Silent

Capping the fragile bottle, I breathe a sigh of relief and remove my mask. I slid it over to sit with the others and re-read the job request.

Talic Mortien

Traider emploied by the Macten Compainy

Location Merun City

1250 silver

A tickling sickness rising up my chest, I toss the paper aside. Rubbing my cold hands together, I exhale on them, letting the warm air soothe the numbing cold.

"Why did I take this job?" I whisper to myself.

I know I didn't have a choice, and this job was issued directly from the Guild, but that still didn't make me feel better about it. The Guild knows I don't take civilian jobs, so why did they give this one to me?

Feeling a presence moving behind me, I slide my hand down to the hidden knife under my desk.

A soft, slow voice calls out, "Oh, Locain... you still working?"

Pulling my hand away from the knife, I respond, "Just finished for tonight."

Almost imperceptible footfalls approach me, and soft hands land on my shoulders. "You seem stressed. Are you missing anything? I am pretty sure I got all the requested materials for you."

Gesturing to the bottles, "You did well, Isha. I got five bottles ready. More than enough for this job."

A pitch-black arm reaches past me for one of the bottles. Pausing momentarily, Isha picks up a bottle and holds it before me. Leaning over me, I feel her weight press on my back. Turning the bottle in the air, we watch as the white liquid sloshes around.

Feeling the heat of her body warm my back, she whispers into my ear. "So this is Silent. The Namesake of Locain the Silent Wolf."

Waiting for the moment I knew was coming, a Rune flashes on her wrist, and the bottle vanishes. Grabbing her other hand, I dig my clawed fingers into her wrist.

Feeling a chuckle from her chest, she opens her hand and drops the bottle into my lap. Releasing her hand, I pick up the bottle and put it with the others. I knew it wouldn't matter if she did manage to steal that bottle, but I couldn't let her just take one of the fake Silent potions.

Placing her cheek on mine, she sighs and leans further on top of me. "Sorry, you know I had to try, right?" not waiting for me to respond, "The Guild is asking for the recipe again."

"Their request never ends." I sigh and push to stand up.

Pushing back into my seat, Isha reaches behind her. Calming my breathing, I close my eyes and focus on her heartbeat. If she is going for a weapon, I will know. Feeling her heartbeat change in a way I am not familiar with, she sets a small cup with a lid on it in front of me.

"You're freezing, aren't you?" wrapping her warm arms around me. "Drink. It will help."

Removing the cap, I am struck by the warm scent of cocoa and sugar. Sniffing the steaming brown drink, I smell a familiar spice inside.

"This coco has...." Placing a finger on my snout, she shushes me

"Love potion in it, yes," Isha admits. "But for you, it will help get the blood flowing again."

Pushing off of me, she twirls away to the other side of the room. "That is why everyone wants your Silent."

Turning my chair to see her, I ask, "Love potions are in bad taste for the guild tho?"

Seeing the Husky-kin do another twirl, I get a good view of her black fur and the silver fur covering her chest and masking her face. Her heavy coat reviling just enough to show that her body is utterly bare underneath. Her curled tail playfully swung and lifted the back so that it was clear nothing was protecting her from the cold.

"Oh no, Silly. It's not just Love potions but almost every negative potion out there. Your Silent not only allows you to move without any noise but also grants you near-complete immunity to most poisons and harmful potions.

"Oh, does it now? I wish I knew that." Knowing she is not wrong but also that Silence does so much more than that.

Siping at the hot drink, I close my eyes to enjoy the warm sensation as it trickles down my body and heats me from inside. As soon as the drink hits my stomach, my heart races, and my pulse tingles my fingertips. That was a potent love potion for it to have this much effect on me.

Opening my eyes, I see Isha smiling mischievously. "So you still drank it," she says. I was hoping you would."

"And why wouldn't I?" I ask, "I have immunity, as you said. It's only going to get colder tonight. I also have a beautiful Husky staying the night with me, And..." Giving the air a strong sniff, I smell the unmistakable scent of blood and spice. "She happens to be in her heat cycle."

Faining ignorance, she covers her mouth. "I didn't know someone else was staying here tonight."

Softly padding forward, she unclips the top of her coat, dropping it to the floor. Revealing what I had already known, her shapely body was one of the most tantalizing ones I had seen thus far. So I couldn't fault the display.

Grabbing the chair's armrests, her breath hot on my nose, she whispered, "Unless are you talking about me? If you are, I don't know if I could resist the handsome white wolf in front of me."

Opening my mouth to respond, she takes the opportunity to kiss me. Her agile tongue beats mine in the fight, and she explores every nook and cranny of my mouth before lifting her head away from me.

