Raised By Wolves update

Laura could smell Betsy’s cunt as she came out of the bedroom, Kitty staying inside. And she’d heard enough of them to know what had happened. It felt like a weird slight, Betsy domming Kitty after Kitty had been such a good top for Laura, who didn’t know what to make of it. Only that this didn’t mean Betsy was a better mistress than Kitty. She was sure of that much.

She’d smelled Betsy’s pussy as she came in, too. It was stronger now, but it probably smoldered in its own wet way twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Attracting everyone with a pair of nostrils. Laura wondered how many boys had rutted with Betsy, how many girls had given her the experience she needed to make Kitty her bitch. Betsy was gorgeous, disciplined, everything Laura wasn’t, and she felt jealous in a way she couldn’t easily explain. She didn’t want to be Betsy. She didn’t want there not to be a Betsy either.

“You made Kitty come,” Laura said, not making it a question.

“I let her come,” Betsy corrected.

Laura smirked. “Will you let me come?”

Betsy sneered at her. “Make yourself come. Or have Kitty do it for you.”

In a flash, Laura was on Betsy, pressing her down to her knees. “I don’t make Kitty do anything.”

“I do,” Betsy retorted.

Laura pushed down her shorts, showing her cunt off to Betsy. “Lick.”

Betsy looked up at her. “You couldn’t handle me. You couldn’t even handle Kitty.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.” Laura gripped Betsy’s head, shoving her face between her thighs. “Lick my cunt!”

Betsy’s eyes turned up to Laura, giving her a wicked leer—as if she were somehow daring her to withstand what was about to happen. Putting her hands on Laura’s shorts, she slid them down her thighs and to her feet. Laura didn’t step out of them. She kept standing there until Betsy pried open the lips of her labia, exposing the wet inner flesh. Only to ignore it, fastening her lips to Laura’s clit, sucking it gently from its hood.

“Ohhh!” Laura moaned, unprepared for the sensations that now shot through her. While she held still, her expression contorted and her lips broke into the shapes of gasps and sighs. “Nn!”

Betsy growled, turning her head from side to side to pull at Laura’s clit. She sucked it mercilessly, the pressure coming at the bundle of nerves from every angle. Laura’s pussy convulsed. Her juices shimmered on her inner thighs. Betsy rubbed her hands along Laura’s legs, spreading the slippery cream all the way down to Laura’s knees. Then, when she felt Laura’s clit throbbing for more, she let go of it and pitched her tongue into Laura’s sex.

Laura’s eyes rolled, colors blooming in her vision. Betsy knew exactly where to lick her, giving her just what she needed. She held to Betsy’s purple hair, trying to keep from falling over. Now she could see how Kitty had succumbed to Betsy. But she wouldn’t do the same. She wasn’t built for that kind of pleasure. Kitty could do that to her, but that was different. Kitty was different.

Centering herself, sticking her toe-claws into the floor to hold herself upright, she pushed Betsy’s head back. “Strip,” she said.

Betsy looked up, her chin dripping from Laura’s pussy. “After you, poppet.”

“You do it and I’ll do it. Otherwise, I’ll rip you out of your clothes.”

“Temper, temper,” Betsy chided, but began to take her clothes off.

Laura did the same. She didn’t try to display herself to Betsy, broadcast her newfound nakedness like she needed the signal to get through, but she couldn’t keep herself from spying on Betsy’s strip. Assailing each body part that was uncovered. Considering whether her own slender body could compare, either in beauty or in strength.

“Thinking of how to fuck me?” Betsy grinned. “I know you’re quite an animal, but beasts fuck to mate. So are you going to pretend to be the buck or should I?”

Laura didn’t answer except for a scowl, but Betsy knew she’d scored a point. Off of that, she shoved Laura back onto her ass, then came down onto her belly to put her head between Laura’s legs. Laura tasted even sweeter after that.

Laura moaned, animalistic now, relaxing into whatever role this was. As with Kitty, it was hard not to luxuriate in the feeling of being pampered, treasured, appreciated, satisfied, no matter what went with it—how she was being controlled. Laura opened her legs, letting Betsy go deep. Betsy spread her cuntlips wide apart, then pressed her face against Laura’s sizzling womanhood. She smiled against Laura’s wetness, then rammed her tongue in. It twisted and prodded and lapped up everything it was fed.

Laura’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her toes curled. She rocked her hips, groaning sensuously, the feeling of Betsy’s tongue working itself all the way up to her mouth. Betsy ate noisily, smacking her lips, moaning with appreciation as the fresh taste of Laura pulsed from her sex again and again. She rubbed her nose in Laura’s pubic hair, her head twisting as she licked like she was tearing Laura’s pleasure out from deep inside her.

“Cunt-hungry bitch!” Laura groaned, grinding her sex into Betsy’s beautiful face. “Eat my pussy! Lick me clean! Do it!”

Betsy laughed as she lapped, basking in contentment as she devoured Laura from the outer edges of her labia to her deepest inner folds. She pushed her right hand down between her own legs, reaching into her cunt with her two innermost fingers and getting herself off with a calm, stately pace. Laura’s death-grip on her head seemed to have no impact on how Betsy pleased herself. It was almost more like pornographic material than any sort of lover.

