Re: [m] That got it in her blood to get a little wild

Guin

POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2018 4:03 am

Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii
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Whichever choice she made he would be pleased with. Oh, but he reeeallly hoped she chose the harder route (pun intended). He was itching to explore and touch and taste. She was a gloriously spread buffet for his consumption. He licked his lips deliberately, slowly, roaming the defiant tilt of her head with an intense stare. The scent of lust, of arousal grew in his nose and his nares flared with each deep inhale. He could breathe in her scent all night long.

Honrin made a husky noise in the back of his throat. Pressing his cheek against hers, even the seemingly innocent slide made his blood boil, the sensation sending shivers along his spine. He was already grinning, muzzle wrinkled as she nipped his skin and then bit him.

Everything flashed white-hot and his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle leaped and pulsed, the veins in his neck standing in stark contrast. Artoi save him, she would be his death. He cast his mind out, frantically pulling up less desirable thoughts to quell the racing tide.

Holding onto his dignity by the ends of his fingers, he panted and lowered his head to her neck, peppering her throat with dozens of small nibbling kisses. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she had forced him over the edge before he was ready to go, she always celebrated her victory when she did. Not this time.

He shifted his weight, leaning more on one arm and letting go of one of her wrists. Brows quirked high, and his fingers explored the dips of her neck, the shift of her curves and found the underside of her breast. Instead of grasping like she might expect he tickled the sensitive underside, using the very tips of his claws and rough paw-pads to stroke with maddening inconsistency.

Honrin pressed his hips against her, sliding his length against her hot core, ever so slowly nudging against the little node of pleasure. He was no rookie at this, Honrin knew how to pleasure, he knew what women liked and most importantly he knew what Guinevere liked, he'd been her guide into the carnal world after all. All of her kinks had been introduced to her by himself; And oh he intended to use every last one against her.

And he became the sun, to shine upon the worthy

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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2018 11:13 pm

Guinevere Callow-Knight
I fell down, down, down
And the flames just went higher

wc 417 :: ooc here

Black lips drew back against white fur, the male above her grinning wolfishly with wrinkled muzzle as she nibbled and teased down his neck. But she wanted more of a reaction than that; he'd challenged her, after all, and he knew better than to cast the gauntlet down lightly. Her fangs dented into his skin, applying pressure and scraping as she dragged her jaws closed across his collarbone without spilling a drop of blood.

The reaction was immediate and electric, every muscle in his body springing to attention as he strained to maintain control of himself. Preening at what power she had over his body, she smiled salaciously as he bent to her neck, panting against her throat whilst peppering it with nibbling kisses.

Honrin shifted his weight more onto one arm, though despite one of her wrists now being free she remained in her previous position upon the ground beneath him. Eyebrows quirked, he used the now free hand to map out the dips, valleys, and curves of her neck and chest.

On top of this, he pressed his hips closer to the center of her heated core, eliciting a hiss of pleasure through her teeth as her head tilted slightly back. He nudged that small nodule of pleasure, sending electricity through every nerve of her body. Guin's hips jumped involuntarily, a moan coloring the sharp exhale expelled from her lungs.

A pink tongue darted out to wet the tip of her nose, passing on either side of her muzzle before she resumed lightly panting and gazing up at the male above her with gem-like pale green orbs. Her free hand fell forward, curling around the side of his neck and beckoning his head to lower. Her jaw rubbed against his, taking his scent just as much as she gave her own.

When Guin pulled back enough for them to be nose to nose, she gave his a lick, though she also used this as a distraction for her hand to slide down his chest, caressing the texture of his abs until she reached the tender skin just above his groin.

Here she tickled and petted, alternating between her claws and the pads of her fingers, though she refrained from touching the length of his rod. Her lips spread into a daring grin, fangs nearly touching the tip of his black twitching snout.

Is that all you got? she purred, just barely brushing the tip of him with the back of her hand.

