Snakes Over Wolves

This world is ruled by the Beast Folk, a superior race possessing both animal traits and human forms. The Beast Folk are divided into three major categories. Higher races, Serpikins, the most powerful and wealthy race known for their cunning, vindictiveness, and extreme loyalty. Serpikins possess a unique physiology that allows them to experience far more intense sensory sensations than other races during marking rituals. Ebony, the future head of the Serpikin Clan. Is the most powerful among them, lichens, renowned for their strength, speed and teamwork. They are a traditional warrior race. Male lichens are generally arrogant and controlling, upholding the value of survival of the fittest. Middle races foxkins, a rare race known for their intelligence and talent for potions. Among men, the nine tailed foxkin are legendary beings. The female protagonist, Winnie, is the only one of her kind and possesses nine lives. Rabbit King, delicate in appearance and gentle in nature. They are known for their harmless image. The female supporting character Lola exploits this racial stereotype to disguise herself as a saintly figure. Lower races, sin, marginalized groups, rogues, beastfolk expelled from their clans, mostly the elderly, the violent, or criminals who can only be matched with unwanted beastfolk through the marriage matching system. Slaves, beastfolk branded with a slave mark. Stripped of all rights, with their descendants condemned to slavery. A lifelong bond between orcs created by leaving an irreversible mark on one's partner through intimate acts. Orcs who have not been marked by the age of twentyfive will be forcibly paired by the matchmaking bureau. Mating partners are typically outcasts, the elderly, the infant, or the violent potion making is a major industry in this world. Potion challenge, an annual spectacle where the winner receives immense wealth and the favor of the nobility. Veritasian, a potion that forces the truth from a person. Its side effect is that the user cannot control their speech, making it a tool for exposing lies. Master of Potions, the highest honorary title bestowed upon the nation's finest potions master. My name is Winnie. I am the last surviving ninetailed fox. I once had nine lives; now. only one left. The first eight of my skins were torn from me by my childhood best friend and fiancé, Sirius, and turned into the luxurious fox fur coat now draped over the shoulders of my adopted sister, Lola. Simply because I was strong and resilient, I was told I should endure, be tolerant, and allow others to trample me. But today, this is the beginning of my complete transformation.

That night, months ago, Sirius had pressed me down onto the bed, his body hot and heavy against mine. His hands roamed greedily over my curves, fingers digging into the sensitive base of my nine tails, stroking and tugging until I was trembling uncontrollably. "Winnie, you're driving me crazy. " he had growled huskily against my neck, his breath scorching my skin as he kissed and sucked the most sensitive spots. I had arched into him desperately, soft whimpers escaping my lips as waves of pleasure surged through me. Our bodies moved together in a feverish rhythm, slow and deep at first. Then faster and harder. Skin slid against sweat slicked skin, heavy breaths turning into moans and gasps that filled the room. Every powerful thrust made my tails curl tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer as ecstasy built higher and higher inside me. I cried out his name, nails digging into his back, as intense pleasure crashed over me again and again, my whole body shaking violently in release. He followed moments later, groaning deeply against my throat. His body shivering powerfully as he held me tight. marking me with his scent. The memory tasted bitter now, like ash in my mouth. Smirking, I said. But on one condition. on the day I'm marrying, you will make Lola confess in public that she stole my potion.

My words could have been a clap of thunder. My father, still holding the serpentkin's proposal letter, froze in the air. My mother was left gaping, her tail bristing as she cried. "Have you lost your mind, Winnie? Ebony is born and bloodthirsty! There were rumors that he almost throws bit through a servant's throat when he snapped. It's suicide! " I was about to argue when my father cleared his throat. "You're right, Sirius and Lola have marked each other. What would happen to them if Winnie doesn't marry? " A look of conflict briefly flashed in my mother's eyes, and she slowly let go of my hand. My heart grew cold in turn, even though I was their biological daughter. They had always preferred Lola, even though she was adopted, just because she knew how to sweet talk and play the damsel in distress. As I stood there, a heated memory suddenly flooded my mind, unbuilding, making my cheeks burn with unwanted heat.

Your fiance is mine now, the future head of the serpent kings. I will. My adopted sister won the Elixir Challenge by stealing my potion. To her shock, she was informed that the event was a selection event for the future wife of the Serpentkin's future head, the same heir who was infamously impotent, barbaric, and furious. When the Serpentkin sent over a proposal letter demanding her hand in marriage, my fiance panicked and promptly took my adopted sister away for a quick, quick marriage. Once the deed was done, she returned triumphantly, showing off the mark on her lower back. Well, what are you going to do now, Winnie? Your fiancé is mine now, and you'll be 25 in three days. If no one comes to pick you up, you'll just be dumped into the hands of some wifebeating rogue who is aging and unwanted. Actually, she was wrong. I had a choice. I went to the parlor where my parents, who were busy fixing the mess my adopted sister made, were. Announce me. I will.