Gabby sputtered as Iona’s wet tongue assaulted her face. The wolf had woken up before her master and had gotten impatient. But now that she had noticed her master waking, the licks became even more fervorous.

  “No! Bad wolf!” Gabby said, pushing Iona away. The affectionate wolf didn't get the hint until Gabby commanded her to stop with her [Telepathy]. “No wake Gabby.”

  The wolf’s ears sank with a soft whine. Her begging eyes met Gabby's stern. All she wanted to do was to show her master how much she adored her.

  Gabby was still mad. She didn't like being woken up, especially when her bed had gotten this comfortable. Iona's warm fur was almost enough to make up for her transgression. Almost.

  A new blue screen was hovering in front of Gabby. She had been too distracted by the wolf to notice it until now.

  [ Your Forest Slime Tara has leveled up! Level 2 -> 3 ]

  It seemed Tara had been busy throughout the night. She had been diligently massaging her mistress without pause. Gabby must have come during the night as her balls were empty and drained. It was unfortunate that she hadn't been able to experience the orgasms, but the satisfaction still remained.

  The living pile of goo had grown since the day before. Not much but enough to notice, as it wriggled around Gabby's semi-erect cock.

  Did Tara also put points into strength? Gabby scanned Tara’s mind. There was nothing indicating that the slime knew it had leveled up, only thoughts about Gabby’s cock and how to milk it.

  That brought up a second question, how did Tara level up? Gabby had leveled up when she killed the rabbit, and when she [Dominated] Iona.

  Tara had just been wrapped around her cock the entire night. Was drinking her cum what leveled Tara up? Gabby eyed the slime. She would need to test that ter.

  Gabby stood up. Iona followed after her, excited to do something other than sleep. Judging by her excited tripping, the poison of biteleaves was completely out of the wolf's system. It was unfair, Gabby still had a light stinging sensation in her fingertips.

  She left the cave with an almost completely white Tara wrapped around herself. Iona, not wanting to be left behind, squeezed through the narrow crack after her master. The wolf didn't show it, but from her thoughts Gabby could tell Iona was starving. She hadn’t eaten in several days. And the goblin herself was getting peckish as well.

  “Iona and Gabby hunt,” Gabby decred. Iona’s ears perked up, and she bounced excitedly on her paws. There was nothing she wanted more than to hunt with her favourite person.

  Gabby walked up to Iona, stroking her hand through her soft fur before grabbing a handful for bance. With a determined breath she swung her leg up, aiming to mount the rge wolf.

  Iona startled, reflexively jerking away, sending Gabby stumbling forward.

  Gabby hit the ground with a thud. For a moment she id on the ground in silence before pushing herself up. Her eyes locked onto Iona.

  The wolf felt the anger of her master as a cold chill went down her spine. The much rger creature shrunk under the goblin’s gre. She just didn't like the idea of someone riding her.

  An ice-cold cw grabbed hold of the wolf’s mind. Wrenching the control she had over her own body away from her, forcing the wolf to look into Gabby’s eyes.

  “Iona listen to Gabby.”

  The words crashed against Iona's mind. Every word hammering against the wolf’s head, shaking her thoughts like an earthquake, breaking any resistance it found. Mental barriers the wolf didn’t know were there crumbled under the pressure of Gabby’s mind.

  “Iona let Gabby ride Iona.”

  Another tremor rippled through her, leaving Iona confused. The wolf had denied her master riding her. But it couldn’t understand why.

  Feeling the wolf’s thoughts break at her command left Gabby with an immense sense of satisfaction. She only needed to do one more thing to be done.

  “Iona happy Gabby ride Iona.”

  The wolf's tail began wagging as the st of her hesitation disappeared. She was going on a hunt with her master after all. And her master was even going to ride her. Iona was so happy she couldn't contain herself.

  The gullible wolf pranced up to her master and id down. Allowing Gabby to easily mount her pet. Iona's tail was wagging like a hurricane. Gabby pressed her body against the soft fur, hugging onto Iona as the wolf stood up and ran into the forest.

  Riding Iona was fast, way faster than Gabby walking. The wolf could keep up a light run without getting tired, she moved faster and quieter than Gabby ever could.

  A downside was that Gabby slid down the wolf’s back as she moved. There were no good handholds on the wolf. Which forced Iona to slow down to make sure she didn't accidentally buck her master off her back.

  The trio made it to Gabby's secret ravine in record time. Gabby didn't even bother to check it. She wanted meat, and Iona needed meat. Berries weren’t an option today.

  The wolf rexed as she was turned away from the slope. It was obvious that the experience from yesterday had been traumatic to her.

  Gabby didn't care about that. Iona was hers, and if she wanted the bloodwolf to do something, she expected it to be done. Jumping into a bush of biteleaves included. The only thing Iona should fear was Gabby. Iona didn't notice the small trickle of correcting thoughts that her master pushed into her mind.

  After a short run, Iona stopped. The rge wolf stopped to smell the ground. She had caught the scent of prey. Iona took a few heavy sniffs to let the smell fill her nostrils, before setting off in an excited sprint.

  It was amusing how much pleasure Iona took from the hunt. There was nothing in the world that the wolf liked more. She loved the feeling of wind running through her fur. The thrill of prey being close. The comfortable weight of her mistress on her back. Gabby was almost fttered at how much her wolf enjoyed it.

  With Iona’s speed they quickly caught up to a lizard, bathing in a single ray of sunlight piercing through the canopy. The creature was about half the size of Iona but slightly wider than her. Small tufts of grass-like hairs jutted out from the cracks of its thick scales.

  Gabby dismounted Iona a distance away from the lizard. The wolf's ears drooped, already missing having her master on her back. But Gabby didn't care much for the wolf’s opinion, authoritatively directing Iona to move next to her.

  Together they crept towards the lizard. What Gabby knew about lizards was that they were slow and tough. They had strong legs, but the real danger was their bites. Gabby had never hunted a lizard before. Not because she was scared of them or anything. Totally not. It was just not worth it to risk attacking something the same size as herself.

  But now she was ready to hunt one. With her increased strength, a lizard like this would be easy to kill. Doubly so with a powerful wolf at her command.

  Gabby looked at Iona. The wolf was intently focused on the lizard, but occasionally her eye would gnce over at Gabby. Iona was waiting on her signal.

  “Kill.”