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POSTED: Fri Nov 09, 2018 1:50 am

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She was his very own seething flame and he, he was shameless. In his arousal he could be free, released from the burdens of every day life. He couldn't even bring himself to care that they were completely exposed and anyone could walk by at any point, that only added to his fever.

He ground his length against her, a slow advance and retreat, breathing heavily in the wake and even if he'd felt no pleasure at all he'd still do it if only to hear her moan so prettily. Sing for me.

At her direction he nuzzled his cheek into hers and even pretended to ignore her hand as it crept down his body. She was too much, and not enough, and just the right amount all wrapped up together. If she wanted to touch him then, yes please. His whiskers quivered, pale strands almost lost amid his fur.

He'd been content to slowly work her into a frenzy, drive her insane inch by inch. His head reared back as she spoke and eyes narrowed, glinting gold. Oh, oh. So that was how they were going to play it then. So be it.

His fingers clenched about her breast, claws pricking ever so slightly at her skin. His massive head swung closer and he snarled, a low rumbling sound that reverberated from deep in his chest. He kissed her then, hard and hot and utterly domineering. Honrin let go of her breast and grabbed her questing hand, by the wrist and forced it to the ground., holding it there.

His whole body heaved, pulling up and away so that he loomed over her, a pale furred wall of muscle and scars. The easy-going, laughing demeanor was shattered and left behind only intense heat. He was hot all over, his blood drumming in his ears, breaths falling from his lips like summer rain.

He lowered his head to spread hot breath against her chest. He began to bite her, nips at her flesh that would sting in just the right way. Then he would splay his tongue over each bite, causing pain and then soothing it. Just enough to bring to fore the part of her he knew liked it.

And he became the sun, to shine upon the worthy

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POSTED: Fri Nov 09, 2018 3:58 am

Guinevere Callow-Knight
I fell down, down, down
And the flames just went higher

wc 454 :: ooc here

At that moment, nothing else mattered but the alabaster furred male hovering above her. Guin's world had narrowed down to the point where only the two of them existed, nothing outside of their little bubble could catch her attention unless it were of an emergency nature.

He continued that slow grind of his length against her core, bumping that nodule bundle of nerves repeatedly so each time her legs shook and her hips impulsively met with his. He let her draw his head down, to brush their cheeks together, oh but when she picked up the gauntlet and threw it back, that got an even greater reaction out of her man.

His head reared back to stare down at her, a new, dangerous glint in his eye making way for the dominant predator he was at heart. The soft, tantalizing tickles changed, abruptly he grasped her breast roughly so the tips of his claws pricked her skin ever so lightly, hinting at the fiery beast she tangled with. She gasped from the sensation, fairly writhing from the delicious zaps of desire that spiraled directly south and pooled in her lower belly, prompting her inner muscles to tighten.

Honrin's head swung closer once more, a feral snarl wrinkled across his muzzle and a low rumbling growl thundering in his chest. The sound of it had her quivering, though it was anything but fear that caused it. She could feel heat escape from her core, slick and rampant with her scent of desire. He kissed her then, and right then there was nothing soft or sweet about her partner.

Unlike the others of tonight, this kiss was hard and hot. In it, Honrin demanded, domineered, clashed his desire with her own, swallowing her surprised moan and the little yelp as he reclaimed her questing hand and forced it back to the ground above her head by the wrist, effectively pinning her.

He reared back eventually, a solid, pale wall of dominant muscle and husky need, looming above her intimidatingly with hawkish gold eyes narrowed to slits with lust. He came down again to spread his hot breath across the expanse of her chest, his teeth nipping and nibbling at her flesh in a way that stung oh so perfectly. His tongue laved over each little mark he left behind, and her back arched beautifully beneath him.

For a while she held on, her lower lip caught between her teeth to control the noises that wanted to escape her maw. One particular spot threw her off guard, however, and her lips fell open to keen needily, writhing where he'd trapped her as her hips rolled the center of her core against his scorching length.

