Carnal

Carnal was a scene of chaos. So much so that Thistle had to wonder why she was there. Archer had summoned her so she had come but why. Even dressed nice which as ordered. Boots with a short, checkered skirt and a tight black body top. But now she wondered if nice meant something entirely different.

It took some time to figure out what exactly was going on. Apparently, it was furniture delivery day for the remodel and they had a private event that night. All hands were on deck even at five p.m. She even found Archer running around, looking delicious in a black tee. He only stopped to give her a quick kiss and made a promise to find her soon.

Eventually it was the bouncers Milo, Titus, and Clay that came to her rescue. All three of them were dressed in jeans and shirts. And all three of them looked sweat drenched and exhausted.

"Hey Thistle. We're going across the street to a sports bar for a bite. Want to come?" Clay asked, his black and orange fur looking extra messy.

"Is the food any good?" She asked giving him a questioning look. She had come to know all three of them over the last few months and saw them like big brothers now. A role they seemed to like but also came with plenty of sass from her.

"Best wings in the city. Even for a snob like you." Titus joked.

"How am I a snob?"

"You're asking if bar food is good."

"Hey, I may be a starving artist but I'm serious about bar food. Nothing beats the place near my gallery."

"These will." Titus replied, reaching to ruffle her hair as he walked passed. "Come on."

She cursed him as she fixed her hair and followed after. She caught a glimpse of Archer as she left. She gestured as she was leaving, receiving a nod from him. Then it was off to the bar.

The wings were pretty good, not amazing but good. Even with the teasing she honestly loved hanging out with the guys. It was only recently dawning on her how accustomed she was becoming to the pack. There was barely a day she wasn't texting people or bumping into someone. Even though she was dressed for a hot date at a rough bar with three guys, she felt safe.

She had been drinking too much soda for the tight outfit so she wandered off to find a bathroom. On her way back though a large man stepped in front of her path.

"Look at you. A fancy piece of ass in our shit hole." He said, his eyes lingering far too long on her chest.

"Don't look at me like that." She replied coldly. "I'd rather keep my food in my stomach, thanks."

"I'm just admiring the goods you're putting on display. Want to join me for a drink? I'll treat you better than those three."

She rolled her eyes, putting a hand on her hip. "Right, how is a one pump chump like you hoping to do that exactly?"

He must have not seen that reply coming as his face went from shock to rage in seconds. It only seemed to get redder as a few people at the bar snickered at her joke.

"I'm not.... fuck you bitch. You know you want this so stop playing hard to get."

"Hey Thistle, you all good?" Milo's voice broke through as he snuck up on them. He was smiling but she could see how tense his body was. Clay and Titus were also watching keenly from the table.

The man turned to face Milo making a dismissive noise. "No way you could pull a piece of ass like this. So, fuck off you pretend boyfriend."

Milo was a lovable goof. Kindhearted and caring. But the look he got, the darkness entering his eyes. She now understood why he was a bouncer.

"You're right. She's too much of a smart ass for me." His smile never left as he spoke but it was no longer kind. It was a veil barely concealing the anger underneath boiling out. "With that being said, she is our packs Luna and that means no one fucks with her."

"What the fuck is that?" the man exclaimed. That made two of them. She had no idea what Milo was talking about either.

Clay and Titus came up then, Clay putting a massive hand on the man's shoulder. "It means if you insult her one more time we will rip you into pieces. So, leave. Now."

The man seemed to finally grow a brain. He skittered around until free and then booked it. Even those at the bar seemed to find new fascination in their drinks, eyes turning away.

"You alright?" Milo asked his goofy lopsided grin coming back.

"Yeah, appreciate it. Though I could have handled it. I'm not that soft thing you had to save on her first night anymore."

"No, you're not." He held out a fist and she gave him a bump.

"Now, which of you three want to explain this Luna thing?" She put her hand back on her hip and looked all three in the eyes. If she wasn't so furious, she would find it cute how terrified they looked after being all intimidating a second ago.

