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- Toby - 07-02-2012 [html]
FORWARD DATED: July 7th. [html] BABIES His dark fur flit in the small breeze as he reached the edge of the neutral territory by the Great Lakes. He was in a bit of a spot; being rather close to some pack that's rank scent filled the air. He snarled loudly in disgust at being limited by some urine. There was a slight echo of his powerful voice. Rolling his neck, he guided his naked optime form along some old forgotten path and paused at the edge of the water. His shadow fell upon a fish as it swam by. The fish zipped away, bubbles trailing behind it. He let out an arrogant laugh. Of course the fish fled from his presence. Any smart animal would run from this beast. The thought crossed his mind of how amazing he was. Amy was very amazing, but she wasn't here. And Fang was craving flesh. He smacked his lips loudly and trailed those dark eyes along the area around him. Nothing. Just bushes and soil. Fang considered himself a god. A sex god at that. Any innocent victim that would surely walk by sooner or later would be blessed with his divine sexual acts... Asshole! interrupted Toby rather rudely. The poor old personality had been acting up lately. Use to, especially around the beautiful Amy, Fang had had an excellent hold on the rotten side of his brain. He'd used the body for days and days without a single thought from the sorry ass male. Now he was acting up nonstop. If only he were a different person so he could beat the stupid and weak german shepherd. Fang rolled his dark eyes in annoyance. Little bastards must learn their place in the world, Toby. The first personality fell silent and the arrogant personality smirked. Toby would learn what happened when he acted up. The large black dog turned in his optime form to look for prey. He would show some low-life female his power and, with the same actions, show Toby who controlled the shell they were both trapped in. He wondered along the borders of the pack, sniffing for another dog's scent. .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Colibri Haki - 07-02-2012 [html]
- Toby - 07-02-2012 [html] OOC here! A breeze came by, carrying along Fang's sweet nectar: female scent. Stupidity had always been something he admired in some ways. Telling the truth, he enjoyed how ignorant one could be when they crossed his path so very obviously. He walked towards the scent in silent steps until he turned to gaze on a smaller female. She was standing, with no weapons, beside the water as if on some sort of quest. To what would she be trying to find? Fang could care less. He resisted the urge to smack his lips at the craving he felt for her body. She would be so amazed with his skills. An arrogant smirk fell into place as he stepped out, remaining as silent as he could. Surprises always entertained him. The look on his prey's face when he arrived made the rush even greater as he began the attacks. This time he remained silent as a mouse, waiting for the wind to shift so she would smell him. Right on cue a breeze shifted his smell towards the female. He stood, chest puffed out in his own self-confidence, awaiting her face when she saw his huge figure. After her reaction, something he assumed would be rather amusing, he slithered a few steps closer. Hello, mistress, he called in an almost flirting kind of way, Why are you here so... alone? Another cocky grin was on his face as he let his eyes slide down her frame. She was alright, he supposed, nothing compared to Amy or him. But she would do. And being acceptable, even in the least bit, was a curse on her part. The wheels turned in his brain as he thought of what Toby must think of all this. At the thoughts the other personality spoke again within their brain. Don't do it... Please, Fang. Perfect. This was exactly what he had wanted. No way! he replied and gave another twisted grin down at the girl. .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Colibri Haki - 07-03-2012 [html]
Sunlight gleamed off his glossy black fur, highlighting the musclebound form beneath. He was head and shoulders taller than her, appearance mottled with scars and red dye. A shudder chased down her spine when she met his glinting black eyes, as she immediately flattened her ears against her skull, peeling her lips back from her fangs. Being wary was one thing, but this male was overtly dangerous; he had silently cut off her escape route, trapping her against the lake before revealing himself. She dropped the bag she carried, freeing her hands in case she would need them. Her heart was racing wildly in her chest, a wave of anxiety dizzying her. She needed to appear confident and tough to ward off this brute, but inwardly she was terrified. "I'm not alone," she growled, hackles raising as her bobtail flattened back