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My heart of fire
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POSTED: Sat Nov 10, 2018 9:04 pm

Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii
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Tilted ears twisted, turning to catch every sigh, each gasp. It fueled him onward, almost as much as her clamping her jaws shut to try and deny what she felt. He usually won these battles of will though, if only because he could play her like an instrument. His muzzle wrinkled and exposed fangs, his tongue caressed the dip of her collarbone. Finding the places to break down her walls.

He was a vindictive bastard, tried and true. How he was enjoying this. His laughter rolled, dark and writhing when she broke. He reached a hand up, grabbing her jaws shut and running his claws against her skin,

"Now.." He purred, rubbing his nose against her ear, "..don't you be giving us away." He exhaled slowly, deliberately and his voice dropped its pitch, quieted to a whisper, "There's no telling who might come running if you start moaning... and they'll all see what such a bad girl you really are." He chuckled again, in that same deep whisper,

"So you keep quiet." Honrin smirked and thrust his hips forwards sharply for emphasis, lathing his tongue along the slope of her throat and letting his teeth drag, ever so lightly.

Hearing her moans were always a delicious addition, but making her stay silent, well, that was a whole other game with devious inspiration. If she couldn't keep herself quiet then he'd just have to get creative.

Eyes glinting, he let go of her muzzle and again pinned her wrist to the ground. For a long moment he stared down at her face, baring his teeth in a silent growl, then lowered his head again to continue on in the same vein, bite and soothe. He'd give her a couple hundred heartbeats before she broke again.

And he became the sun, to shine upon the worthy

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POSTED: Mon Nov 12, 2018 2:52 am

Guinevere Callow-Knight
I fell down, down, down
And the flames just went higher

wc 454 :: ooc here

Within seconds of her momentary fault of will, a strong hold closed its fingers around her muzzle, clamping it shut and muffling any further noises she might have made, claws sharp and prickling against her skin. Her eyes snapped open, having not realized she closed them, but he'd bent too close for her to see what expression he might have.

Honrin rubbed his nose against her ear, his rumbling voice vibrating her ear drums as he warned her about giving them away. He dropped the pitch after a deliberate exhale which ruffled the sensitive fur at the outer shell of her ears, only whispering now while he described how anyone could overhear and come see Guin in her most risque moments.

On his demand that she keep quiet, his hips thrust sharply forward for emphasis, eliciting a quick inhale through her snout from the action. Pale green orbs also rolled slowly backward as he lathed his tongue across the slope of her throat, sending little tingles of arousal southward to her hardened nubs, further to her heated core

He let go his grip on her maw, and so began a test for her resolve anew. Her wrist got pinned once again above her head, something she'd not even noticed to be free, distracted as she had been with his hands, his voice....his tongue.

He stared down at her for a long moment, fangs bared in a silent snarl from above. He would see the way her eyes had clouded with desire, half lidded and so needy she would almost be willing to beg right then.

Guin had just enough wits about her left to curl her own lips back, a a softly buzzing snarl the only nonverbal defiance she could afford at the moment before he got back to his previous job, nipping and soothing as he went.

She squirmed beneath his bulk, shifting her hips rapidly against his length which scorched her with its heat, unashamed for her lack of physical composure. He'd played her up, wound her tighter until her strings threatened to break, and still he continued in his torment. She caught her lower lip between some teeth, quivering from the effort it took to remain quiet except for her rapid, panting breaths.

Guin went on like this until he went back to that same spot from earlier, applying his ministrations rougher there. She bucked against him, her head falling back as her lips curled back from sharp canid teeth to hiss a curse. Fffuuuuck... a whine escaped her, drawn out at the end of the single word she'd uttered, and that was the final strain which broke her own self-control.

