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He left his son in the relative safety of the packlands. He wanted to venture further abroad, to look for new places. He'd spent a good portion of the day on the coast, the fishing was good. His mother had never liked fish, he recalled with a smile. She'd always said she'd eaten one too many during the drought and famine when she'd first joined Syemv. She never really talked about the wolves there much. Soran, and once she mentioned Rurik. She hadn't spent much time there, he didn't think.

He focused on his surroundings. He'd wandered around aimlessly for a while, but now he found himself in the cavernous lobby of an old hotel. He raised an eyebrow as he wandered through it, looking at the moldy paintings on the walls. A gift shop he found delighted him, and he opened the door, smiling at the chime of it. It was a sweet, pleasant sound. He studied the glass case. Somehow it had avoided the looting of all the other places. jewelry lined the shelf, mostly cheap sea shell trinkets, some colored glass. He liked the ones made with stone, and he went around the back side to look closer at one made of amethyst. A star carved from polished amethyst was hung off of a simple silver chain.

He smiled, thinking of the delight on his mother's face if she were here. But she wasn't. He wanted to put it back, but ended up wrapping it in a piece of tissue paper and putting it in his pack instead, a soft smile curving his lips. He wandered the store for a while, finding a book or two that caught his attention. Those joined the necklace in his pack. In the back of the store there were racks, filled with wine bottles. He lifted a bottle and thought for a while, then set it back in it's wooden cradle.




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ooc; lol while writing this i so had my mind on the song 'Big Spender' by shirley bassey XD the song starting at the moment she sees Tal heheheh
Clicky here o.o XD ignore the wierd beginning

Oh and I also asked Sie about the multi father litter and she said the SA would probably not allow it, so I was thinking if they don't realise who they are in this thread, but later on after another litter lots of angsty angst mwhahaha

For once the woman did not have her mind set upon males or sex or sexy males or even only slightly sexy males but rather a different vice of her desire all together; Alcohol. She hungered to feel the fire in her veins and the fuzz in her brain, the numbness and yes the feeling of being completely alive. Unknowing that she took the same path that Taliesin Dur Rhiannon would do not long after the snowy femme she walk along almost enticingly to anyone who might be watching, her fingers brushing her long hair from her face and playing idly with the white rose that adorned her hair today. She came across an old hotel that looked promising and instead of using the main entrance as normal people would she climbed in through the first floor window, and proceeded to look about the decaying hotelly bedroom parts of the hotel with interest, rummaging through the rooms and closets and drawers searching for anything of value.

Eventually her hard work, in her eyes, payed off and she found a bottle of whiskey that had managed to survive the downfall of mankind and the subsequent years of abandonment. Cradling the bottle almost as if it were a babe that she should be careful with she carried it up to the second floor, removing the cap and taking a long drink of the liquid gold, relishing the burn at it slowly made its way to her stomach and pooled there as a ball of heat. She fell back onto a bed that had had its legs long ago worn through and now sat on the floor and giggled as the mattress creaked under her weight and dust particles blossomed into the air all around her. Sitting up her deep baby blue eyes looked around the room, and she found a mirror. It was cracked and chipped but still useful in its function.

Critical eyes surveyed herself before petite fingers reached to unzip the leather top, the two halves falling away to reveal a large bosom that stood perkily on its own. She twisted to the side and looked at herself from that angle, for a second seeing herself through the eyes of Lucifer and was pleased with the image that swam before her gaze. The denim hot pants sat low on her hips and swayed sexily with her body when she moved them, snowy tail was as perfect looking as always. She returned to the bottle on the bed and took another longer drink and twirled herself around in a circle in a moment of girlishness. A large over sized coyote-like ear swung to the side as she thought she heard a sound, not recognizing at the chime of the gift shop.

Grabbing up the bottle in her paw she left the room with the mirror and made her way down the steps to the first floor, tilting her head to the side and listening again and was beginning to think she had heard nothing when she heard the gentle chink of glass on wood. She continued down the rest of the stairs and peeked around the corner being careful to keep herself hidden, and the male she spied was absolutely gorgeous. Lovely white fur covered his body, oh the white totally turned her on, the obsession she had inherited from her father coming into play. He would have good genes to pass on whiteness to her pups, it made her tingle inside, white was pure in her eyes and the best, her father was different for it was not his fault he had been born of black coloring but he was white on the inside and that was all that mattered, all that mattered was that she provided him with white pups that he could use to further the Sawtooth line into greatness.