against her haunches. "I belong to that pack, and there are others following me. I just g-got here f-first." Her blue eyes narrowed, knowing her nervous stutter had betrayed her. She glowered at the male, daring him to call her on it. What was his game? Did he crave violence, did he want to capture her, did he... lust? The thought made her shiver again, knowing all three depravities firsthand. She licked her lips nervously, suddenly feeling her mouth go dry. She should call for help, now. But she was afraid as soon as she tipped her head back to howl, he could lunge for her throat. She had to put some distance between them first, or else her packmates would rush to find only her corpse floating on the lake. There was something unstable in his gaze, something she had seen before, when she was just a yearling... - Toby - 07-03-2012 [html] OOC here! So young. He noticed it immediately by her frantic reaction. She wasn't use to having to deal with monsters like him. The lack of experience was almost so obvious you would have thought it was a sign above her head. She clutched her bag so tightly, it was a shock her claws didn't tear the fabric. Then she gawked a bit longer. He was right: her reaction was entertaining. He chuckled a deep, sinister chuckle and stepped forward. When he was speaking his voice was deep and deceiving. Using "mistress" was a way of foreshadowing the attack that would take place. He paused a step or two away, blocking her path as he awaited a reply. Claiming to not be alone, the female chunked her bag and tried to look brave. It was yet another wrong turn. Fang's face changed into disgust at the attempt. She would have to do better next time. The demon didn't believe in giving second chances. Instead, he quickly closed the gap and snatched her right wrist from where she held it. His grip on the wrist was one that ensured pain. He lightly dug in the tips of his claws. You're lying. And we both know that liars should be punished. he hissed in her face. His free hand reached out to snatch her other arm in case she tried to use it. You'll deserve every bit of this. He let a growl grumble in his throat as he spoke. Then he let his body lean into her as he placed fangs to her ear and added in a whisper, And you'll be back for more sooner or later, mistress. He smirked, running his fangs testingly down her neck to her shoulder. How much pain would the young lady endure before he stopped? Fang! Stop! He laughed at the helpless soul in his brain, though the female was clueless to Toby's presence. Go imagine you're on some fucking beach and let me enjoy myself, little bastard. He pulled back to stare down at the girl while he plotted what he would make her do for him. .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Colibri Haki - 07-03-2012 [html]
- Toby - 07-03-2012 Right so the scratch he gives her can be a wound or a scar, whatever you prefer and is a jagged capital F above her right breast. [html] OOC here! The male was snarling and growling in a dominate way. It was by his growls he felt power and by her fear he felt in charge. His smirk was always in place no matter what sound came from deep in his chest. Harassing a young woman was always something to get him in the mood. He tried not to drool in anticipation of her body around his. He drug his fangs and mouth down her neck and to her shoulder where he proceeded to soak her fur in his salivia. He considered marking the female as his own. Amy had done it to him and Amy was a powerful soul. The runescape on his chest burned lightly at the memory, sending him into a fit of lust for the pale colored female. Suddenly the female surprised him. She shot out from under his grip with a series of snaps and snarls. Retracting his arms instinctively from her, he let her shoot by. She took off running in the direction of border the German shepherd had noticed earlier. Shit! he hissed in his brain, ignoring a cheer that passed through his mind from Toby. The strong body, ripped from years of training, smoothly set into a sprint. It was too bad the female was so small or she might of had a chance. With a loud, evil laugh he flung himself onto her, their bodies colliding and slamming into the dirt. Get her away from the border, he told himself and wrapped his huge arms around her petite frame. Dragging her off from the line that'd only been a foot or so from where they fell, Fang growled in her ear and pressed his teeth to her jugular. He could feel the pulse beneath his mouth as he continued to threaten her with each roar from his throat. No more chances, mistress. His growl gurgled in his throat as he spoke. He slammed the girl's body onto the pine needles that littered the floor. Remembering his earlier choice, he fell between her legs so his huge body kept her on the ground. Say your prayers, he