Her head began to lightly thrash back and forth, wine tresses spilling from the braid she'd put them in earlier, soft whimpers spilling from her maw with increasing frequency and volume, but still she refused to actually beg; not yet, anyway.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 12, 2018 8:13 pm

Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii
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She still had omph left in her, evidenced by her snarling back at him. Woah baby. He knew he was wining though, time was ticking out for her. Gold eyes glimmered with the knowledge, arrogance rolled together with experience. He'd break her without a doubt, the only question left was, when?

Each covetous nip of teeth, every devious slide of his tongue. They could be her last. He shuddered, the anticipation was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to fall against her and go to town, but he couldn't, not yet. Ego and pride bubbled in his chest, she would beg, she would. He demanded it with a smug audacity. She tried so hard to stay quiet, and he worked to undermine her with devastating effect.

The threads of his own composure were fast unraveling though, she sang too sweetly, the gods save him because she felt too damn good against him. His internal thoughts were an echo of her whine, 'Fffuuuuck...'

It was time to switch things up, go for a new tactic. He was a versatile man, after all. Honrin pulled away and up, abandoning his tormenting nips and bites. His hands slid below her, fingers digging in, and he hauled her upright to her knees, crushing her against him.

Fingers fell to her rear and pulled her close, grinding them together, squeezing her pert globes. His tongue lolled between fangs, and licked her neck. "You can end this.." He breathed hoarsely, "...one little word, that's all." He swallowed heavily, throbbing against the heated flesh of her,

I know you want this. I know why you're really here, Guinevere." He purred her name, a deep, husky whisper to tickle her ear.

His hands roamed upwards, sinking through her fur, leaving destruction in their wake.

And he became the sun, to shine upon the worthy

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POSTED: Mon Nov 12, 2018 9:07 pm

Guinevere Callow-Knight
I fell down, down, down
And the flames just went higher

wc 491 :: ooc here

Soon after her loss of control, things changed up again, though, instead of fingers around her muzzle once more it turned into a shift of weight, a lift, and suddenly the warrior princess found herself upright and crushed against his torso.

The rough squeeze of his hands on her rear elicited a hiss of lust to fall from her lips, and she fell limply into him, her throat cooling from his saliva. He ground their bodies together, and she could feel his shaft being slicked up by an outpouring of heat that his pricking claws prompted from where they dug in on her ass.

Guinevere's tail lashed, almost catlike, her arms tightening around the alabaster male's shoulders. He tried so hard to make her say that one little word. She could count on two hands how often he'd succeeded in the past, and this one would not be one of them.

The heat of her core inflamed even more as he quoted what he'd told her on their first night together, the loss of her innocence. Oh, and she'd been so close to breaking, but he just had to remind her of that. She'd grown since then; not so easily led around by inexperience.

Guin rumbled deep from within her chest, a feral sound that should send Honrin's instincts afire. She twisted, using the distraction of the moment to gain just enough advantage so she could slip free from his grip on her rear. She heard a thud, but she did not stop to check how he'd landed. She bolted for the fence line on all fours, fingers and toes digging in to the sand for traction as fast as she could manage.

She vaulted the simple wooden barrier, pausing to look back between the slats with her ears spread horizontally, tail flagged across her back from where she knelt. Her fangs gleamed in the moonlight as she bared them in a wolfish snarl, pale ghost green orbs sparking a challenge back at him.

With a flick of her tail she bolted, sinking every digit into the ground on all fours until it transformed into cobblestone, where she began to run on only her legs. At first it looked as though she might be headed for the carpentry shop, but she passed the line of shop buildings and made a beeline for the entrance of the Fort instead.

Guin paid no heed to who might have been on guard duty; ignoring them altogether as she passed through the gate and entered the territory beyond. She had no doubt Honrin would pursue. Not only had he deemed her as prey, and he the predator, but he'd allowed his dominance to tip its hand; it wouldn't allow her to escape now. Not after challenging him so starkly. Her message had been pretty clear, after all.

