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Muna found herself once again on the stoop of 108 Mifflin Street. White intimidating walls calling to her with an eerie silence. The dead of night hid her approach well, but standing under the lone porch light Muna felt exposed and ready for an ambush.

Slowly and quietly she opened the door into the grand foyer with its winding staircase and multiple passage ways leading to and fro. It had been a long time, since she set foot in the mansion, but not much had changed. The mirror on the wall still reflected her image with a little too much detail, attracting her hand to trace her own reflection. And the smell of apples and cinnamon wafted past on the breeze, but the peaceful remembrance did not last long. The ruffle of material behind Muna had her rounding about, hands clawing into fabric as she lunged against a figure, slamming them back into the wall with a growl.

Though Muna’s growl was short lived, as smirk found its way onto the figure’s face. Muna quickly realized exactly who it was she had pinned in place, but it was too late. Regina oozed sensuality and magic, the very air about her seeming to crackle with both and the predator already had the prey in its claws. As quickly as she had attacked, Muna made to pull away from the dangerous woman, but strong digits grasped the back of her arms firmly and pulled her off balance and into a more secure hold.

Feet struggled and mind reeled, lips coming within inches of each other. The magical draw called to Muna’s wolf and made her skin itch, her mind cloudy. The mayor knew this, patiently waiting and watching as Muna ground down her teeth in a feeble attempt to bury the feeling welling up inside. This would have never flown in Muna’s training. She was to relax and release it all, allowing Regina to siphon off the excess magic, both helping Muna and herself at the same time. And Muna had been so good about it in her training too. It would be a shame to have lost all of it because the wolf had slipped her restraints one night and ran off into the woods without a backwards glance. But the were was back now, just like Regina knew she would be and this brought her more sadistic joy than watching the wolf struggle under her fingertips. Knowing that no matter how far Muna ran, she couldn’t out run he breast nor conquer the urges it brought out in her.

Without a change in her expression Regina slid a thigh up and between Muna’s legs, eliciting a gasp and causing Muna to bury her forehead into the Regina’s neck. Ah, just like Regina remembered, deep chuckle resonated in her chest causing the werewolf to groan and grind against the suit clad thigh. The beast had been to take over.

With a turn of her head Muna exposed her neck, tilting back and clamping her hands down almost to the point of painful. There would be bruises, but that was fine. Magic could heal it without much problem. Regina’s smirk grew and she tilted her head down for the offered treat, tongue dancing about on the delicate skin, tracing up to a point behind Muna’s jaw where the blood ran close to the surface. If magic had a taste, it would be unique to each person and creature and Muna’s was delightfully sweet.

But the moment was severed as Muna realized what her beast was doing and yanked back again, now golden orbs scrunching shut against the sight of the woman. Lips pulled back into a snarl, but all of it was for naught as thigh crushed into her groin once again, snapping more of the tenuous threads that held the beast at bay. Regina composed herself, hiding the anger at the disobedience and exhilaration at having her wolf back behind a mask of patience. The game was what made the victory that much better, even if she knew she would ultimately win…


The last of the Mohicans! Friggin awsome lovely work by  Lysandre Keep a look out for more to come!