11-18-2011, 07:48 AM
As she sat straddling him, confessing her sense of loss for him. While she sat there, he simply observed her, seeking to draw a similarity between the fierce primal female he had somehow mated and this delicate thing in his arms. Maybe his day dream was over, he wasn't sure, he was trying to figure out what it was that had happened and here they where having done something so drastic that they where both in a mess. The behemoth knew enough to know that this sense of longing wouldn't go away, they had connected to deeply to just easily write it off as a night of wild passion. They had danced a courtship dance and now he was stuck, even if he deep down loved the golden female.
It was odd, her voice speaking, much less speaking his name, he could get used to it though, especially if she was calling it out. He leaned down then after her long admission and ran his muzzle along hers, then letting his tongue roll out to lick across her face, seeking to quiet her for the moment. She was confused as to why she felt this way, he knew the answer but was afraid to say it. The urge to mate was a strong one in wolves, most of their primal kin, the alpha pair, mated for life. For them though it was how they did the act that mattered more than actually doing the deed. The way they had rubbed each others sent, had established dominance, it was an act forged in a more primal note. Now they where stuck trying to put together the pieces.
“Me either” he replied simply, not able to really vocalize what it was that he felt. So he simply held onto her more possessively, warming up to the idea that he was stuck with her. After all she would give him strong offspring and companionship if they decided to stay together.
It was odd, her voice speaking, much less speaking his name, he could get used to it though, especially if she was calling it out. He leaned down then after her long admission and ran his muzzle along hers, then letting his tongue roll out to lick across her face, seeking to quiet her for the moment. She was confused as to why she felt this way, he knew the answer but was afraid to say it. The urge to mate was a strong one in wolves, most of their primal kin, the alpha pair, mated for life. For them though it was how they did the act that mattered more than actually doing the deed. The way they had rubbed each others sent, had established dominance, it was an act forged in a more primal note. Now they where stuck trying to put together the pieces.
“Me either” he replied simply, not able to really vocalize what it was that he felt. So he simply held onto her more possessively, warming up to the idea that he was stuck with her. After all she would give him strong offspring and companionship if they decided to stay together.