoyed so much and that I was insanely good at. With that said, I dug my mouth into her tights, kissing them gently and slightly nibbling on them. Soon I drew my mouth nearer and as I got to the warm treasure, I found it wet again. Very wet like a teenager who was experiencing pleasure for the first time.
I used my tongue to dance around her clit, slowly, intimately, moving up and down and left and right. I heard her little concealed moaning and knew she was enjoying it the moment she closed her thigh around my face.
My tongue found the sensitive part and I caressed it slightly, building anticipation before quickening the pace. I then began to suck gently and she took in a filled lung, humming unconsciously in the process. Listening deeply to her feedback, I protruded my tongue in, slipping it further inside her. She was enjoying every moment of me gently devouring her. I could feel the wetness come out more and somehow, at the back of my head, I knew that everything was about to go splash now. She had already been holding on barely as her pelvis had already begun to rise but the final tick to the time bomb came the moment I slipped a finger into her.
I was very sure the Atlantic Ocean was going to come out from between her legs. It sprayed me and she almost let out a scream, or maybe she did.
In the end, she lay on my bed, having ruined the sheet she just changed herself.