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- Amy Sunders - 03-11-2012 [html] OOC all my posts are short. no worries Word Count → 000 Amy was tugged closer, allowing her to rub into him. His hand finally found her, and rubbed there slightly. She couldn't stop the slight gasp that escaped her, though she quickly grabbed onto her emotions. This was just a lesson. She couldn't let herself get carried away. Her own hand stroked his sheath, perking up under her constant ministrations. Pressure increased, and Amy's ability to concentrate slipped for a moment before coming back. Dhiate was looking to her for approval, and she managed a tart nod before he leaned into her kiss.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-11-2012 [html] OOC here! Dhiate felt the strangest urge to pull his mistress closer, yet he also wanted to push her away. He loved what she was doing to his body, yet hated what he must do to her own though she seemed to love it. He felt a small satisfaction when he heard her gasp, saw her nod. He let his tongue dance alongside hers, pressing close before she pulled away to yelp. He caught his breath at the reprieve, chest rising and falling rapidly. Gently, he helped her with his hand not in use and began to tug her pants lower, the tips of his fingers stroking her leg. He felt her hands at his waistband and he closed his eyes. So this was it. He would have sex with his mistress whether he liked it or not. He opened his blue eyes to see her desperation. He wasn't exactly sure what it was about, but he kept his smile cool. He removed his hand from her fold and wrapped it around her hips. He pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth, pushed his tongue out slowly and drug it down her jaw, her neck, traced her collar bone before he let up. Dhiate felt his pants drop to the ground. Suddenly, his member was touching her bare body. He placed both hands and her hip and gently pushed her to meet his body. He was willing, if this was what she wished. .dhiatelust .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .dhiatelust p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dhiatelust b {color:#891800; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dhiatelust {background-color:#191919; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... qraq-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:447px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#812E09; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:370px; text-align:left; } </style> [/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-11-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Dhiate's fingers danced down her leg, helping her escape the confinement placed on her. Acting civil was such a bother at times like this. Keeping herself constrained and polite meant when she broke loose she really went wild. Why Dhiate decided to remove his hand at that moment was beyond her. It broke a growl from her lips as she tried to move closer, to keep the hand inside. Dhiate's cold look sent shivers down her. Her hand moved up, gripping at his throat, growling for his submission. He seemed so controlled, while she had managed to lose it.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-11-2012 [html] OOC here! She growled at him. He wasn't sure why, but she wasn't happy. Her anger grew more evident when her hand flew up to his throat. He struggled not to cry out, not to scream for mercy, but he knew that would just make it worse. Dhiate gripped both hips in his hands and plunged in. His entire body rippled, but with revulsion rather than pleasure. He didn't understand how other males did this day in and day out. It was just plain gross, but it seemed to make her happy. He felt her hand trail back down, and he sent himself back in, deeper this time. It grew harder and harder to stay with her. He wanted to pull away, wanted to hide in a corner. It sickened him that he was able to do this, and Dhiate arched his back, pressing ever closer. He did this to please her and it seemed to be working. Again, and again he went in. His hand moved up her body, delicately tracing the lines of her muscles. They ran across her supple breasts and then over her shoulders. Dancing down her back, they returned to their original position. He sent his member in deeper, deeper, deeper and his moved his tongue over her golden body. He yearned to scream to cry out for help. This was worse than pain. .dhiatelust .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .dhiatelust p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dhiatelust b {color:#891800; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dhiatelust {background-color:#191919; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... qraq-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:447px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#812E09; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:370px; text-align:left; } </style> [/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-12-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Dhiate's hands rested on her hips. His eyes widened as she gripped him, so different from the male that had openly defied her until the very end. She still wasn't sure who came out on top from that encounter. Her eyes softened and she pulled her hand away, letting the pleasure wash through her body as he thrusted into her. Delicately she let her hands dance over what managed to slip out between thrusts, grasping his balls and gently stroking them before letting her hand splay over his chest.