"Archer hasn't told you?" Titus mumbled, realization hitting him.

"No. He's rather bad at informing me on this pack stuff. Start talking."

"I'm sure that's why he had you come early." Milo offered. "Before everything went crazy."

"Don't offer excuses for him." She shot back, making his eyes drop to the floor.

"Sorry, ma'am."

"Who is going to explain?"

"Well, it's not official yet but we figured it was a formality that would be confirmed at the pack gathering tonight." Clay spoke up.

Pack gathering?

She thought. Yeah, she was ripping Archer a new one now.

"Just tell me." She ordered.

"Well best way I see it." He carried on speaking much faster now. "If Archer is our leader, like a king, then the Luna is like his- "

"Queen." She cut him off but he nodded to confirm. "I'm going to kill him."

She pushed past, none of them trying to stop her. "Text me how much I owe you for the bill." She said not even looking at their way.

"We got it, ma'am." Milo said stopping her in her tracks. She turned and stared at the auburn wolf.

"Never call me ma'am again." Then she turned and stormed out.

She tore across the street ignoring a car who was forced to stop to avoid hitting her. She weaved through the movers and down the familiar stairs. She finally reached the club floor and scanned the room. He was easy to spot. Acting cocky and in charge, talking to a group of workers.

"Archer, upstairs now!" She yelled, her voice carrying across the room.

It was like the world froze. All noise and every bit of movement stopped. All eyes were either wide and staring at her or awkwardly trying to avoid her. It would normally scare her having this kind of impact but she couldn't fucking care. Even Archer's attempt to stare her down did nothing. Soon he seemed to realize, giving up and heading to the stairs.

She followed behind, not saying a word to him. Rory was not at the door today so Archer got it for her, the least he could do. He locked it as she stormed in, turning sharp to face him. Archer just stared not even going to the desk that now was Melody's.

"Luna." She said bluntly not even looking away for a second.

His eyes went wide before settling into a standard Archer glare. "They told you."

"Unlike you. And if you even consider doing anything to them, we will not have sex for a month. Even if I decide to speak to you."

It seemed to dawn on him then that his glare wasn't going to work. So, he dropped the anger and let his shoulders sink.

"Fine. But I was planning to tell you today. It's why I had you come early."

"Milo said that. And it can be true as you want but you didn't. You ignored me and pushed me aside for work."

"I had to- "

"That's not even the main point Archer." She cut him off. "You were planning to announce this at this pack meeting tonight. Something else I didn't know about by the way. You had plenty of times in the last few weeks when you could have told me. Given me a chance to process it, think about if I wanted it. But no, you made another decision for me with this pack stuff. After you saw how angry I was about being initiated by you without my knowledge. You should have known better."

He looked completely at a loss. She had to calm herself, remembering that this was his first serious relationship. That there would be teething issues. But he needed to put as much effort into this as he did his work or even being her master.

"I'm sorry." He said after silent seconds. "It's just that everyone has a role in the pack and this was always your role."

She rolled her eyes. "For fucks sake, Archer. You created a unique hybrid pack. You can change the rules."

"I hadn't considered that..." His voice went soft and for the first time he looked away.

"I can tell." Now that she had gotten to yell, her anger was fading. She wasn't happy with him but the drive to chew him out was gone.

"Why would you not tell me in advance?"

That got him to look back at her. "I assumed you knew all about it?"

"Why would a fox know all this pack stuff?"

"Because you told me you were going to study up on pack dynamics and you've already been acting like a Luna."

He got her on the first point but the second? "How do I act like a queen?"

"A queen? That's how they described it? It's more like a family matriarch. You make the Alpha a better person, which you have, and take care of the rest of the pack. Which you do as well. This wasn't going to be some crowning or a wedding. Just me saying this is her role and everyone should accept it."

