[html] The scent was very faint, barely hanging on to the edges of the males memory. That night had been something he only remembered vaguely. There was laughing and fun, but that all only lasted a short while. He could remember feeling safe, he could remember the warmth of the other male as he pressed against him. All in all, the might have been good memories if it wasn't for the fact that he was a stranger, Jasper didn't even remember his name. Had he known it at all? Even to that very day, when Jasper would lay awake at night, he would imagine feeling that safe warmth that he felt that night, it was comforting in a way. What drove him to the lands of the Pack was that faint scent though, one that he had picked up in his travels. Jasper only wanted to see him, just a glance of him, because he would never be brave enough to actually try and find him to speak with him.
The young male was nervous, pacing back and forth at the edge of the borders. His hands were wound tightly together at his stomach, fingers clawing and rubbing at each other. He would just get a good look at him, something to put a complete image together in his mind, instead of the choppy and distorted one, and then he would leave. Hopefully, the other male wouldn't take notice of him. Waiting was killing him though, his fur was almost on end and his tail twitched behind him. He was beginning to regret even considering what he was doing.
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She was torn physically from a fight with Lubomir. She was torn mentally because her pups were being withheld from her, and because her mate was no longer her mate. Life wasn't over, though. Life was good, life was fine. Yes...life was fine.
The mother was walking the borders as was her wont. There weren't assigned ranks, so she did what she knew she was good at. She wasn't a hunter. At least, not until she found a bow. So she scouted borders. She was good at that, at aleast. Not that many disturbed the borders. Not often.
A scent came to her. Someone on the borders. They hadn't had many joiners. hell, they hadn't had any, actually. If anything, they'd lost members. The mother hadn't seen Nocht or Anka in ages. But her boys were growing, getting older. And that was good. She walked to the border, her head held high. So regal, so noble.
So thouroughly defeated. Was it obvoius? Maybe only in her gaze, and only if one looked close enough.
[html] Unsure, Jasper continued his nervous wandering, going a bit farther in each direction every time he turned around, pacing. There wasn't any real reason that he had chosen that exact spot, it just so happened to be where he ended up, so after a bit of time passed he decided that he'd keep going a bit farther. He wandered for a time, following the line of the borders to the point that his eyes caught sight of someone else. He froze then, hands squeezing at each other as he stood there, eyes wide and waiting. She so close, to close. If he turned and ran she would certainly see him and he would have to chance her catching him and doing something horrible to him, perhaps.
"I..I'm sorry." He stammered, even before the female could take notice that he was there. It was instinct, it seemed, for Jasper to apologize for just about everything. This time it was because he was lingering close the borders of a pack and he wanted to make certain that she knew he meant no harm. "I was.. I was.." Waiting for someone? Waiting only to look at someone and then leave? She would think him some kind of freak. "I was looking for someone I met a while back, but I don't know his name." He paused a moment. "But I think he lives here."
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A vice stammered, and the woman looked up. "I..I'm sorry." A younger male. Deuce arched an eyebrow. "don't be sorry," She was about to ask what he was doing here, and then he answered it before she could even ask. He was looking for someone? That was curious.
"Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help." she wasn't a heartless fey, afterall. She liked helping folks out. No matter how broken her heart was, she enjoyed helping others. And this boy seemed like he could greatly use help.
[html] She told him not to be sorry, words that Jasper only grew incredibly quiet at. Often times, if he didn't tell someone sorry they would become extremely upset, but then there were the few like her who always told him not to be. It was a confusing world, for certain, but the young de le Poer didn't have time to dwell on what she had said before. Now she wanted to help him find who he was looking for and Jasper didn't really know what to say about it. "Well.." He started after a moment, pausing because he only just realized he didn't know exactly what to tell her.
"I don't really know if he wants to see me or anything. I kinda just wanted to see if he really was here." Maybe she could at least tell him whether or not he was and he could come back another time to try and get a glimpse of him. "He's really dark..black all over I think, and his eyes are blue, if I remember right. Sort of young too, I think.." Of course, all of the information may not have been correct, but it was close to all that he could remember. "I think he might wear a necklace too?" He added on then, looking slightly hopeful.
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Deuce was relaxed. Until the male started describing who he was looking for. Her eyes grew small and suspicious. In small, almost insignififgant ways, her posture and body language changed to reflect the change in mood. Her ears pinned back just slightly, her body became stiffer with tension.
That would be Lucifer you're describing. Who are you? Her voice, which had been rih and gentle, was now harsh and almost angry. This male was looking for her mate. Former mate, some piece of her mind insisted. yes, former mate. But still. this stanger was looking for her Lucifer.