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-12-2012 [html] OOC here! Her beautiful golden body was supple and smooth, together they were locked. She was gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful. Dhiate felt a pang of regret that he felt nothing. He almost wished he were not gay, so that he might find a way to bring her more pleasure. Alas, it was not so, and every thrust made him want to run. Dhiate wanted to run away screaming. He wanted to hide within himself and never come out, he felt so violated. That soft, tender look in her eyes was the only thing that kept him going. His breathing had gotten heavier, but he didn't quit. Dhiate's only source of pleasure was when he left her and her hands danced. She pushed herself to him, and he was again forced to her iron will. He pushed harder, plunged deeper. He wasn't exactly sure what he was plunging for, what he was trying to hit, he could only hope he'd find it. He pushed his body against her, pulled her close with his arms. She seemed to have her own inner struggle, though he was unsure of its purpose. He pressed his face into the hollow between her shoulder and neck, drew his tongue over her satin fur. He longed to remit, to end this futile fight. Her voice brought him back from his self pity. She sounded so sweet like that. Dhiate was washed with a reborn urge to please her, she that cared for him when no one else would. Despite his revolting body, he went on with renewed vigor and gently ran his tongue over her ear soothingly. Whatever troubled her, he hoped it would leave soon. He would drive it out, no matter his own pain. .dhiatelust .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .dhiatelust p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dhiatelust b {color:#891800; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dhiatelust {background-color:#191919; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... qraq-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:447px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#812E09; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:370px; text-align:left; } </style> [/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-13-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Dhiate hit inside her, and a cry escaped her as he struck the sweet spot in her body. Again! What was she saying? What was she thinking? It didn't matter. She would take what she wanted, and be satisfied. His thin delicate arms wrapped around her body. It felt strange, held by such a feminine figure. Muscles rippled under her fur, despite the fact that she still managed to portray the ideal female with her body. He lacked them, simply existing within a delicate world without violence.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-13-2012 [html] OOC here! Dhiate almost sighed in relief at her cry, for he knew its sound. It sounded just as his had that night. That night he became what he was now. He didn't regret it, not one bit, but he'd make sure that Hadley would. There was no way he'd let that man live without knowing what he had done. Dhiate plunged harder, trying to hit that spot again, or perhaps find another. Her rock hard muscles were coiled tightly under his dainty arms. He almost envied them for he knew that if he had those abs, he wouldn't look nearly so feminine. Dhiate stroked those dense muscles that made her golden fur ripple. She still seemed to be having trouble, and Dhiate still didn't know what it was about. He felt her hands tightened against him when she balked them into fists and he gently kissed her cheek. He didn't want her to feel so troubled. He wanted her to relax. Dhiate pushed himself farther than he'd ever gone hoping that in some way it'd set her at ease. He gripped her tightly as she moaned and kissed his face. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, already beginning to wheeze, but he still had a lot left in him. He kept going in, aiming for sweet spots, hitting some, missing more, but still going. He would do this for his beautiful mistress. .dhiatelust .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .dhiatelust p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dhiatelust b {color:#891800; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dhiatelust {background-color:#191919; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... qraq-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:447px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#812E09; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:370px; text-align:left; } </style> [/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-14-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Again he struck her in that spot, bringing out another cry. It seemed that Dhiate had figured out his rhythm, working to make her cry out. It was difficult to not do so with his aim stroking her so, making her putty in his arms. He stroked along her arms, and Amy nuzzled her head into him. A soft kiss on the cheek had her turning towards him. He seemed to see so clearly, despite the fact that she was clearly washed away on the pleasure he gave her.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-14-2012 [html] OOC here! Dhiate shivered with unease as she practically melted in his arms. It felt so wrong. He didn't actually understand what was so repulsive about a woman in his embrace, only that it was so. He hated the feeling and it made him nauseous. Dhiate felt her curl forward in his arms, felt her breath on his body. He leaned into her, to give her support, but flinched as soon as he did. He felt her teeth dig into his skin, barely a hair away from breaking it. His blue eyes were widened in shock and no remains of seduction lasted on his beautiful face. Why had she done that? What had he done wrong? Dhiate stopped long enough to give her a confused look. Did she want him to stop? Was that why she had tried to bite him? A soft whine of concern left his muzzle before he could stop it and the words escaped before he bid them to. He didn't know if he'd regret it later. "Mistress, are you okay? Did I do something to upset you?" .dhiatelust .