sneered as his claw shot to her upper right chest. He sliced in his initial, ignoring the jagged lines that made it. His member below him rubbed against her spot threateningly as he pressed over her. Time for your punishment, my mistress. He painfully grabbed at her chest and hips with his sharp claws. Do what I say or die. He growled again and leaned his fangs in to gnaw on her shoulder. His hips rocked the strong shaft against her some more. STOP. A headache swelled in his brain at the interruption. Once again Toby fought for the control Fang wouldn't give. This is all because of you, damn dog. Leave me alone or I'll tear out her throat! The voice went quiet in the demons mind as he continued to harass his helpless prey. .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Colibri Haki - 07-03-2012 [html]
She couldn't take it anymore, and began kicking her legs out against the ground, struggling to push herself away from him as she arched her back. "I'm not your mistress, let me go! Let me GO! I don't want you!" she snarled again and again, trying to pull away as she felt his teeth clamp on her shoulder. She could feel his claws digging into her hips, he was everywhere, violent and cruel and dominant over her. She just wanted to be left alone, let her flee in shame! A sudden horrible thought occurred to her then; the male was obviously well-practiced in what he did... that meant there had been victims before him. And in all likelihood, there would be more after. What if her packmates were in danger? What if he stumbled into Lilin, her sister? Retching violently at the thought, Coli squirmed against her assailant, pummeling her small fists against his looming face and neck. - Toby - 07-03-2012 [html] OOC here! When he scooped her up she submitted, her body was so light as she went limp he could almost swear she was made of air. With a twisted grin he threw her to the ground and watched as her head slammed down first. It was sure to give her a concussion, or make her confused. Whatever the matter he fell between her legs and rubbed himself between her legs. He was so aroused, so wonderfully aroused. Was it due to him being amazing? Or was it due to the rush that being dominate over a young female gave him? Whatever the matter he craved her and craved pleasure that he would give himself. After all, he was a sex god. Only he could truly pleasure himself. Or well... only him and Amy. She started to kick and press against him, fighting for freedom. It only made him utter a low moan. He hadn't intended to really moan, but it was okay if his pleasure noises slipped. After all, she was secretly enjoying this. Hearing him moan would probably make her grow soaked between her own legs. He licked his lips at the thought. He grabbed her thighs and slammed them down again so the kicking was haulted just as she started to scream. SHUT UP! he commanded and growled in her face. He testingly slammed a fist into her already wounded upper chest. The blood from his brand rubbed off to stain his black fur on his knuckles. He couldn't help but smirk at how powerful he was when he spotted it. Licking off the female's blood, he went back to grabbing her body parts and squeezing them with his claws. Each time he felt more aroused and ready. Her fists flew up to hit him but he swung up to catch them during their third swing. Shoving her arms up above her head, he held them so she couldn't break free. Time to impress me, witch. Otherwise you die! Then he stuffed himself inside her and began to move in and out. He would drag this out. She was pissing him off by fighting, but turning him on because Amy did the same thing. He was getting revenge at Toby for bothering to intrude on his thoughts, and he was also boosting his own huge-ass ego. He grunted in pleasure and kept shoving. You deserve this, damn bitch! he growled as he went. She would be so happy this happened later. She would come back for more. He was a sex god. He was giving her a gift! .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Colibri Haki - 07-03-2012 [html]
The dog caught her bruised wrists, pinning her arms back above her head where she could not free them. She trembled all over with dread, teeth chattering in fear, recognizing what was about to happen to her. She could do nothing to stop this. He was going to violate her, or kill her if she resisted -- perhaps he would kill her when he finished anyway, bloodlust overtaking his twisted mind. The desire in his black eyes intensified as he snarled at her, invoking a tiny whimper from her, a wordless plea for him not to. His hips slammed forward, mercilessly driving into her. She cried out, back arcing involuntarily, toes curling at his rough entry. It hurt; she had not taken by a man in years, and it felt as though he was tearing her open. The fight ebbed out of