For the duration of the deluded ramblings of her mind she had stayed out of sight but now she walked around the corner brazenly and without shame, for also during her inner monologue she had managed to undo the button to her shorts as well so that now both her articles of clothing were open and displaying her womanly attributes to some degree. She paced right up to him, hips swaying in the way she knew was sexiest before speaking,

"Well hello there handsome..."

He was studying the bottles with an almost clinical detachment. What was so interesting about them that had made his mother and Lucifer enjoy them so much? He'd lost his family because of the liquids in the bottles. He'd lifted a finger to trace the delicately printed label again, when a voice came from behind him. He turned and saw a woman.

And what a woman. His eyes traveled her full length before speaking. He was used to clothed wolves, and unclothed wolves, but this... this state of undress was very appealing. His ears swiveled back, then forward, a sudden shyness clouding his brain. "Err... hello yourself? I uh... I was just lookin' around. Sorry if I disturbed you, miss."

His tongue was thick as he kept having to pull his gaze away from the upturned breasts that were only partially covered by the top the female wore. He was suddenly very glad he'd convinced his son to stay behind in the pack. He ran his fingers through his short messy mane before letting his gaze rest on something behind her. The flag hanging from the corner, the one with the leaf on it. Then maybe her obvious attributes would quit distracting him.

"I'm Tal. Pleasure to meet you, miss..." He left the question hanging, half hoping she'd tell him to leave, half hoping she'd ask him to stay. He was woefully unversed with women, the only woman he'd ever slept with had been Kira. Besides that his only sexual encounters had been with males, once with Lucifer, and once with Bart. He didn't understand the blatant interest in her sky blue gaze, nor the throaty growl in her sweet voice.

His gaze travelled up and down her body igniting a rush of heat to wherever it was he was looking and in a matter of seconds her entire body was burning up with lust and want, making her wriggle her hips slightly at the deliciousness of it all. Blue eyes shone with an intense sapphire fire. She smiled seductively as he continued to gape quite comically at her and pale fingers moved to push locks of snowy hair away from her face. His shyness was cute and endearing to her, after realizing he was staring the poor male didn't know where to look. Her ears mirrored his own as they went back then turned forwards, her body shifted slightly and her tail wagged visibly behind her, she held no ill intentions towards him, only ones that would please them both very much, him especially and her body posture portrayed this in droves.

She chuckled in the back of her throat, "No need to apologize, the interruption is most.. welcomed." Honeyed tones teased the air between them, her body temperature noticeably increasing if one cared to touch her person. She was so close to him that she could reach out her hand and touch him and cloud white fingers twitched and ached to do so but she held back and tortured herself, loving the way it burned inside of her, the temptation being right in front of her. Tal was his name then, hmm it was a nice one too, it would roll off of her tongue very easily, she answered his almost asked question of her name,

".. Gemma. And likewise yourself." The unvoiced 'sexy' to the end of the sentence rang out unmistakably. She could sense his inexperience and shyness, most probably he was wondering to himself why she was so enamored by him and was coming on so strongly. There was something hidden in those eyes of his, something that called to her, regardless of his absolutely lovely white fur, something that trapped her there. Her tongue snuck out to lip her lips.

"Tell me Tal. Why is such a good looking fella like you..." She took a step closer to him and looked up through her lashes, "...doing out here all on his lonesome when he could be having sooo much fun with someone like me." Her words gave her daring and she reached out placing both of her petite hands flat against his chest.

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"Gemma," he murmured softly, memorizing her name. She spoke again, and then she was moving forward. Like a mouse mesmerized by a snake, he didn't move, even as she placed her hands on his chest. Could she feel how quickly his heart was racing? Her sweet scent filled his nose stronger than before, and he licked his lips. He lifted his hands and covered hers, their pose for a moment mirroring the lusty Harlequin novels from human times. He swallowed, his voice unusually but pleasantly husky when he spoke.

"Perhaps, Gemma, I was just waiting for someone like you to come around." Her scent was weaving a spell, like a succubus of myth and legends. As if his body was responding to hers, he could feel want rising up in him. He licked his lips again, slower this time. Her blue eyes were drowning him, he mused dreamily. Time was slowing for him. He drew in a slow deep breath, drawing her scent deeper into his lungs, driving his body mad with a sudden aching want. It had been too long since he'd lain with a woman, and this woman seemed all to ready and willing.