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .dhiatelust p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dhiatelust b {color:#891800; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dhiatelust {background-color:#191919; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... qraq-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:447px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#812E09; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:370px; text-align:left; } </style> [/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-14-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Dhiate stopped moving as she untangled her teeth from his fur. Gently Amy lapped at the place she'd come so close to scarring, body shuddering as it relaxed from the constant climatic waves pushed through her. She still ached for more, but Amy was growing drained from this. The concern in his voice had Amy straightening up. She needed him to bring her to a finish, but didn't want to hurt him either. This was so confusing, tangling through the usually sharp mind. Maybe she shouldn't have started this lesson.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-15-2012 [html] OOC here! Dhiate looked at his master, his mistress. Most would call her iniquitous for doing this to him, and in truth, if she had been anyone else he'd have hated her. For some unfathomable reason, when he looked into her dark eyes he just couldn't bear the thought of hating her and it had nothing to do with attraction. Dhiate didn't quite understand it yet; he probably never would and Amy seemed just as confused as he. Dhiate listened to her explanation calmly, but nothing registered in his mind. He was too naive, too young and inexperienced to understand. His innocence shone through his faded blue eyes like a beacon. Finish? Dhiate filled with embarrassment. Finish? He'd only ever done this once and the 'finish' had been Hadley jumping off of him because he'd hurt Dhiate on accident. Why did this always happen to him? A loud swallow punctuated his expression. He truly had no idea what he was doing. This was all new to him, he had been acting on instinct. His dark tipped ears flicked sheepishly. He was so ashamed. .dhiatelust .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .dhiatelust p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dhiatelust b {color:#891800; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dhiatelust {background-color:#191919; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... qraq-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:447px 0px 10px 0px; border:10x solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#812E09; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:370px; text-align:left; } </style> [/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-16-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 The wolf was fairly calm about her explanation, simply accepting it. Amy didn't know whether or not this was good, since there was no real change in his expression, whether in fear or pain or confusion. Just a calmness that Amy really envied since she had completely lost it halfway through what was supposed to be a lesson and quickly turned into Amy simply letting her lust devour him. The reaction to her words was amusing though.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-16-2012 [html] OOC here! Dhiate's dark tipped ears pricked forward at her giggle and a soft smile flitted across his face for a second, no more. Gone as soon as her hand touched him. His chest lifted up and then fell raggedly as he felt himself grow warm again. At her touch, he became a marionette, she the puppeteer. His back arched gently, pressed his body against hers. He lifted his hands from their comfortable position of being slung around her waist loosely. He ran his arm around her waist and pressed her close, his free hand splayed across her shoulders. He gently inserted himself again and began again. He thrusted forward, a little roughly, too tired to play the shy gentleman. Dhiate pressed their curves together in a way that made them seem as if puzzle pieces ment to fit together, yet he longed to throw her away. She was beautiful and hideous at the same time. Intriguing and repulsive. Love and hate. Why did she do this to him? His breathing grew heavier but he plunged in deeper to reach that spot as he'd done before. He had to keep going, never give up no matter... How... Wrong. .dhiatelust .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .dhiatelust p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .dhiatelust b {color:#891800; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .dhiatelust {background-color:#191919; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... qraq-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:447px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#812E09; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:370px; text-align:left; } </style> [/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-16-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Dhiate's hands rested against Amy, pressing into her. She wished she could give him some form of comfort, but this was what was needed. His movements were rougher this time, but she didn't really care. It felt good. Her body arched against his. They were well matched, both moving as one, despite the disgust filling his eyes. Deeper and deeper he went, until Amy couldn't take it anymore. She released a cry, and found herself spent. She couldn't take anymore.