her with every piercing thrust, her body growing numb and compliant. She had already lost; he was deep in her already, grunting with animal pleasure, engulfing her with his massive body. She kept her eyes closed and her head turned to one side, not wanting to stare up at his cruel face and watch the pleasure he was deriving from her horror. Instead, her mind was elsewhere; she was a year old again, living alone in that cabin in the woods, her father staring at her with that unstable gleam in his eyes... In mere moments she was on the floor, fur matted slick with her own blood, beaten within an inch of her life. And then she felt the heat between her legs, the pounding rhythm, the slippery friction she was experiencing in the present, unable to distinguish what was memory and what was actually happening. Haku had raped her then, just as she was being raped now. It had shattered her personality, leaving her the fearful shell of a wolf she was now. It had ruined her for healthy relationships, making her unable to trust or open up to another lest they hurt her the way he had. And yet... in some sick way, Haku had done one thing in her favor; his brutal abuse then had prepared her for this. She could never fear this sex-starved dog the way she feared that monster. Her jaws parted, and she began faintly laughing, trembling weakly from the exertion. "You... worthless... bastard," she wheezed beneath him, eyes stinging with unshed tears. Maybe she did deserve punishment, her soul had been corrupted long ago and she was hardly a good person. But she would not be his 'mistress', not when she had already been claimed by another. - Toby - 07-03-2012 [html] OOC here! She was tight, almost like that of a virgin. With lack of blood from her spot he noted this had been done before. He wasn't the lucky bastard who got to claim her purity. However, by how much she cried and shook under him, he could tell it couldn't be past her third time. He'd raped tons of women; stealing their virginity and leaving with it in a box. But now he was simply cleaning up what one male had left after one or two times. He moaned loudly as she trembled under his weight. He watched her closely as she submitted and drew herself into the darkest depths of her soul. As he kept up his pleasure Toby, yet again, decided to act up. Don't you see what you're doing?! Look at her face! This isn't the first time someone's raped this poor lady! Fang's growl burst out as the other personality finished. He was pissed at the idea. Unlike Toby, Fang was created out of less observant traits such as anger and loathing. He would have never noted the way she was reliving each moment and framing those emotions on her young face. Fang was ignorant enough to believe the female was his. Someone else raping her before him?! How dare they! He would prove he was better then! Just as he started brain storming he heard the laughs. They were bursts that came with each ragged breath as he pressed himself in and out. Hysterically laughing, the female below him called out an insult. Had she gone mad? Heh. Guess insanity is the new sex disease! Fang thought to the uneasy Toby he could sense within himself. He shoved within her and suddenly moved a hand to hold her throat. How dare she think she could speak such words! Did she not know how lucky she was right now? You know what, he began as he came up with a threat. You keep acting up and I'll get you pregnant! How would like having pups from a monster like me?! He cackled above her and kept his shoving. Toby's alarm set off, filling his brain with a massive migrane. NO! DONT YOU DARE! There was a pounding on his temples as the other personality tried to fight for the lead role. But this was Fang's tragedy to preform. He gave a snarl, smirking with those ebony eyes. A sick and twisted threat it was. He slid his pointer finger down her throat, only brushing the tip of his claw along her jugular. Returning his hand up to hold her arms back he kept shoving. Of course she wouldn't get pregnant! All these years of rape would have produced him children already if that were the case! One time wouldn't hurt. Plus, a good scare would spice up his monster life. He continued, giving another moan as he readied himself to do the opposite he usually did during his crimes. .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Colibri Haki - 07-03-2012 [html]