[html] The quiet, almost comforting tone that she had held disappeared almost immediately after he had started describing who he was looking for. Suddenly even more nervous before, Jasper's ears dropped back tightly against his skull, one hand rising to nervously rub at one of the ears as he stood there. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened to cause the change of heart, the only thing that he could think of was that the two didn't get along and she was simply furious at the mention of him. His eyes, nervous and unsure, darted back and for from time to time, never really settling on her as he stood there, but more looking for a way to get away if he really felt he needed to.
"J..Jasper de le Poer.." He finally answered, quiet and shaky. "I played a game with him and had a few drinks a long time ago before the fire.." He finally admitted, rather hoping that it sounded innocent enough to keep everything else that had happened quiet. "But I didn't know his name and I haven't seen him since.." The way that he spoke was rather pathetic indeed, so quiet and so nervous.
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Jasper, she hissed, sounding like an angry cat. I shoulda guessed the bastard would have all his little fuck toys looking for him. If angry before, now the white woman was furious. Games, indeed. Guess sex is a game to the male who was mated to another at the time.
The fire faded and she became icy. Very icy. The ice queen. She'd felt so foolishly tender to this male, who was so shy and timid. Now she was cold and angry. If I held a higher rank I would be....escorting you from these lands, Jasper. But as I am not, you are quite lucky. Lucifer lives here. Just know I do not welcome you in these lands, though others might.
Oh yes. That was definately an ill concealed threat. Leave. or else. She'd hated this timourous male for so long, she would not give it up. Especially not now that she and lucifer were not together.
[html] It was only a matter of moments before everything came crumbling down. At first her words confused him, unsure why she seemed to suddenly angry, but as she continued on everything started to become clear and sink in. She knew about what they had done, even if Jasper could only remember bits and pieces of it. Had she seen them? Had he told her? "N..n-no. A game with a cup and a cork." He stuttered, trying so hard to explain that they had played a drinking game. It only just dawned on him, her mention of a mate, that perhaps Lucifer had a mate and he was now face to face with her.
Suddenly even more nervous, feeling far worse than he had been in the first place, tears began to well in his eye. "I..I didn't know.." His voice was hardly more than a trembling whine, pathetic and pleading with the older female. "I didn't mean for it to happen." He couldn't even look at her and he felt suddenly like he was going to be sick. Shaking, stumbling once, Jasper crashed to the ground on his knees, burying his face in his hands to hide the tears that suddenly came streaming.
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She watched angrilly as he began to stuuter and fell to his knees sobbing. Her heart was cold againt him, really. And then an idea dawned on her. An evil idea. An idea that made her lips twist into a smirk. She could use this boy against lucifer. Lucifer had hurt her, she could get him back for it. Using his own lover. She didn't even have to be kind about it, really.
She knelt next to him, drawing his head to her chest. There, there, Jasper. Don't cry. I know how to make it better. A simple propositin. My, she was getting good at those, wasn't she? She nuzzled his cheek, tasting the salt of his tears. Her voice was soft and sultry as she spoke quietly into his ear. I'm rather jealous of Lucifer, really. You are quite the handsome man. If you would just make love to me, we can pretend this never happened.
She stroked his fur tenderly, as one would stroke a lover.
Deuce really was becoming a heartless bitch.
[html] Jasper hadn't meant to hurt anyone, it hadn't even crossed his mind that the mysterious man that he'd slept with that night might have had a mate. Jasper felt worse than before now because, not only did he possibly ruin his own life, he caused the lives of others to fall in ruin with his. It was something that he never meant to do, something he didn't imagine that would happen, but it would have figured with his luck, and now he only felt worse than he did before.
The transition in her moods was fast, Jasper suddenly finding his head pressed against her chest, buried in the soft fur there, and for a brief moment he found himself enjoying it. A motherly sort of feeling, in a way, that was soon washed away by her words. Hopeful, teary eyes searched her face, waiting for her to continue. He'd make it better if he only could. Her words startled him though and, as the tears drifted away from his eyes, he looked confused. "I don't know how.." He whispered then, confused and suddenly ashamed. He had been drunk on both occasions that he'd ever done anything and there was very little that he could remember.
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((*just noticed Jasper's title and LOL'ed*Ya know...it would be so amusing if she taunted him afterwards, too. She's really becoming quite mean. LOL))
Bi-colored eyes smouldered as he looked into hers, but it was different from the angry glare she'd given him. This one promised pleasure, enjoyment. Satisfaction. She stroked his cheek gently. I can teach you, Jasper. I can teach you about a woman's body, about how to please. Would you trust me to teach you that?
She was pushy, and didn't wait for an answer. She took a hand and placed it on a breast. Touch me, Jasper...I need to be touched. Women love being touched. She then leaned forward and kissed him, putting all the tender lust into it that she was able to.
[html] He'd probably cry again. XD
Blinking away the last few tears that lingered, Jasper watched her face, his head screaming with confusion and sudden stress. What was he supposed to do? He wanted to make the situation better, he hadn't mean to hurt anyone in the first place, but now that he had been given the option to do so, he was confused. His mind raced, searching for an answer to the question that she had asked him but coming up with nothing at all.
