In the bedroom of the diplomatic residence, Greg pushed her up against a wall, mouth sucking and teeth nibbling on her cheek, her jaw, her neck as his hands roamed her body, bolder than before. Her moans came out louder as he trailed down her cleavage, mouth snuck underneath the garment and the padding stitched to it before his tongue greeted her peak with a wet, seductive stroke. She groaned, eyes rolling back and hands clinging onto his hair for support when her legs gave way. Her underwear was already drenched as heat radiated in waves from her body, need coursing through her veins and making her lower region throb. “You should know,” he began in a low rumble, kissed her breast, and continued, “I’m anything but gentle when it comes to this.” With that, he took a nipple between his teeth and bit, letti

Seated side-by-side at a circular lunch table that they weren’t sharing with anyone else, Sush disclosed - in hushed tones - of Kenji’s “joke”, and Greg decided the wimpy eastern octopus was humorous enough to not get himself killed. This time. Fear his cousin? Please. That softie’s rules were so much less rigid and so much more standard and boring than Greg’s own ever had been. Sush promptly added, “I’m only telling you this to come clean. Don’t spread this around. For all I know, he either told me that in confidence or during a temporary lapse of judgment.” “Well, that’s his mistake, isn’t it?” Greg smirk

Greg scooped her from the chair and fastened her around his hips as his hands on her butt pinned her to him, bringing her to the wall, where he locked the door and was immensely grateful for the lack of cameras in this room as she began grinding his steel-hard rod. Holding her still so he didn’t cum before he wanted to - before she did, his fingers and thumb moved skillfully along her shirt, unbuttoning from the top and her black lace bra got him even more aroused. He never thought he had a thing for lace lingerie. And he didn’t. Not until it was on her. Undoing the front clasp, he devoured her softness and his tongue toyed with the hard peak as she gasped, jerked and moaned, fingers in his hair pulled at his locks at delicious intervals. His hand headed south, u

Greg wasn’t sure. He was definitely sure how he felt about Sush, but he wasn’t sure if those feelings would be accepted by his little sweetheart. Still, he wanted to give this a chance. Sush was more nervous about meeting the pup than she was about meeting the other octopuses on her first day as a hunter-in-training. She unpacked her clothes the previous day and had been going through her options so long that she and Greg didn’t have time for sex. Greg was on his routined call with Enora as he watched Sush swap one shirt for another on the bed, pondered, then swapped the pants for another pair of pants. Brows arched deep like she was trying to crack a code, she then brought the shoes she intended to wear and placed them at the foot of the bed, then swapped the shirt again. 

Ken was on Lucy’s lap when she chatted with Liam, her favorite nephew, who was already nine years old, picking up math and science taken by twelve-year-olds but was struggling in general studies since he spent most of his time in the scientific realm that he’d always failed to allocate enough time to keep up with the happenings of the kingdom.  He only got a decent grade because his father was alpha and mother a luna and minister. Conversation on the kingdom’s affairs and those of the pack was normal at home, which was apparently enough for him to pass but never enough to score. He didn’t mind it, nor did his parents or favorite aunt, though his grandmother - ever the perfectionist and high achiever even at her current age - did suggest he try allocating more time for the subject. Liam tried it for three days before calling it quits and returning to the numbers an