The Scarlet Paladin

After returning from the clothing district, Ursa sat on her bed. She stared at the clothes strung out on the floor, five new additions to her wardrobe that she never expected. Well, the blouse and tunics she could understand. Not the red dress or the black one. Both stood out to Ursa.

She let out a sigh. Why did she go along with the two’s enthusiasm and get these outfits? Why? They weren’t even useful in combat or fit her image. No, but Claire liked them on her, and that made her brain fuzzy. She squirmed just thinking about it.

She laid back on the bed and let out her breath. She could hardly think about anything else now. Claire’s words just echoed in her mind while warming up her chest. She could feel her face redden and her pussy quiver. Her breath quickened as she fought off the urge to touch herself.

“Fuck… Why do her words affect me?” Ursa grumbled to herself. She could hear her companions shifting in the room beside her. They were preparing to return to the clothing district. Part of Ursa wanted to join them. But she couldn’t. Not with her body like this. It ached for Claire’s touch.

“Rava forgive me…” Ursa said with a bit of shame. She got so caught up in Claire’s enthusiasm that she had forgotten all about her mission. It was her sacred mission. She should be gathering leads, not lying in a room thinking about a woman. She wished that she could communicate with her goddess and ask for her guidance.

All she could do right now was fight or give in to her body’s desire for pleasure. The leather of her pants was already soaked, and her feminine sex begged for her attention. She let out a whimper as the desire overwhelmed her. Her animalistic desires were extremely difficult to fend off, even with her discipline training.

She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her dignity as a Ravian warrior. She tried her best to clear her mind and focus her mind entirely on her own breathing. But none of it helped. All she could think about was Claire’s smile and her words. Her concentration was always interrupted by Claire calling her beautiful or how the woman’s pants seemed to jump upon seeing her. It infected her meditation.

“Why am I like this? It can’t just be her aura… or her charm.” Ursa spoke aloud, her voice cracking slightly. She wanted to desperately understand why she was feeling this way, why even her wolf side pushed her to indulge. 

“Why?” She whimpered. A desperate question to her other form. Her canine instincts beckoned her to get Claire’s approval or just her touch. Her wolf side desperately wanted more attention from Claire. “Just because she pet you?” Ursa asked her other self.

She could feel the response deep within. It wasn’t just the petting. It was the food, her calm nature, and her jumping in to protect Ursa. All of those nearly instantly won over her wolf form. It’d be funny if it wasn’t happening to her.

“Goddess… please give me a sign… I can’t hold up anymore…” Ursa begged to the silent room. She wasn’t expecting an answer. Just one last whimper before she gave in to her urges. She slid the leather pants off of her, revealing her soaked pussy. It dripped arousal that wet the bed around her.

Relief was the first thing she felt upon touching herself. Like she could finally relieve the tension built up within her. It was quickly followed by pleasure as she touched her nub. She knew it had a name, but it wasn’t coming to her at the moment. All she could think about was how great playing with it felt.

Her eyesight blurred as she crossed her eyes. The pleasure began to overwhelm her as her other fingers teased her entrance. A flash of Claire’s cock from before reentered her mind, spurring her on. It quickly became the only thing she could think about. Her mind was obsessing over whether or not it could fit inside her.

Before she had even realized it, three of her fingers were inside her pussy. She felt herself tighten around them as they wiggled around. Her middle finger just barely hit that sensitive spot, and her back arched. If this is how her fingers felt, she couldn’t imagine how Claire’s cock would feel.

That was the last thought she had before her consciousness blacked out. She didn’t even get to enjoy her orgasm before passing out, the stimulation was too much for the poor woman. She now found herself deep within her own mind, lying in a field that felt like her home. She glanced around, looking for the annoyance that pulled her out of her orgasm.

And there it was, lying a few feet away from her. Its red eyes watched her as she got up from the ground. The unmoving wolf lay before her, its tail wagging lightly. Ursa let out a groan, understanding she’d need to talk to her wolf again. 

“What?” She said, already annoyed from passing out before experiencing that pleasure again. Now she had to deal with this.

“You asked for a sign…” Her own voice said back to her. The wolf’s mouth didn’t move, but it didn’t need to. Its internal thoughts were projected onto Ursa. “This is your sign.”

Ursa let out a deep breath, not even bothering to comment. She already knew what her wolf was going to say. She, too, wanted Claire. Ursa’s wolf instincts screamed to obey Claire, follow her, and earn her praise. “But what about Rava’s teachings?”

Her wolf’s eyes changed to a more playful look. Its tail was wagging with even more vigor before it responded. “She approves.” That was all it said in that annoyingly playful tone. Its wagging tail thumped on the ground in excitement. Ursa’s knees nearly gave out as her stance faltered.

“Liar… she would ne-” Ursa tried to get out. She was doing her best to cling to the beliefs she was taught. 

“Nope! Asked her myself. Apparently, She had a change of heart…” The wolf said playfully. That teasing voice grated on her ears, while an image of Elsie appeared in her mind. “And She asked me to pass that on to you… enjoy yourself.”

Ursa’s legs fully gave out as she fell to her knees. The thick grass cushioned the blow, or should have if it weren’t all in her mind. She felt tears form in her eyes at the sacrilegious idea that Rava had changed her tune on emotional relationships. Why now? Why not before?

Her next thoughts went to her sister. The woman she had admired her entire life. Until she came home with a woman, someone she had fallen in love with. Ursa was supposed to keep it a secret from the tribe. But she didn’t. She did what she thought Rava would have wanted her to do.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the laughs of her wolf form. The cackling that had annoyed her since they first bonded. “Ahh, right… that. Rava sends her apologies. At the time, she was still stuck in her old ways…”

True anger flared in Ursa as strength returned to her legs. This has to be some sort of joke. How could her Goddess have flipped so easily? When did she change? Why now? She dug her hands into the dirt, balling them into fists.

“Mmm… that is a good question…” her wolf form responded. Its playful attitude was toned down as it pondered to itself. Ursa fought the urge to attack the wolf when it finally stood up. It moved closer to Ursa before giving her a light lick on her forehead. “My guess would be Claire’s Goddess…”

“Guess?” Ursa said with vitriol. She finally stood up to face her wolf. “What do you mean, guess? Aren’t you able to talk to her?”

“Um, kind of. It’s more like I feel it-” Her wolf tried to say before Ursa swung at it. The wolf lept back, dodging the sucker punch. Its tail wagged enthusiastically as it readied a return strike. “Don’t be like that! You feel what I’m thinking, right? It’s the same with Rava.”

But Ursa was not listening. Her battle switch had been flipped, and her berserker skill kicked in. She charged at her wolf with every intention to beat its smug face in. But she wasn’t given the chance, her consciousness returned to her body. She jolted out of bed and was ready for a fight.

Her eyes darted around, her fists balled, looking for an enemy to latch on and attack. She stood in a fighting stance for several minutes before her mind came back. Her anger simmered while her annoyance grew. 

“That stupid fucking bitch!” She yelled before hitting the bed. She hated her stupid wolf’s personality. The cheeky bitch just loved to get under her skin. “I swear to Rava…”

She fell back onto the bed before realizing she was pantsless. A bit of embarrassment washed over her as she realized how she probably looked when she jolted awake. Half-naked and bloodthirsty. The thought made her giggle. And that giggle led to an almost maniacal laugh.

“Fuck it. I have Rava’s blessing now.” Ursa said, stopping her laughing fit. Nothing was holding her back anymore. “Claire… you better be ready.”