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- Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-10-2012 Kit felt a twang of guilt at the sound of soft whines, but the growing lust for more convinced him that they were whines of pleasure, regardless of what the truth may have been. Each moment brought the male's tongue closer to Fleta's opening, the one that his body had a growing urge to fill, and make his for a second time. The feel of Fleta's hands on his back, of stroking his head only encouraged Kit to move a little quicker. After nuzzling softly against Fleta's inner thigh as a sign of affection, proceeded to all but press his muzzle against the source of his desire, and begin to lick softly. The urge to say something, to put into words the desire he felt, it was strong, and yet Kit was at a loss for how to describe how he felt. It wasn't just the physical want that he had felt for others females, if it had just been that, it wouldn't have felt like such a need. Grasping at the first thing to surface from his lust fogged brain, Kit simply spoke between sensual licks "I need you Fleta.". Not a want, but a need to end the night with Flera wrapped in his arms, tired from passionate lovemaking. After a few moments of licking, Kit would be come impatient, and start trying to move further forward, his goal to have moved so that his hands propped him above a laying down Fleta, with his length likely resting close to his ultimate goal. As tempting as it was to just go ahead with things though, Kit would stop short, and try to catch Fleta's gaze. He wanted a sign that he wasn't pressuring her, that she wanted it as well. Another odd desire for a male that normally only thought about his own wants, and needs. - Terra - 04-10-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 He was so close. It was so different, so new, so good. The tongue continued to trace higher and higher, Terra beginning to tug at him softly, wanting more but unsure of what it was. Did she want to mate with him? Was that what this was? It was similar to last time. The actions were so different though. His tongue grazed in, and Terra yelped happily. That felt good! A moan slipped through her, pleasured by his actions, wishing that she could wrap around him somehow.
.tricksterra b {font-weight:bold; color:#bc0c00; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px;} .tricksterra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .tricksterra {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2f0000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/yqX4Z.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:305px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#ba893a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .tricksterra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .tricksterra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-10-2012 Skin against skin, Fleta's skin, of Fleta's pleasured yelps, and moans. It all seemed so perfect, so right, and Kit had to fight his urge to plunge into Fleta with the feel of his tip against her opening. Everything about her seemed to reassure him that she wanted the same thing, that it was as good for her, as it was for him, but he waited until she spoke his name as consent. Creeping at the very edge of Kit's mind was the need to say something, to throw the word love at Fleta, but it stuck in his throat. It wasn't that Kit hadn't lied about that to get what he wanted from other females, that had happened in the past, and might even happen in the future. In Fleta's case, the words felt true, and that scared Kit a little bit, the normally confident, and carefree male remembering his father's warnings. Brushing the awkward feeling away, Kit decided to just not think, and get lost in the moment with Fleta. Repositioning himself slightly, Kit started to push forward with his hips, his tip moving to pierce Fleta, and become enveloped by the warmth and mind numbing pleasure that he still remembered from their first meeting. Kit was intentionally slow, his muzzle affectionately trying to shower Fleta with kisses, and nuzzling. Everything about the act on two legs felt more intimate, and Kit wanted the moment to last as long as he could. - Terra - 04-10-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 Kit pushed, entering her body finally. Terra's hands dug into his back, claws scraping lightly. The act was so slow, so fulfilling. Terra was glad she was on two legs, the act so much easier without having to struggle with the bad leg. She pushed herself up, feeling him thrust oh so slowly, back and forth inside her. It was nice, kisses brushing over her body. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Was this love? This intense heat, wanting it only from Kit.
.tricksterra b {font-weight:bold; color:#bc0c00; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px;} .tricksterra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .tricksterra {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2f0000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/yqX4Z.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:305px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#ba893a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .tricksterra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .tricksterra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-10-2012 Kit felt himself start to slip inside of Fleta, his eyes nearly rolling at the feeling, and causing him to exhale audibly as he found out how deeply he could go. After resting a moment to enjoy the wonderful sensations, his length as deep as Kit was going to manage, the male started into a slow back and forth movement with his hips. He was lost in the exchange of loving kisses, and the carnal act that they were sharing, but still managed to get out a few loving words "Your so... amazing... Fleta". Instinct was beginning to fight Kit's want to drag things out, his hips starting to go a little faster, especially after hearing the howl of pleasure from Fleta. Hearing her enjoy his attention only made Kit happier, and more intent on giving her what she seemed to enjoy. Attention focused on the act, as well as the female beneath him, Kit started to try narrowing down exactly what made her howl. With each thrust, the base of Kit's sensitive organ grew, a canine trait that began to make entering the female beneath him all the harder, until eventually he would find himself bumping against her, but not easily able to enter. A growing tide of pleasure was growing in Kit, one that seemed ready to wash away all of his thoughts, and through it all, the male was ignorant of just why his father had warned him about involving himself with one female like he was. He chalked it up to parents not knowing anything at all, that or his father had not wanted competition when they still roamed together. - Terra - 04-10-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 She clung to him, feeling him over her, strong. In-incredible...Kit... Talking was pretty much impossible for the inexperienced female, just holding on as he rode on top of her, hips occasionally rising and falling, trying to catch the rhythm, to help it be more pleasurable. Kit began to move faster after she howled, the strokes coming more steady. Caught in the lust Terra was able to begin moving with him much easier, nuzzling into his neck, just trying to breath and not be completely overwhelmed.