He broke free of the mental enchantment to huskily murmur her name again. "Gemma... you weave a spell around me. I see something of myself in your enchanting blue eyes, and yet...there is more to you, I think." He nipped at her neck gently, finding himself being driven by base instincts he'd been unaware of. Maybe there was more of his parents in him than he'd previously imagined. He didn't pause to ponder that, just nibbled at her neck again.

"Your fur so silky... your scent so bewitching... " He drew his tongue slowly over her shoulder and the base of her neck. He murmured softly to her again, "You taste... like summer. Sweet and spicy. Unforgettable." He nibbled at the base of her throat, his hands releasing hers and running down her mane, drawing strand of it through his fingers.

ooc; lol i just realised that Gemma had been holding a bottle of whiskey XD

Succubus smile curled her lips upwards as her fingers speared through crisp white fur, heat curling through the downy hairs to warm her palms as the she hybrid moved ever closer until the front of her half undressed body touched his. Her hands twitched and curled inwards as his larger paws came to cover over them, encompassing them within his grasp and her eyes fluttered half closed. How long had it been since any one had touched her with gentleness. A small frown creased her mouth ever so slightly as she thought of Matteo then shook her head, clearing the thought of him, he didn't belong here, not now.

Her eyes sparkled like gems at his words, laughter swirling within the deep blue depths and her smile retuning, "Touché Tal, touché." Her own tongue flicked out to lick her lips and moisten the tip of her nose, her grin widened. There wasn't much more room between them to move closer but somehow they managed to do so and her hands journeyed down south teasingly slowly. She could sense within him the need and want rising like a tidal wave about to hit the coast. His teeth against her neck made her shiver faintly and she moaned softly, her over sized ears falling back against her head as sparks rushed through her body from sensitive nerves. Gemma could easily switch between dominance and submission, either role was fun to play and even funner to change sides half way through.

She chuckled huskily at his words, her hands sliding around to grip his hips and pull him in closer to her, "Well you're the first to see past the skin and fur baby." The hands running through her hair felt nice and she whimpered quietly. The woman took a few steps backwards, pulling him with her by the hands at his waist,

"Oh you're coming with me." She began to pull the white man towards the stairs she had come down. The bottle of whiskey she had brought with her lay forgotten on the floor.

((My toddler is very insistent that Gemma's aav is a cat. LOL PS: I'm loving this thread! Oh, and feel free to PP anything Gemma wants Tal to do. LOL))

She rubbed against him, and he retaliated with another nip to her neck. When she began pulling him, he followed willingly, all thoughts except those of her flying from his head. She led him to a room that smelled strongly of herself. A dusty bed, rumbled from what looked like recent use dominated the room. Upon seeing the bed, he took charge again, nudging her in the direction of the bed. He pressed her down into the dusty mattress, running his knuckles down her collarbone and brushing slowly over a breast.

He leaned in, taking a succulent breast into his mouth, sucking gently on it as if a nursing pup. He rolled his tongue around the nipple, taking time to gently roll the other nipple between his fingers. After a few moments, he switched which nipple he sucked on and which nipple he played with. He lifted his head, gazing into her deep blue eyes, his eyes clouded with desire. He murmured her name reverently, his voice husky with need. "Gemma..."

He rubbed his cheek against the soft velvet of her belly, kissing and nibbling his way back to her neck. He didn't want to rush the beautiful hybrid, he wanted her to enjoy every moment. Hell, he wanted to savor the taste of a spontaneous love making session. He kissed her slowly then, pulling her slender body against his. After a moment, he decided her clothes were in the way. He kissed her again, then looked into her eyes. "Gemma... take the clothes off. I want to feel you against me."

XD im loving this thread too

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Her zig-zagging between submissive and dominance seemed to awaken something inside the apparently usually passive white male, something raw, untamed and aggressive. She would hazard a guess and say he had never felt or acted this way before. It made her feel special that she had been the one to wake those instincts up within him and fan the spark into flames that only seemed to grow hotter as she all but dragged him upstairs into the room she had found the whiskey in. She backed up as he nudged her towards the bed and collapsed backwards onto it, her shirt was hanging so far down her arms now that she might as well not been wearing it at all. She leaned back on her elbows and looked at him from under her lashes, suddenly acting coy and shy.

