Taming the Wolf Knight — Ash Gray

Having been banished by Lythara to the isle of Menosea, Zelda is trapped in a world of hostile elves with little hope of return. Lost and wandering through a magick mist, Zelda meets Arryn, an elven knight of the order of Wolf, whose magick sword and pretty glowing eyes are mystifying. Wolf Knights consider themselves of a holy order and Arryn has been celebate 1000 years. Can she resist the temptation Zelda presents her? Don't miss the fifth installment of this lesbian harem romance!  --Calain held back a laugh, knowing that to do so would have only provoked the elf. But as it turned out, she might as well have had her laugh, for the male sheathed his bow on his back and suddenly lunged on her, screaming, You f***ed my sister! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!  Calain went down hard, the wind knocked out of her. She barely had time to block with her arm when the male elf, in a snarling rage, began to punch at her face again and again. Calain shielded herself with her forearms and only made defensive maneuvers, not wishing to accidentally injure Imodel's brother, who – true to his bellows -- seemed hell-bent on killing her.   Calain was vaguely aware of Imodel somewhere screaming, Stop it! Stop it! Leave her alone! and of elves gathering to watch the fight with interest.  --Who…? Zelda began and suddenly felt too tired to finish the sentence.  I am Arryn, a Knight of the Wolf. And this is Menosea. At ten o' clock on a Monandaeg morning, answered the knight, and her pink lips curled in a small smile.  Zelda smiled back, feeling at ease. You are beautiful, she thought, looking at the knight.-- If you truly love Calain, said Arryn soothingly, you will find some way to reconcile. Calain loves you. This I know.   How do you know? said Zelda to the ground. Because she's coming right now to slay me, answered Arryn.  Zelda looked up and went still in shock: Calain was marching at them through the trees, her face tight with rage, her red ponytail streaming. --Arryn was moaning and gasping, shocked and trembling with pleasure one moment, baffled and blushing the next. Her muscular belly was trembling, so were her thighs.   Relax, Zelda whispered, trailing kisses over Arryn's skin to sooth her.  Relax, Arryn, my Knight of the Wolf . . .  Tis . . . so intense, Arryn whispered, blushing harder. It should be after one thousand years, Zelda thought.   --Calain is such a hot-headed fool, Zelda said bitterly.   Arryn smiled. If Calain were anything other than what she is, you would not love her.