His ugly words filtered through her dizzied mind, causing her a bit of wry mirth. Pregnant? That was unlikely at best; she had gone all these years without having a proper heat cycle, just her irregular and weak estrus. As she grew older and the cycle only lessened, she assumed she was infertile. She had heard, though, that emotional trauma could stunt that sort of thing, and a part of her still held onto the hope that she could be a mother someday if she found the right mate, one who could unlock that part of her. That seemed pretty foolish right now, as she felt the dog's hand close around her throat, his cackling laughter abrasive to her ears. "Go ahead and try... they couldn't be... monsters worse than... my father," she hissed between panting, challenging him as he drew his claw to trace her pulsing jugular. She would have bitten his hand, but she was feeling exhausted from the struggle, unable to react quickly enough. Her resistance was weakening further. There was an intense heat building from where their bodies joined, and her breath was quickening, body reacting mechanically to the stimulation. They were going to be locked together by the canine act of mating, his engorged knot buried deep within her swollen vulva. She whined helplessly as he continued his furious rhythm, feeling her hips begin to move feebly with him. Conflict was rising in her mind, the repulsion and loathing she felt for the brute being twisted by the stirring within her. There was nothing about this sadistic dog that attracted her, but the deep bestial groan he emitted sounded like... Well, it revived the confusing emotions she had never dealt with toward Haku. It was the only time he had willingly touched her, the only time he looked her directly in the eyes without disgust, and the secret she had never admitted even to herself: it had aroused her back then. She whimpered again, her voice strained as the warmth began to rise within her. What was happening to her? It felt like something was changing beyond her control, drawing her back to the present. She did not want this, and yet... a part of her did. "Fuck off," she snapped suddenly, spitting at his face in a last ditch effort to reject him. She couldn't fight him off, but she could try to ruin it for him, rather than roll over and let him have his way with her. - Toby - 07-03-2012 [html] OOC here! Go ahead and try, she invited. It was suppose to be a challenge but it was taken as a phrase of worship. Of course a female wanted his pups. He was amazing! Utterly amazing! He smirked and lapped his tongue across her wound, moaning a bit as he continued his great work. This woman would be blessed if he fertilized her seeds. He felt her giving in to the pleasure he was providing. He gave a small laugh, suddenly filled with a greater urge for her body. So much heat radiated from between their legs as he went. She surprised him by swiveling her small set of hips. He moaned at the sight. He hated admitting that, even though he raped women, the most natural turn on was when they were willing. His thoughts flashed to Amy. She had been so willing and eager for him. Was it true that other women could do the same without him forcing it? Shaking his head to clear his mind he panted in pleasure. It would be time soon. A song of pleasure arose from her lips. It had slipped, not being intended for his ears. A devilish grin passed his ebony face. She wanted him so much. He could tell. The inner conflict she was having made him go further in, and quicker out each time. When she suddenly spat in his face with a curse he just chuckled. The more she wanted it, the more she fought it. He knew her game now. Making her straddle him, he dug in his claws to her sides to keep her in place. She was limp and tired from fighting him. He pressed her up and down as he shifted his hips from below. Her tightness was driving him insane. Soon he would finish inside her in hopes to cause a scare. And if he did recieve pups? So be it! He could snatch one from their mother's care to be his little minion! And the girls would be his to harass! He made a half-howl at the thought. Perfection in itself was when he had pups that couldn't deny their own father. As he pressed his future mate up and down he grew more and more ready. He began to pant each time, grunting and groaning more frequently. If she gave in for the last bit he'd be in a sexual heaven. A heaven worthy of the sex god he was. He looked up at her bouncing chest and young face. Give in to me... then I'll let you go. He knew it was unlikely but something made him want her to want this. He kept on his moving under her as he pulled up and down on her hips. His claws were dug in so they drew blood, but not too much. It was his hope that she would give him the most pleasure she could before he let her run away... well, run away until she came back for more that is. .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Colibri Haki - 07-04-2012 [html]