That was it? Had she blown up over something so simple? No, she hadn't been mad because of the Luna thing but because of his lack of communication.

"Maybe that's true. But what do you think I would have done if you had gone through this without telling me any of that?"

He gave a shameless smile. "After this I'm terrified to guess."

"Not funny."

"Say that after you hear all the gossip that will happen because of this. But would you consider the role then? I told you once you will make the pack better and this is how. This is how you make me better, Thistle."

She finally uncrossed her arms, letting the last of her anger leave. "Yeah, sure. But we need to communicate better. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am." That shameless grin not faltering. "Should we start now?"

"We should have started when we started dating." She shot back.

"You're right. Is there anything you need to tell me?"

She raked her brain. "No, nothing that you don't know. I'm considering asking Melody out and my nieces want to see you again. That's about all."

He nodded. "And I have nothing to add so perhaps I can apologize, properly." He was bold, stepping forward, running a claw down her jawline.

"Seriously?" She asked, though she wasn't against it.

"Should I stop?"

"I worked hard on this outfit and that feels like a reward for you, who doesn't deserve one."

"I swear not to finish once." He offered. "Let me worship you, my Luna."

That kind of did something for Thistle. "Fine let me strip so we don't ruin my outfit. I don't trust you that much with it."

He just gestured for her to go ahead. She quickly stripped out of her clothes. Sometimes she considered how odd it was that now she was so used to being naked in a public setting but only for a second. Being a pet and at the whim of another seemed right to her. As natural as breathing. So, she took her position, back straight hands at her side.

"What would you like me to do, Master?"

Archer had leaned on the desk and watched, smiling. "You truly are perfect. Have you noticed how clear Melody keeps the desk since taking over? Pretty surprising for her isn't it."

"Umm, yeah Master. Not the direction I was expecting you to go though."

"Just stay with me. It seems your mistress has a kinkier side than even me." He turned around and removed a panel of the desk surface that had smoothly blended in. Reaching into the hole he pulled out a leather restraint attached to a chain.

"I'm sure she planned to surprise you with these but I thinks it's fair I get to ruin her fun for once. Sweet revenge."

Thistle couldn't help but roll her eyes even if it was poor form for a sub. "I'm turning against you if she starts questioning me so you know, Master."

"The betrayal." He said the words dripping with sass. "Now please get on the desk pet so I can worship you like the goddess you are."

She moved quickly to hide her blush, easily mounting the desk. She didn't need to be told what way he wanted her, that much was clear. So, she laid on her back stretching her hands to the corners.

"You're so well trained now. I wonder if that brat is still in there sometimes." He joked as he began to secure the first restraint.

"I really should be a brat more often. I'll get rusty otherwise, Master."

"Good, it's always fun breaking you when you think you got the upper hand."

She didn't respond, letting him continue his work. Silently he moved from restraint to restraint. Soon she was secured with her arms spread out to the corners. He hadn't been lying. She felt like an offering on an altar, ready to be worshiped or sacrificed. She could only hope it was the former and not the later.

Archer seemed to pause to admire his work before moving to the desk drawers. A blindfold and rubber ball gag were his selections from their depths. She opened her mouth for him to gag and lifted her head to blindfold her. They no longer scared her or made her question anything. She knew she loved being helpless. There was no point in trying to deny it. This was who she was.

"You ready, my pet?" He asked, getting that perfectly deep voice that gave her shivers. The voice that told her she was in for fun.

She nodded her head and made muffled responses. Her pussy was already getting wet, eager for him to start already. But the room went quiet, no words or footsteps. Archer was playing his game. Making her eager and antsy all at once. When he finally did touch her, it would be a jolt, complete surprise. But seconds ticked by and no touch.

Then a warm tongue licked across her pussy, from top to bottom. She gasped into her gag. Her back arching with only the restraints holding her down. She tried to calm herself as Archer disappeared once more. But he didn't wait as long for his second attack on his helpless pet.