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-17-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 Dhiate simply tumbled to the ground, curling into himself. His body trembled as he wrapped his arms around himself, struggling to breathe steadily. He felt the need to clean hisself thoroughly, and to go hide in a hole far away. Unfortunately, Dhiate could do neither, so he lay panting. Dhiate pulled up his knees and rested his head on them, wrapping his arms around his calves. His ears twitched in the only recognition of her voice. How could she do this to him? His breathing began to slow, and he looked up. She lay sprawled in the grass, their clothes strung across the area. To his surprise, he spotted a single bangle amidst the green grass. Dhiate looked at his forearm and noted that one had fallen off of his right arm. Now how had that happened? He leaned over and plucked it out of the grass. He turned it in his hands, entranced in the way it made the light dance. He couldn't look at her. He wasn't truly mad st Amy, he still longed for her approval. He adored her the way a pup does an older sibling or parent, but he didn't know why. No parent or sibling would force the younger to do something like this. Dhiate gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. "Oh Mamaí, what have I done?" His voice was little more than a whisper, the only word that could possibly be heard by Amy was 'Mamaí' and she wouldn't know what that meant, but Dhiate still worried that she be upset he had uttered the words. How ashamed he felt that he had called upon his mother at a time like this. .piatedr b {font-weight:bold; color:#8a5e77; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #d6a277; } .piatedr p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .piatedr {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#f2e5bd; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4IJ7w.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a77e5d; padding:240px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a77e5d; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-17-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Affectionately she watched him play with a bangle that had fallen off during their tumble. He was a sweet soul, very innocent. It would serve him well in his task. Amy pushed herself up, grabbing her clothes. Quickly she slipped them back on, picking up Dhiate's clothes as well. She dropped them before him before crouching down, careful not to show concern in her expression. You should get dressed. I still have one more thing to show you. It wouldn't be nearly as taxing on his body luckily, helping him walk in a way that called to others like a siren.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-17-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 Dhiate looked up at his golden mistress, ears pricked forward to hear the thump as his clothes hit the ground. He slid the golden bangle back on his right forearm and then reached for the clothes. Dhiate rose to his feet a little shakily, cloth in hand. He pulled the silk over his legs, over his chest, relishing in their cool touch. It felt good to be covered, no longer bare for the world to see. Now clothed, Dhiate remembered that she said he still had to learn something. Inwardly he groaned. Please don't let it be anything like what she just did. I don't think I can do it again. He settled his blue gray gaze on his mistress, watching her move, watching her think. What did she want to teach him? "What do you wish to show me, Mistress?" He said warily. His voice was even rougher than before and it cracked at the last word like an adolescent's. Dhiate's eyes bugged out, and he winced. That hurt! He placed a hand on his throat, partially touching his collar. He gave a few hoarse coughs. Looked like he wasn't completely healed yet. He grimaced up at Amy. It hurt, but he could live. Dhiate straightened and began to move towards Amy. He was ready for the next lesson. .piatedr b {font-weight:bold; color:#8a5e77; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #d6a277; } .piatedr p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .piatedr {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#f2e5bd; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4IJ7w.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a77e5d; padding:240px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a77e5d; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 03-17-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Amy's sharp eyes studied him, measuring how useful he'd be. It looked like he was even more delicate than she had guessed, shaky from a single round. That was a little disappointing. Well, she'd take what she could get. It wasn't like he was useful for anything else. The clothes were pulled on, and she smiled as he addressed her politely. He definitely wasn't the eager learner he'd been earlier, but at least he was still willing.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Dhiate Drako - 03-17-2012 [html] OOC Sorry it's so blegh. /+000 Dhiate returned her smile a little weakly. He wasn't sure if the smile was a good smile, or if it was even aimed at him. She could be remembering something funny for all he knew. Dhiate took a painfully deep breath and watched her walk. That couldn't be too hard. He stood up straighter, but it still hurt to breathe. After letting out a wheezing chuckle, he stated, "Man, I really need to get back in shape." He understood that after weeks and months of neglect, his body didn't want to agree with him anymore. He glanced at Amy with a soft smile. She had no idea what he'd been through. She could probably guess, but it'd barely graze the surface. With a sigh he tried again. Head held high, soft smile barely gracing his lips, he started forward. He did as she had done... Sort of. Rather that go for the lusty way she had done it, his could only be described as pixieish. His feet caressed the ground, hardly touching it, but not quite lifting off of it. His hips tilted tauntingly, begging to be touched. His arms, folded across his chest, slowly parted and lay at his sides, not quite touching his fur. Long, slender fingers twitched, begging to do something, and a long familiar look of mischief filled his entire body. It said, Come and get me. I promise you won't be sorry. The dainty wolf began the short journey back to the wagon. .piatedr b {font-weight:bold; color:#8a5e77; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #d6a277; } .piatedr p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .piatedr {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#f2e5bd; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/4IJ7w.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #a77e5d; padding:240px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a77e5d; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] |