With her tongue still hanging out, she drips our mixture of hot saliva down my nose and cheek.

"I can taste the Love potion still," Isha says as her silver-blue eyes begin to haze. "I want more."

She grabs the cup of cocoa and takes a long sip, but I don't see her swallow. Kissing me again, she allows the almost burning hot drink to run into my mouth. Numming my tongue, the influx of burning coco makes me swallow again. Not wanting to miss out on her share, she uses her tongue to greedily lap up what remains in my mouth.

Looking into her now haze-filled eyes, understanding dawns on me. I know why the Guild sent me on this job and why Isha was sent as my second. I hope those bastards don't think they will get away with this.

Feeling her clawed hand start digging into the cloth of my shirt, I let her take it off me. Cold air bristling through my fur, I bring her body closer to me for warmth. Snaping the armrests off the chair, she sits on my lap. Now only barely taller than me, she lets out a lustful growl.

Answering in kind, I grab at her fur-covered breasts. Massaging the soft flesh underneath, she wines and mones. My body, not wanting to wait, I dig my muzzle into her cleavage and take in her robust and fertile scent.

Crying out, Isha digs her claws into my scalp. Pain shoots down my spine as I growl. Looking up, I see Isha enjoying the taste of the blood now on her claws. So that's what she likes.

Reaching my own claws around to her back, I begin to run them down her flesh. Feeling the hot tare of skin under claw, I can tell she already has many such scars hidden beneath her fur. Arching her back from the pain, she smiles down at me and grabs at my pants.

"Don't stop." Isha cries, "More! I want more."

Not bothering with the ties, she instead rips them open. Standing up, she looks down at my now free rod. Grabbing it with one hand, she squeezes just hard enough to make it uncomfortable.

"This is why I can't get enough of Wolves." She says, drooling down my chest. " The taste, the claws, and a bloody spear, just for me."

Her grip loosened, and she started to move her hand slowly. Moving up and down, I feel more blood filling my spear with each pump. Not wanting to be the only one with a racing heart, I reach down and press my fingers against the puffy black skin of her spade. Feeling hot juice spray across my unprotected balls, I shudder at just how excited she must already be.

Niping at the tinder teat before me, I spread the puffy skin with my fingers. In return, Isha stops her motion and tries to lower herself onto the red tip inches away.

Growling, I use my hand to hold her up and give a painful bite to the fleshy orb. She may be on top, but she is not in control. Pulling on me, she tries to get me inside her, but I only bite down harder. Starting to taste the metallic blood on my tongue, I press my middle finger inside her steaming walls, sealing it off from her desire.

Relenting, she accepts that I am in charge and releases my member back to the cold air. Removing my teeth from her flesh, I lick up the remaining blood, staining her white fur.

Looking up at her pleading eyes, fogged over by lust, I say, "A Bitch in Heat waits for her Male. You are mine now."

With a soft whine, she agrees and waits for me to continue. "Good," I growl.

Pumping my finger inside her, I feel spurt after spurt of her Heat run down my arm. Feeling her walls getting tighter with each pump, I nip at her breast again. The tight walls loosening again, I start to wonder how many orgasms I could deny her this way, but...

Feeling frustration build in me, this was a fun farewell, but let's finish the game!

Removing my finger as the only warning, I grab her hips and pirce Isha's spade.

Isha's legs lock under the chair, and claws dig into my shoulders. Her twitching hands dug searing lines into my flesh. Reaching one hand up, I dig my claw into her shoulder blade. Carving into her flesh, I buck my hips to jolt her even farther down my shaft.

Finishing my carving, I grab her hips and pound my meaty spear into her steaming embrace. The heat of her breath and body keeping the cold at bay.

Repedidly bucking my hips into her, I look up just long enough to see the haze fading from Isha's eyes. It's almost time, then. Pressing harder, I slip my knot inside her and feel her gasping breath bathe the back of my head.

Pressing a few more times, I feel the surge of blood leave me and swell into my knot, locking her spade around my root.

Feeling heat poor out of me and into her, I shoot my load deep inside her womb. The building pressure covers my rod and presses against my knot. Knowing not one drop of Heat will escape, I push even farther and shoot another load inside.

Breathing heavily, I relax my body, content with what I have done. Hearing Isha chuckle, I look up at her.

Smiling down at me, she licks a line up my snout and over the top of my head.

"Oh, Locain. That was amazing." Isha whispers into my ear.

Pain shoots into my skull as she bites a chunk out of that same ear.

"Isha!" I cry out, "What the Fuck are you doing? How are you doing it? Love potion should have you addled for several hours at least."

