-- It's all good bro. I like roleplaying with you so you have to deal with me. 8D NYAHHH. Also ALL MY MENS ARE GETTING POSTS TODAY WAT. Andddd I am creeping myself out with this post. Yup.
Machidael is by me!
Machidael could have clapped his hands and done a prancing little dance of glee, but he held himself together in the presence of these strangers. Verenna was, in addition to teaching him better English, also teaching him how to restrain himself -- and marvelously so. His eagerness to beget her with child was, perhaps, the only reason he bothered with restraint, but it was a start, at least. He had been receptive to these teachings from the raider group at first, but even then, upon discovering the lack of consequence for his actions, Machidael had been quick to push and shove against law and tradition both.
In such a situation as this, however, he recognized he, too, might easily be overpowered by the males -- and so he would be subordinate to them. As such, he even went so far as to dip his head and grin his wordless thanks, gold tooth gleaming in his mouth. His big ears twitched and moved with the words from each, though his face did not change or seem to recognize any of the words. Machidael was utterly engrossed by the scene before him, watching the teeth close around the man's throat. He made a murmuring half-growl sound of approving pleasure, shifting the cloth about his waist. He glanced from the pair of copulating -- well, that wasn't true; only one was copulating, the other was being copulated with, he supposed -- males and to the other, clearly aroused. It was a lucky thing, for the muscular canid spoke.
Machi's keen jackal ears perked at the word -- it was one he recognized, and the hybrid affirmed with a vigorous single nod of his head that the power was what he liked best. Take thing. Own, he said, savoring the word. His mind was still focused on the constricting clothing around his waist. Studying the pair on the floor again -- now, Twensu was thrusting more vigorously, and the wolf's screams had faded into choking sobs -- Machidael decided his nudity was nothing to fret over. His shoulders would have twitched in a shrug if more accustomed to the gesture; instead, the rust-hued hybrid undid the bauble holding it all together and threw the thing to the side. It crumpled into a pile. Freed, his manhood was able to spring up to full attention, already eager for its turn.
With a groaning grunt, the brother occupying the prey's nethers finished, and Machidael could have pranced, for his turn had arrived. Twensu disengaged himself, and Machidael did give a little prance, then -- it was little more than a shifting of weight from one foot to the other, but he gave a shiver of the delight, too, at the noise their disconnection made. Blake -- Machidael remembered his name now -- was momentarily freed by Twensu's detachment, though he did not realize it for a moment. It was only as Machidael practically slithered over him, sliding a hand down a well-muscled back and over the curve of his buttocks, that the wolf seemed to realize he wasn't being held down.
Scrabbling with all four legs, he made a mad dash for his footing -- and lost miserably as Machidael kicked a leg out from under him and sent his head smashing into the stone floor. There was a cracking, shattering sound -- Machi saw a tooth fly off and skitter against the floor. When he knotted his hands into poor, dazed Blake's mane and lifted his head from the floor, there was a splatter of blood left behind, and more draining from his nose and mouth. Uh, Machi said, his approximation of an "uh oh" or "oops." Broke face, he said, almost apologetically, and glanced at Twensu and Halaki with a smile that was almost cloyingly sweet. Is okay, he added, swiping a hand across the blooded cheek. The force of the blow seemed to have knocked the wits right out of the lovely wolf -- but he was coming around, too.
Especially as Machidael leaned down over him, and without any ceremony whatsoever, inserted himself into the unsuspecting wolf. That brought him around rather quickly, and the fight was back on again. There was nothing for it, however -- all his bucking and struggling was for naught. Machidael had his legs locked around Blake's own, preventing his gaining leverage. His hand, too, was still knotted into the man's hair, yanking him back with surprising strength. He dragged and pulled until the wolf was half-reared, his back painfully arched upward. There was more flair and show than he might normally have used -- his aim was his pleasure alone, under usual circumstances. But he had an audience today, and he musn't disappoint.
The hybrid's free hand roamed around to the wolf's chest -- it was slick and red with blood. Machi ran his fingers over it even as the addle-brained wolf shook and quavered beneath his touch. Slipping his blood-soaked fingers southward, he groped and touched at the wolf's manhood until it stiffened -- despite all of Blake's presumed mental protesting. Machi could have cackled, but instead only thrust harder, golden tooth gleaming in his mouth. Look! Blake like! Machi did cackle, then, and Blake's voice returned to him all of a sudden, and he screamed. It echoed through the cavernous hall and perhaps throughout the rest of the castle entirely.
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