His mouth engulfed her breast, taking it all in one glorious mouthful. He wasted no time now. Sucking eagerly, his tongue playing with her nipple. Her back arched once more eager to give him access. Behind the gag she spewed hot breaths. It wasn't just his mouth working now.

A hand, no claws, circled her other breast that was not taken by his mouth, dancing just around her nipple. Sharp and soothing, it was that perfect mix. But she could barely focus on it as something pressed against her soaked pussy. With ease it slipped in, the dildo with curves and knots. She let out gasps with each knot that pushed its way in. She was near that tipping point already. Archer seemed to have no desire to tease today.

The toy sprung to life growing from a slow buzz to a storm of vibrations. It sent her right over the edge. Her legs straining against the restraints desperate to close but unable to. She shook like the dildo itself. And all the while Archer continued to suck and stroke her breasts, rotating between the two. And the dildo never slowed down.

Archer's mouth left her breast moving to her neck. He nibbled with his front teeth, the act more romantic than aggressive. His hands moved around her body, drawing patterns over every inch of her with sharp claws. He had told her he was going to worship her and this truly felt like that. His mouth and hands savoring her as the toy ruined her. A perfect combination.

His mouth traced her jawline as the second orgasm came, brought on as a claw teased her clit. It was as violent as the first. Her restraints straining to keep her on the altar of her ruin. They did their job. She shook and begged for more. The dildo was going to give her more whether she wanted it or not. As was the life of a pet, you were subject to your owner's wants and not your own.

Archer took her second orgasm as a sign to move down, leaving her jaw. He retraced his path down her neck and down the center of her chest. She could feel him shifting his weight and his hands moved to her breasts. Softly they massaged them, seemingly ignoring her aching nipples. All the while Archer's mouth moved lower still.

She let out a whine when the toy stopped, though she knew it was coming. It still felt good as those knots came out of her, with satisfying pops that sent waves of pleasure. She could hear it get tossed to the side, no longer important to Archer. His hot breath took its place against her pussy. And she shuddered eager for what was about to happen.

"I could worship you for a thousand years and still crave you." Archer said, his voice husky. He wanted her, wanted to claim her like he always did. But Archer was a man of his word. It was not his cock that entered her, even though she craved it now deal or not. It was his tongue that easily slipped inside of her, taking a taste.

"This really has to be the most divine taste." He said as he pulled out. "And I plan to feast on it."

He dove in then, as if his hunger for her was consuming him. His tongue slid in as deep as it could go and then began to explore. He knew every inch of her, explored all over her body. Yet she swore he was finding new places. New sensations of pleasure shuddered through her body. And she drooled around her gag, her limbs aching against her restraints. If Archer noticed he didn't care. He was completely focused on the task in front of him.

The first orgasm from his tongue overshadowed her previous two. Those had clearly been warmups, to get her ready for this. Every inch of her body arched and shook as it wrecked a path through her. Even behind the blindfold she saw stars in a dark night sky. It was the perfect finish to a fun session. But Archer didn't stop.

He was feasting and would not be denied. He drew out another orgasm from her, just as earth shattering. Then another. After that she lost count, lost in pleasure. After a while he finally called it quits. Or so she hoped, as her body was exhausted. Her restraints were gone and she was lifted up. She placed her head against his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat. He took her over to a couch and carefully removed her gag and blindfold.

The first sight she saw was his face, glistening with her cum that he had eagerly devoured. Then there was the smug smile. The one she had hated when they had first met that now sent shivers through her. It was a beautiful thing that lust had led to this, built something special.

"You doing alright, love?" Archer asked, his face saying he knew the answer.

"I may need a nap and to fix my makeup before tonight but yeah, I'm good."

He leaned in and kissed her, the taste of her own lust on his lips.

"Then go ahead and do that. Because that was only a taste of what I have planned for you later."

"I can't wait."