The woman moaned as Tal pressed her down into the old mattress, claws trailing lightly up and down his shoulders. Hissing with pleasure as his mouth closed over a tight hard nipple and arching her back upwards, thrusting her chest towards him she gasped and closed her eyes, one of her hands pushing her long curly hair back from her face. They flicked back open as she felt him stop and locked onto his, a temptress' smile on her face. Him rubbing his head against her stomach was a new and strange feeling to the woman but it was not unwelcomed and she ran her hands through his hair, teasing locks that were as snowy as her own.

She kissed him back greedily, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, she giggled as he told her to take her clothes off, and murmured huskily,

"Why don't you take them off for me, Stud." Her eyes fluttered half closed as she smiled sexily at him, awaiting his response.

He wanted to rip them away. Instead he took his time, slowly unveiling the beautiful form that was hidden inside. His eyes worshiped her body, shining with the admiration he felt for her petite form. He glided his hand down a thigh to her foot, taking the time to rub it gently, giving his soon to be lover a mini massage. His hands moved of their own accord, his head dipping to taste the sweet nectar that pooled between her thighs. He licked the junction of her thighs slowly, dragging his tongue over the nub of pleasure. He was kneeling, her legs captured between his knees, his hands planted on either side of her curvaceous hips.

He lifted his head, licking his lips. Her taste was sweet, a salty honey that he could savor for the rest of his life. This wasn't the Tal that was the good guy, the nice guy. This was a Tal who'd been awoken by the past women in his life, the ones who'd used him only for sex. Sexual Tal tended to slumber, but when he awoke his appetite was insatiable. Tal licked his lips again, his eyes glittering with the lust he was feeling. He nuzzled her thighs apart, not wanting to let her body escape. He dipped his head in again, his tongue taking another slow taste of her juices.

failsuckness

His slow stripping of her clothes only served to turn her on more and more until the scent of her arousal mingled with his and swirled around them in a shroud of desire so thick it was almost liquid. She could taste it within the air with each desperate pant, tingling on her tongue and filling up her senses until all she knew was this startling white man who was the merest hint recognisable with the shy awkward male she had met earlier, seemingly taken over by a monster of a different kind than her father and one that also raged strongly within herself.

Deeper than normal blue half lidded eyes surveyed the man as his hand slid down her thigh, the muscles underneath twitching and spasming with anticipation and need. She was burning up underneath her coat of ivory white and let out a low, desperate groan as fingers caressed the arch of her foot, the act oddly erotic. Petite hands clenched the aged sheets between pale fingers as his tongue ran over her sensitive parts, pulling a long drawn out moan from her that seemed to come from her very soul. Her back arched upwards and her head was throw back against the old pillows, the man was relentless in his attack on her body and soon enough her thighs began to tremble as she hovered on the edge, her voice a mere breath of ear amid desperate pants,

"Please.. Tal, I need you.. now."

((Love the new aav!))

He grinned at her, a sweet sexy smile. She was begging now, and it turned him on. Now that she was as naked as him he laid next to her, pulling her supple body against his. He spent a little while longer teasing her body, before kneeling over her, rubbing his manhood against her wet love tunnel. He listened to her ragged breathing, smiling as he slowly sheathed his cock inside of her. He groaned as her wet heat enveloped his tool.

His thrusting was slow and deliberate, gentle strokes that pressed him deeper inside of her. "Ah, Gemma..." He groaned her name softly, fervently. He wanted to savor the sweet heat of her intimate places. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even tighter against him. "You're so soft, Gemma, like velvet rose petals." He nibbled at her neck again, his slender frame trembling slightly with passion.

;_; once again it takes me forever to reply D: im such a bad rp'er -.-

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She sighed as he pulled her closer, hands exploring the muscled feel of him, he was absolutely gorgeous, the small defect of his mismatched eyes was not even an issue with her, complete purity hardly even mattered when there was all this deliciousness to process. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, any sex was good sex as far as she was concerned but it was a rather extended period that she'd connected with anyone in this way before, it was almost as if they shared some kind of bridge that locked them together, as a single entity.

She growled cutely as he continued to tease and torment her perspiring body, itching to feel the release she knew was hanging just out of reach. She moaned as he rubbed himself against her, hands gripping his fur loosely and then tightly, switching back and forth between the two. A hiss of pleasure escaped her as he finally slid inside, stretching and filling her. Then he began to move and she was lost to the sensations shooting through her, rolling out from where they joined. Her name rolled off of his tongue so sexily and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her closer, thrusting her hips up to meet his as they pushed down, deepening his stroke. Soft rolling murring growls left her throat as he pushed her higher with his luscious body, her toes flexing like a cat's.