If you want me, come and get me.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 12, 2018 9:43 pm

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Occasionally he made a bad call (if you could wall it that), and this was one of them. Surprise allowed her to slip away from him and he fell ungracefully back on his ass, momentarily stunned. His muzzle followed her as she bounded away, as she vaulted the fence and turned back to snarl at him. On reflex he also bared teeth, breathing out a shuddering, growling breath.

Slowly, he stood up, and was quite a sight. Whiskers quivered, and if he was less... less himself then he'd walk back to the carpenter's shop and wait for her to come to him. That wasn't him though, she'd issued a challenge and he was bound to rise to it.

He all but sauntered to the fence and hopped over it, huffing a breath and shoving back his messed up hair. Nares flared, caught her scent and he followed. The sparks in his brain fired, and the instinct to chase roared to life. It filled his muscles and seared through his limbs.

Honrin barely noticed Damon, acting as Guardsman for the evening. Ignoring the flick down of the Officer's eyes and his shocked spluttering, the stunned swears dropping from his lips.

The dimness of the surrounding forest swallowed him up, he found a tree that she'd obviously rubbed herself against. A few of her hairs were caught on the trunk. His clawed hand ran over her scent and the impulse to mark over it was strong, but he turned away. Several hundred paces beyond the Fort's exit Honrin drew to a stop, testing the air. Growling softly under his breath, he began to shift.

Only scant minutes and the secui male shook himself, canted his head to the deep sky and howled. It billowed, echoing, an answer to her challenge.

He caught her scent in his nose again, and began to lope after it, a savage light gleaming in golden eyes. Let the hunt begin.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 12, 2018 10:21 pm

Guinevere Callow-Knight
I fell down, down, down
And the flames just went higher

wc 480 :: ooc here

It didn't take long for the male to take on the chase, picking up the new gauntlet she'd thrown at his feet. Slitted eyes searched for the clearest path through the forest, the only sounds being her panted breaths, the life of night, and the rapid thumps of her feet as she ran.

Every now and then she would pause to rub on a tree, less to lead him in her direction and more to tantalize him with her scent as he followed it.

He issued a howl, echoing his acceptance of her challenge across the expanse of their territory. It might wake up some, but for some reason Guin found she didn't care, not in the slightest. If anyone one else did, it wasn't her problem. Right then, the warrior princess was at the happiest she'd been for a while. Blissful, even, as she flitted between the trees, anxious for the predator she knew to be slowly hunting her tail.

The Callow-Knight remained in her bipedal form; it may have afforded her less speed, but she liked how the dirt felt between her toes and the pads of her fingers when she deemed to drop onto all fours. It wasn't comfortable, really, unless she dropped her hindquarters and slowed to a walk. She took this position now as she entered Mirage Glade, tongue lolling from her muzzle for the sprint she'd mostly done up to that point.

Ghostly greens paused while scoping her surroundings on a field diagonal to her right shoulder. The grass there almost appeared blue, or green, beneath the moonbeams, a mystery which enticed her closer. She explored the edge briefly, sniffing at grass in curiosity. It seemed fine, and the idea of rolling in the rich earth scented meadow called to her so strongly, she could not resist.

She padded on hands and feet a couple yards in, rolling onto her side and sprawling in the grass to rub every inch of herself in the greenery she could manage. After a mew moments of this she relaxed on her belly, her jaws parted to pant and regain her breath for as long as the warrior princess thought she could afford.

Soon though she got up and settled at the edge of the meadow, poised to move as soon as any indication of her alabaster male made itself known. Whether she would continue running or be 'caught', well...that remained to be seen.

Guin didn't hear the quiet pawsteps as they approached from her flank, not until they were almost upon her. She tensed, but a second escape would be no use, if not almost downright dangerous if she'd managed to succeed.

The Callow-Knight snarled and curled her tail, not allowing him such easy access despite how her scent cloyed in the air between them.

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My heart of fire
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