It didn't seem his answer would matter though, as soon enough she grabbed him and his hand was on her chest. His eyes were wide at that point, mouth slightly agape at her actions. It was when she came in for the kiss that everything broken down. He whined suddenly, ears dropping back to lay flat against his head. His arm was scrunched up between their bodies and unable to move away, though he was so stunned that he was unlikely to try and move anyways.
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He whined, and she paused momentarilly, a little confused herself. In her three years of sexual activity, she hadn't come across anyone so timid. then again, the males she'd been with were all more...outgoing than Jasper. She relented, nipping and nibbling at his neck, a hand finding it's way to his thigh and stroking the soft fur there.
Slow, repetitive strokes. She wasn't doing this for him, or ever serself. She was doing it to get revenge on lucifer. To hurt the black male who'd spurned her. To hurt the male who no longer loved her. She'd get her way with jasper, she just had to be more gentle. He was shy.
[html] It didn't feel anything like he remembered, at least from what he could remember, anyways. The moments between he and Lucifer that led up to their act had been almost emotional for Jasper, there had been reasoning and feeling there, even if he didn't know exactly where it had come from. Her muzzle moved swiftly down toward his neck and, almost instinctively, he lifted his head to the side, giving better access to the area that she was nibbling. Quite honestly, it was at first a soothing sort of feeling, one that he could have easily melted in to and, though he didn't relax completely, his body slid from tense to almost comfortable.
Her hand brought even more reaction, causing the legs of the young male to quake at her touch, trembling beneath her fingers. His legs had previously been against the ground from where he dropped there, but somehow he had managed to get them back beneath him, resting up on his knees, pressed close to this strange female. He didn't know what to expect or what to do, but he also understood that it wasn't all just going to go away either. She had plans and it seemed like he was a very big part of them.
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She wiggled, moving closer, pressing her breasts into his body. She groaned softly, feeling his fur teasing her tender nipples. Her strokes became small circles which moved slowly closer to what laid between his thighs. She continued to nibble his neck, grooming the tender spot she was sure laid under there. She couldn't think of anyone she'd been with who didn't have a sensitive neck.
Don't be shy, Jasper. I'm not going to hurt you.
[html] Jasper did indeed have a sensitive neck, though the feelings had started out as something that he might have considered motherly, they slowly advanced in to something more. The fur on the back of his neck stood on end and after a short moment he was pushing his neck toward her, urging her on whether he knew it or not. Her hands continued to move also, growing ever near the already half exposed member, and Jasper could feel his hips twitching, almost reaching for her touch. It was odd though, because in his head he wasn't controlling these things, it was almost as if they were just happening on their own. His hands were against her then, resting at her sides, just above her hip, because he honestly hadn't a clue what to do.
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After a while, the pale woman discovered she was enjoying taking charge. just as she'd thrilled to using that toy on Lucifer. It was a major boost to her own libido to be dominant. He pushed his hips towards her, just the slightest of movements, and she took the opportunity to stroke his member with the tip of a finger.
She gently pressed him back against the grass, still fondling the slow to rise member. She then slowly trailed her kissed and nips down his body, over his nipples and stomache to his pelvis. She nuzzled and nipped at his hips before running her tounge over the ruby red head of his manhood. She didn't nip that, but continued to lavish lazy licks from her velveteen tongue on it.
[html] His mind swirled in confusion as he rested there on his knees, eyes finally shutting tightly, keeping out the images of the world around him. He felt the finger, just barely touching him at first, and each touch thereafter brought a quiet whine from the throat of the young male, just barely enough that it was audible. It was a mixture of confusion and pleasure, the many thoughts that lingered in the back of his mind. Would it really be okay after all of it was over? Would she really not be angry at him any longer?
The question weren't allowed to linger for very long though, his eyes opening briefly from the pressure of her trying to lay him back, which responded to by doing just what she wanted. In an instant his eyes were shut again, hands away from her body and stretched out across the ground. The lines of kisses and nibbles she placed across him practically made his skin crawl beneath her touch, sending chills up his spine. It was when she made her way farther down that his movement increased, feeling the velvety touch of her tongue against him, which only further provoked him to being completely ready for her. Hands grasped harshly for the grass around him, legs quivering as he lay.
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She waited until he was ready, then she moved to hover over him, her breasts rubbing against the velvery fur of his chest. She kissed him again, this time more gently, and lowered herself onto his waiting member. She moved slowly at first, wanting to take her time and have him really enjoy her sheath around his manhood. But soon the driving desire for fulfilment pushed her onwards, making her move quicker, soft whines of need pushing from between her lips. Touch me, jasper. I need you to touch me.
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