Her head ached terribly, matched only by her throbbing chest wound. But the strangest sensation was the one that began to tremor throughout her the moment she consented to his touch. The heat between her thighs intensified, washing through her, making her splayed legs quake against him. It was impossible to conceal her shameful arousal, driven too far by the sinful act they were committing together. She drew back her lips and uttered a wail, a tortured cry of pain and pleasure, lamenting the nightmarish ordeal and yet begging for him to continue. It burned where his claws twisted in her, but she bucked against him regardless, helpless against the primal desire for his seed. It was no longer an assault, but an act of mating; she would accept the gift of life he was forcing into her, complying to the higher call of nature. - Toby - 07-04-2012 OOC- Fang is an inconsistent being because Toby's mind leaks into his. Especially right now with Toby hating how Fang rapes women and how Fang is about to lose 90% of his control... Ps I was too lazy for a table. ------------------------------ Consent. It was amazing. She weakly agreed to it and placed her small hands on his chest. In return, perhaps as if to praise her like a master would, he let up. His shoves softening to slow, almost passionate, thrusts. The claws broke out from her scratched sides to sit on either hip bone as she moved. He let a whimper of approval out as she did so, even giving himself permission to relax. It was actually very nice compared to some girls that never gave in. He knew it was almost time by how he swelled inside he, growing more on the verge of exploding into her body. His eyes opened again with another grunt as he moved against her. "Good..." he found himself whispering as she whined and moaned into him. Her wetness was covering him, her body being overcome by the lust she was feeling. He could feel how much she craved him. Each moment seemed to almost drive him back into what humanity Toby still possessed. His lips guided themselves up as he sat up with her ontop of him. His arms around her waist, almost like a lover would do, his mouth came to her neck to nip and lap. The instability of what Fang was created of made him inconsistent in all his actions, no matter what the case or current situation. He caressed her softly as she went up and down, riding him so he would soon finish. He whined into her soft, soaked neck and tightened his grip. "Almost!" he suddenly cried out as he returned to normal Fang. His hands on her sides he shoved her up and down faster on him. Bucking his hips up into her he leaned back down on his back and let out a howl. "I'm finished!" he whimpered as he came inside of her suddenly. His load in her as he rounded off the sexual act. It felt good, that he had finished properly like some sort of normal person. He let her slow, expecting her to also finish sooner or later. His eyes looked up at her as he caught his breath. "Go when you wish, mistress." he granted and waited to see what she'd do. - Colibri Haki - 07-04-2012 [html] wc: 783
His strong arms snaked around her waist as he rose to meet her, his broad chest heaving with their heavy breathing. She buried her face against his warmth, her fingers grasping feebly at his broad back as she sank into him. She craved the closeness of another, anything to stave off the desperate loneliness she harbored, and the bizarre and unexpected tenderness he was offering her was enough. She wrapped her trembling legs around him, clinging to his rocking body as his lips found her bare throat. His teeth were nipping at her, gently this time, not breaking her skin or drawing her blood as they had before; his guttural snarls had faded into softer whines, almost pleading with her rather than trying to dominate. Her voice rose to harmonize with him, crying out in the throes of their spontaneous passion. He had hurt her terribly, but now perversely she needed him, clinging to him as he caressed her shivering body. There was a desperate quality to her clutching fingers, a longing in her rising cries. No one could love her. She was a bitter, broken soul, but this monster was drawn to that very quality that made her a victim. Now there was something more than brutality between them, it had evolved into a need for both of them. He tightened his hold on her, barking out suddenly as he was overcome by the moment, bucking wildly as he neared his climax. She drew a shuddering gasp, back arching to thrust her breasts into the air as she gave in to his need, her eyes shut tightly as she was driven into her own cresting pleasure. He was growing rough again, but she was beyond the point where she could feel it; her head tipped back and she emitted a keening howl, drowned out by his triumphant baying moments later. A surge of heat flooded into her, the release from their building tension, the reward for their carnal union. Colibri slumped against the black dog's chest, panting from exhaustion. Her limbs were trembling from fatigue now, and the throbbing from her wound was filtering back through her hazy, disjointed thoughts. She was battered and