Laughing loudly this time, "Oh, that wasn't a Love potion. You said it yourself. The guild doesn't like them. "

Grabbing the cup, she drinks the rest of the coco. Seeing the fog return to her eyes, the pressure and heat on my knot increase drastically before spurts of hot juice spray across my empty sack.

Shaking her head, the fog fades again. "That was only a strong aphrodisiac that hits faster than most."

Trying to reach up and grab her, I feel my arms go limp and hang lifelessly beside me.

"Oh, and that." Isha smiles and opens her mouth. Seeing one of her teeth cracked open, I look to my shoulder and see a pale yellow foam bubbling across the scratches she left.

"I couldn't let you use your arms well I am stuck to you. Now, could I?" Isha says.

Baring my teeth, I lung for her throat, but a fist smashes into the side of my jaw.

"Just accept it," She growls. "You have lost!"

Calming her breathing down, she grabs my nose and leans it away. Why can't men ever accept a loss," she mumbles, reaching behind me.

"Let's just make sure," she says with a bored tone.

Isha grabs one of the bottles off the desk and forces it into my mouth. Drinking the bitter potion, I gasp after it is done, but no sound is made.

She excitedly shuffles on my lap, twisting my root in painful directions. "One final test left," she says, baring her teeth at me.

Feeling my heart grow colder than the air around us, I brace myself for what will come.

With a sharp, burning pain, I feel my own knife pierce the back of the chair and dig into me.

Crying out in pain, no sound escapes me. Hearing her cackle makes me wonder how I ever thought this woman was beautiful. Putting her hand on my hips, she starts to push herself off of me. Putting far more pressure against my root than it's designed for sends waves of pain across my hips. Farther and farther, she pushes as I scream out in Silence until I am forced out of the tied spade. Poping with the release of pressure, searing juice sprays across my now pain-filled spear.

Stepping back from me, Isha holds up the remaining bottles and gives a toothy grin at me.

"I must thank you for this," she says, waving the bottles. "It's not every day someone can say no to the guild, but you did it five times."

Picking her coat off the ground, she slides the bottle inside and pulls out a smaller knife.

"You have just given me my biggest payday ever." Sliding the knife down her stomach and pointing to her still dripping womb, "And I am going to need it after the other gift you gave me finally arrives."

Trying to shout something to her only makes her laugh more.

Isha raises the knife to throw it at me, so I Close my eyes. I pray that she at least has a better throw than her acting was. I would hate to die by bleeding out after all.

'Thunk'

Gasping, I open my eyes and find myself lying on the floor in a pool of dried blood. That was a good throw, after all. Pierced my skull in one thow.

Pressing myself off the floor, I see the black talons dig into the wood boards. Sitting up quickly, I feel my face, curved beak, heavy plumage, and large eyes. Looking myself over, I see my new wings and laugh. A Falcon, huh? That's cool.

Standing up, I stretch and fluff up my feathers, it's still cold, after all. Stepping over to grab my torn pants, I feel a cold breeze pass between my legs. My hand shot down, and I chirp in surprise as my talon slides past tender flesh and inside me.

Pulling out my finger, I look at the now glossy black nail. "It has been some time since I have Reincarnated as a female. I may try to enjoy it a little longer this time.

Grabbing my shirt, I am forced to put it on backward, thanks to my wings, and I use some spare fabric to tie my pants back on. Pulling my knife from the back of the chair, I look around and listen. Deciding that no one was around, I forced my gut to twist inside me. Again, I flex and twist until the nausea builds, and I throw up onto the floor.

Catching my breath, I pick up a small glass vile and crack the top open. Poring the contents back inside me, my body retches and the taste. Forcing myself to keep it down, burning needles start to stab into every nerve of my body. Collapsing to the floor, I dig my talons into it and leave gashes as my hands dig into the wood.

Slowly, the pain fades enough for me to stand again. Looking back at my new snow-white wings, I sigh. "Is anyone even going to be able to tell I am a Falcon now?"

Shaking off that thought, I grab the job request off the desk. Fliping it over, I nick myself with my nail and draw a Rune on the paper. Seeing the blood of the Rune spread across the article, I chirp a small laugh.

"You thought you won, huh." Seeing the blood mapping the nearby town and then darkening inside the bar. "Isha, your bad habits have always been your downfall."

Walking outside, I see the snow-covered field in front of me. Seeing Isha's footprints, I scowl. "So unprofessional."

Looking back at the doorframe, I see the Guild Rune carved into it and scratched it out. Declaring war on the Guild itself.

"Isha First, then the Guild." I hiss

Her thinking that she is a better assassin than me for even a minute longer makes my blood boil. Spreading my wings, I take to the air.

"Isha, Feras is coming for you!" I cry out into the clear blue sky.