Laura watched Betsy’s purple hair bob and twist, a nebula somehow flowing between her legs, and she heard the slightest growls of gratified lust as Betsy amused herself. That was the only word for how she was going about bringing Laura to ecstasy.

“Oh yes, yes!” Laura cried, even more need surging into her pussy, replacing and overwhelming the desire Betsy was satiating. “Eat me!”

She wrapped her legs around Betsy’s head, noting how silky that purple hair felt as she crushed her thighs against it. Rocking and grinding against Betsy’s face, she scoured the woman’s mouth with her pubic hair. Need and fulfillment intertwined, spiraling to a climax inside her. It mounted higher and higher until her pussy exploded in rapture.

“Eeeh!” Laura keened. “Ooooh, Betsy!”

Spasms hit her hard and fast. She thrashed under the never-ending torrent. Her head flew from side to side. Her heels dug into Betsy’s back. She shimmied her naked thighs, pumping her cunt into Betsy’s tongue. It was pointless, but she felt she had to do something to keep the ecstasy going. But she knew that even if she’d done nothing, it would’ve battered her like this, pressing her down again and again into ultimate satiation.

As Laura’s climax subsided, her legs dropped away from Betsy. Spread-eagle, she melted into the carpet, all the strength draining from her body. Laura sighed in something like relief. Without any energy whatsoever, all that was left in her was relaxation. It flowed through her like a gently ambling river, reaching every part of her, caressing away everything that’d been hard and dry.

Betsy licked her lips, although it was her entire face that was drenched with the juices from Laura’s cunt. She came up slowly to her full height, standing over Laura and looking over her naked body. There wasn’t a trace of unmet desire, not a smidgen of passion left behind. It had all been vented out of her in that one taxing climax. 

Smirking to herself, she stepped over Laura, finally crouching down at Laura’s head. Straddling Laura’s face, Betsy lowered her pussy to the girl’s mouth. Laura moaned as she tasted and smelled the arousal she was suddenly faced with.

“Lick and suck,” Betsy cooed softly. “My little cunt-hungry bitch. I want you to thank me for that little bit of fun you just had. Otherwise, I’m never touching you again.”

Laura had no will whatsoever, nothing but the memory of how wonderful it had been to have the succor of Betsy’s mouth and the determination to get it again, no matter how remote the chance. She’d do anything to ingratiate herself to Betsy. So she made long swipes with her tongue, tasting all the sweet nectar that greeted her licks, swallowing it greedily and then cajoling out more. But Betsy was hardly done.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this too much!” Betsy crooned. “You want to taste my honey. No, no—let’s try something else. Eat my ass.” Like a lapdancer in the middle of a performance, Betsy swiveled around, now turning her back on Laura, facing the other way as she pressed her ass down on Laura’s face. The disdain in the movement was clear. It fueled Laura’s lust—somehow it felt like more of how Betsy had eaten her out, promising that she would continue to be Betsy’s bitch as she had been Kitty’s. Or at least, that she could be.

“Lick my asshole,” Betsy ordered, wiggling her ass in Laura’s face like she was getting comfortable in a new chair. “Put your tongue right in me.”

Laura had no choice. She pushed her tongue out of her mouth, immediately finding the pucker of Betsy’s anus, and she was shocked by how tart it tasted. Of a piece with Betsy’s perfume, her mouthwash, the shampoo in her hair. Could it be that Betsy even had a cosmetic for that part of her anatomy or was her body just so well-disciplined that all of her kept to the same rigorous scent and taste—sweet in its own strident way?

“Ohhh my! How lovely!” Betsy panted, a slight lilt in her voice where Laura’s tongue jaggedly inflicted pleasure on her. With her asshole impaled on Laura’s slaving tongue, she reached between her legs with both hands, rubbing and massaging her turgid cunt, teasing her clit, working fingers inside her womanhood. “Oh yes—you’ll earn being my bitch again in no time!”

Laura felt Betsy’s asshole contract rhythmically around her tongue, responding to each little quirk and twist she made inside it. Betsy’s honey ran out of her as she touched herself, dripping onto Laura’s face. The ninja panted, interspersed with gasps, her breathing becoming as frantic as a woman giving birth. Her asshole closed on Laura’s tongue.

“It’s here! It’s here!” Betsy cried. Spinning around again, she crushed her hot pussy to Laura’s face and humped her mouth relentlessly as she shook with spasms. “Mmmmm—I’m coming in your face, Laura! Eat my orgasm! Suck it down like mother’s milk!”

Her cunt kissed Laura’s lips harshly, slick juices soaking her mouth and filling her senses. Betsy sighed and moaned, writhed and jerked, not bothering to hold back at all. She didn’t care if Laura saw how her body basked in orgasm. It was clear she regarded Laura as little more than a sex toy. Laura didn’t know if she could claim to be anything more. She had certainly enjoyed being used by Betsy.