weak, too feeble to try and unravel their knot and separate herself from him. Her blue eyes glanced at him warily through the veil of her eyelashes, suddenly unsure which way his unstable personality was leaning toward. Would he be the harsh assailant that had dragged her bodily away from the safety of her home, carving his mark into her flesh with his bare claws? Or had he unlocked something genuine in these last moments, softening into a forgiving and merciful being? Tear stains were still wet on her cheeks, reminding her that he was not safe either way, despite the unexpected direction he had taken her to. He could still snap and desire something more from her, tearing into her with his cruel teeth and claws. There was a dampness trickling down her thighs as their swollen knot began to ebb away, and she cringed, humiliated by the weakness in her that allowed her to be dominated in such a way by a stranger. Even worse was the thought of her packmates being alerted to their howling, finding her here in such a compromising position. When he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the chest she lay upon, she ducked her face away from him. "...Good, just leave me here," she growled, ashamed to admit that she could not make her legs move. She wanted to slink back into her Vinátta home and disappear, but she did not have the strength to do anything more than lay atop the male responsible for her condition. She swallowed hard, glowering at the treeline that was still beyond her reach. - Toby - 07-04-2012 OOC - I move through sex fast on the account I don't want the other person to feel awkward. XD Its as though you're her lover, pointed out Toby. Fang's chest rumbled with the need to growl but heels it back. After all, his mistress was laying against him. No... Of course not. The male blinked in confusion. Was he? No! He was a sex god! A monster! The woman replied faintly, trying to remember her hate for the rapist. You see? Sex doesn't have to be evil all the time... He frowned at the thought. It had never occurred to him. When he split off from Toby at the bad pack it was because his personality could deal with the things Toby couldn't. Rape, abuse, murder... It was all what Fang found "normal" all these years. His black eyes went down to the female that was laying against him. He needed to leave. And when he left he couldn't give anything away. Suddenly, he yanked her off with his claws scraping the cuts on her sides. She landed beside him in her broken stance, but he refused to hear Toby this time round. "I. Am. A monster!" he suddenly yelled. Yet his tone revealed his pride he found in being such a demon. He stood up growling in defiance at his own thoughts. So unstable. So confused. He glared at the female on the ground, considering slaying her. It was her fault! She has given in to him when all the others hadn't! "Dumb bitch... I'll return for my pups if your knocked up." His demonic growl filled the air. It was better to scare her then realize he had a human side to him. Being nice was a weakness. Fang... Just stop... Stop being bad all the time... He shook his furiously, turning to storm away from the prey he'd attacked. He had to run. He had to get away. I'll find Amy and be fine again. Then Toby sighed, taking control over the body as he trotted off. - Colibri Haki - 07-04-2012 [html] wc: 554
She had not even given serious consideration to what would happen if he actually had impregnated her... they really could be monsters, children of two unstable bloodlines. She was too damaged to raise pups anyway, and to be a single parent... Well, it wasn't what she had in mind when she thought of motherhood, so she pushed it from her thoughts. "D-don't ever come back here," she stammered, afraid of what would become of her. She knew her threats were hollow; he had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he could overpower her, and she was no warrior. She could rely on her packmates to defend her if she stayed within their borders, but... she hoped it wouldn't come to that. If the black dog never returned, she would not have to deal with the confusing feelings she had toward him, the mixed signals he kept sending her with his contradictory actions. It was easier to hold onto the righteous anger and detest him, but as he stormed off away from her, she felt a sharp pang of loneliness overtake her. He had shown her mercy, which was more than she had gotten from other males. And she couldn't shake the feeling of him holding her at the end, how it had actually been... nice. She growled to herself, burying her face in her hands as the shuddering sobs began to rack her body. She was so pathetic. Even someone who abused her, she wanted to cling to them because it made her feel wanted in some way. He had called her a "dumb bitch", and he was right. |