His words and expression which she could just about see through the stars dancing behind her eyes made her grin, and she squeezed down with her inner wall muscles, contracting them around his shaft and sending ripples through them and sucking him deeper still, even as he continued to pull moans and pleasured sighs from her like raindrops from the sky.

He nibbled on Gemma's shoulder before lifting himself and putting his weight on his hands. He wanted to watch, wanted to savor every moment. She wove a spell of desire around him, and he needed to be sure she was totally satisfied. He continued to drive himself in deep before pulling back so only his tip was in, and then pressing himself deep inside again. A soft growl sounded in his throat as he pulled back again, teasing her by only using the tip of his shaft to pleasure her. Unless she demanded something faster, he would keep the same slow pace until he saw her shatter into a puddle of bliss. He slid himself deep inside again, whimpering softly as her walls spasmed around his shaft. He was drowning in pleasure, drowning in her deep blue eyes. He pressed himself deep, then stilled, watching her. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked in the passion of the moment. He wanted to tell her how much he was loving the feeling of her sheath tightening and spasming around his cock. Instead he just sighed her name and continued the slow deep strokes that felt good to him, and seemed like she was enjoying them too. If she wanted something more, all she needed to do was ask him, and he would do whatever she asked. Hell, at this moment, if she told him she wanted the moon, he would find a way to give her the moon. If she told him to roll her over and be rough with her, he'd do that too. He was willing to do anything as long it pleased her, it was what made him a most wonderful lover.

i'm making a point of taking no longer than 7/8 days at maximum to reply to this thread now seeing as i have such a bad track record of replying to it ;_;
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She stared up at him with huge blue eyes that seemed endless in their depth. Rape was the usual norm for her, she had been taken against her own will by so many, up to and including her own father that unforced sex was a strange and wonderful thing to her. The slow but needful pace was perfect for the ivory woman, she connected to him in a way she had never done with anyone else, not even pure and innocent Matteo or rough and arrogant Giuseppe, both had their own merits but neither of them stirred her inside like the man atop of her was doing.

That Gemma would unknowingly find such a connection with her own half brother was an irony so full that had she known they shared a father she would have laughed until her sides ached and tears of mirth poured from her eyes. Then she would beg him to do her all over again and be damned with with came of it, such was his pull. Such emotion was held back in his lightning and sky gaze that the woman couldn't resist taking his head gently in her hands and placing a soft kiss at the end of his muzzle. The feel of him inside her was amazing and she didn't ever want him to stop, the gentle thrusts carrying her with him to greater and greater heights

She heard him whimper and sigh her name, from his lips it sounded like golden dust, huge coyote ears swung forwards to better capture the sound and hold it. The femme whimpered back in response, a soft drawn out whine. She now felt the urge t move and be active, involved within the act of their mating. With a quiet murring sound she pushed against his shoulder, urging him to roll onto his back.
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((It's no problem love. It's just the longest porn thread ever written time wise. LOL))

Her deep blue eyes were wonderful, seemingly worshiping him as he made sweet slow love to her. He kept his slow gentle thrusts even as she placed a gentle caring kiss on his muzzle. The world outside vanished for him. All it was now was two white canines making love, taking their time exploring the other's body, enjoying the gentle sensation of physical intimacy. He would have been horrified that he was enjoying it so much if he knew who her father was. He would turn and run, and refuse to look back. Incest was a crime to him, one unforgivable. That was why he no longer referred to his father as his father, but as Lucifer or his sire. It was unforgivable, and unforgettable.

But right now, questions about her parentage were not even remotely in his mind. The only thing in his mind was that she was wordlessly asking him to lay on his back. He held her hips as he slowly rolled, his tender gaze not leaving her eyes. He reached up and lightly caressed her perfect breasts, his touch tender and worshipful. He whispered her name again, saying it with the same awe and reverence that one would give a Goddess or a queen. He wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down, kissing her deeply. The feel of her tongue against his was intoxicating and he arched his back, thrusting his hips up, driving her deeper onto his shaft.

His eyes told her everything. 'Have at it,' they said. 'Enjoy me, use me. Anything and everything.' His voice was silent, though. Only his eyes spoke to her.