“Feels so good!” Betsy trilled happily, still rubbing her groin into Laura’s face even though her orgasm had made its way out of her body. Laura lay there passively, allowing Betsy to work out every last tingle of her arousal, mark her face with it. Finally, Betsy dismounted, leaving Laura a mess. Her own visage, on the other hand, looked impeccable.

“She’s quite a lot of fun. I can see why you play with her. Nice of you to share.”

And for the first time, Laura’s usually keen senses informed her that Kitty was there, watching.

***

By mutual assent—helped along by Betsy’s psionics—they took ten minutes to wash up, dress, and meet up in the kitchen. Betsy seemed to take the first step in being the bigger man. She served sausage for the three of them. Despite the stereotypes of British cooking, it tasted perfectly fine. Though maybe it should’ve been considered Asian cuisine.

“I don’t usually indulge myself like this,” Betsy said. “It’s all very… Kwannon and Crimson Dawn and Lady Mandarin.” Betsy reflexively touched her eye, once tattooed but now bare. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. All of it. Even… all that.”

It was clear she referred to how Kitty had topped her. Even now, an ineffable sense of smugness hung around how she had dominated Kitty and Laura in turn. It made it hard for Kitty to work up much of an appetite. Laura happily ate, though.

“So you’re versatile?” Kitty asked.

“I suppose. When I’m dominated, I like to really be dominated, but when I’m on top, I like to really be on top. It’s hard to find a space for that. Relationships are hard enough with a single, concrete power dynamic.”

“Is that why you’re having an affair with Scott?” Laura asked. Her voice was innocent, but there was a peevish sense of excitement Betsy could read in her words. Perhaps she was eager to be punished again.

“That’s my business,” Betsy said. “And it’s very different from all this.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to do anything with Scott,” Kitty said. “He’s like my dad or something.”

Laura shrugged unhelpfully.

“But we do want to keep doing this?” Betsy prodded. “Some variant of this?”

“I don’t know. Things kinda got out of hand,” Kitty reasoned.

“I’d certainly say so. You practically ravished me.”

“Hey, Laura liked it! And you knew what you were getting into, psychic girl.”

Betsy glanced at Laura, who haplessly continued eating.

“I suppose I had some… ulterior motives for visiting you two in the first place. I’d hate to hash out all of that. We all had our blood up. Maybe we should agree to a clean slate.”

“Fine by me.” Kitty leaned forward. “Done being a top? Ready to bottom for me?”

In contrast, Betsy leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed, regarding Kitty fecklessly. “Can you top me? Not just swing a riding crop around or slap on a pair of handcuffs, but really be dominant?”

“What else? Do you want to dominate me? Dominate Laura?”

Laura looked up. Her wry eyes held no disapproval of the idea.

“I think she’d be more comfortable with that than you are,” Betsy observed.

“I’m no submissive,” Kitty said.

“You certainly came like one,” Betsy retorted.

“That was… look, I have some issues, okay? You try getting introduced to all this bondage, superhero, sex and violence stuff by Emma Frost. But I don’t want to be Auntie Emma’s little fucktoy, okay?”

Betsy tilted her head to the side. “I’m not Emma Frost. Do you want me to be?”

“No—God no—you’d look horrible as a blonde.”

Betsy tucked a lock of purple hair behind her ear. “Okay then. What are we talking about here? Joint custody of Laura? She’s the only one here who doesn’t seem to want to be on top.”

“Too many chiefs, not enough Indians,” Laura muttered. A Loganism. 

“I don’t not want to be on top. It’s just I’m not a submissive,” Kitty insisted.

Betsy rolled her eyes. “Clearly. That’s why it was all you could do not to press your own joy button while you watched me ride your submissive’s face.”

Kitty gulped. “Fucking telepaths…”

“I mean no disrespect. Only that there’s nothing wrong with being a sub, if that’s what gets you off.”

“Okay, so it does!” Kitty said, voice raised. “What about you? You could’ve dommed us both the moment you walked in here—maybe. What were you getting out of letting us top you?”

“Enjoyment. As I said, there’s nothing wrong with being a sub.”

“Yeah, but you’re not one. Not when you turned around and did what you did to the two of us.”

“Made you come, you mean?” Betsy grinned. “Would you like an apology for that?”

“I want you to do it again!” Kitty shouted, and though she didn’t slap her hand over her mouth after that, the look on her face made it clear she wanted to.

Betsy leaned her chair forward again, resting her elbows on the table. “I want you to dominate me too.”

Kitty blinked. “You do?”

“You’re young, inexperienced, but very enthusiastic. I greatly enjoyed your performance, even if you were rather full of yourself. Now, this isn’t an X-Men team. We don’t need a headmaster and a field leader and a second in command. Maybe all we need is a willingness to experiment.”

“And if I don’t want to bottom?” Kitty asked.

“You don’t have to. But if I do, then I can. And if I want to dominate Laura, at least—I take it you have no problem with that.”

“She doesn’t,” Laura said quickly, answering for Kitty, who let out a nervous laugh.

“She’s… flexible,” Kitty said apologetically.

“Maybe we all should be,” Betsy concluded.