.tricksterra b {font-weight:bold; color:#bc0c00; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px;} .tricksterra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .tricksterra {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2f0000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/yqX4Z.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:305px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#ba893a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .tricksterra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .tricksterra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-11-2012 OOC: last post for tonight, but this thread is awesome~ IC: Kit felt more attached to Fleta, then had to any other female, her moans mingled with whines to drive Kit crazy with lust, and desire for the climax that he could feel building just outside of his reach. What had started as a slow sensual pace, had slowly reached a more hasty pace, especially once his knot prevented him from re-entering after pulling partially out of Fleta. If he had not become so lost in the moment, he would have slowed down a little bit, fearing for Fleta's comfort, but in the heat of everything he started to try pressing himself firmly back inside of Flera to lock their bodies together. Even once their tie was made, Kit would rock his hips back and forth for a few moments, his breath held tightly, and eyes closed. The dam just refused to hold any longer, Kit's breath releasing in a gasp of pleasure, as his buried tip began to spill his seed. His ears picking up his name being called amongst her howls of pleasure, and his hips only began to slow as the most powerful surges of pleasure died down. Breath was heavy as Kit started to reposition himself slightly for the wait that was ahead, his body locked to hers. "Gods... I love... you." came Kit's slightly groggy reply, broken in a few places by his breathing, while his tongue feverishly licked at wherever he could reach. The weight of his own words hit him a few seconds after, and caused Kit to pause in shock. - Terra - 04-11-2012 [html] OOC i do apologize, she had a very strange childhood. she'll figure it out quickly enough Something was changing again, she could feel it bumping into her, unsure of what it was. Terra became aware of it once Kit began pressing like crazy into her. She didn't know what he was doing, but that was certainly uncomfortable. A small gasp slipped out before another wave ran through her, and what he'd done was forgotten. She moved his hands over his body, trying to feel everything, the only thing in her world that was real the male that had brought her to this moment of wonder, everything new to her.
.tricksterra b {font-weight:bold; color:#bc0c00; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px;} .tricksterra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .tricksterra {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2f0000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/yqX4Z.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:305px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#ba893a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .tricksterra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .tricksterra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-11-2012 Kit felt tired from his exertions, but doubted he would be able to sleep for a while, his mind full of emotions, and the afterglow of intimacy with Fleta. Still a little shocked over his outburst, the male was focused inward, trying to gauge if what he had said was true or not. Since their first passionate meeting, Kit had felt a desire for Fleta, but had it changed from a carnal desire to something else? Even with the prize of spilling inside of Fleta already claimed, he still felt a want to remain with her, to go on adventures, and the idea of curling up with the female on cold nights was almost as appealing as more sex. Hearing Fleta return his words pulled Kit's thoughts back to her, but in some ways caused him to be even more unsure how to react. Thoughts of maybe running before he got too lost in her, of listening to the advice his father had always repeated constantly, it was tempting, it would satisfy his fears of what commitment to one female would entail. Fleta raising up to plant a kiss on his cheek was much more effective at chasing those thoughts away, then Kit would have expected. The fear was still somewhere in the back of Kit's mind, but he decided it couldn't hurt to see where things went, and the smile that formed on his maw would have conveyed the happiness that had returned. "Adventures, and keeping each other warm at night... I think we make a good pair." Kit spoke happily, without the teasing that normally came with anything he said. His breath had almost returned to normal, even if the occasional shiver of pleasure raced up his spine when one of them would shift, and remind him of their union. Lifting a hand up to his neck, Kit started to awkwardly remove the necklace that he never went without, and without words moved to try placing it around Fleta's. If she did not stop his intimate gesture, Kit would lower himself to lay with Fleta, his muzzle moving to press against hers, for a longer, passionate kiss. - Terra - 04-11-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 Terra grinned, nodding happily at what he said. No one else has been my partner. I must say, it's quite nice. Able to do so much more with someone else. Not to mention the little pleasures and benefits of it being Kit, such as things like this, and his teasing nature that she loved so much. It gave her so much amusement. His smile was as big as hers, Terra struggling to contain the occasional ripples running through her. So many firsts from him.
.tricksterra b {font-weight:bold; color:#bc0c00; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px;} .tricksterra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .tricksterra {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2f0000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/yqX4Z.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:305px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#ba893a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .tricksterra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .tricksterra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-12-2012 A part of Kit wanted to scream at himself for what he was doing, for falling down such a slippery slope as getting feelings for Fleta. Even more so for giving her the necklace he had got from his mother, an object he cherished more than any other, but had given to Fleta. Kit wasn't even sure why he had given it to her, except maybe as a way to keep her around him, was that why? Everything was so confusing at that point, all Kit really knew was that laying with Fleta had felt amazing, and kissing her was something that brought him happiness. After holding the kiss for a few moments, Kit would pull back to nuzzle lovingly at Fleta's face. "I'm definitely going to find a place near your pack to stay... then you could come see me more often. How would you like that Fleta?" Kit spoke with affection in his voice, while his arms tried to hold their bodies close. Just to see if they were still stuck together, Kit tried gently moving back with his hips, and felt the resistance to leaving her, but it was loose enough that he could probably have pulled out if he really tried. - Terra - 04-12-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 The kiss finally broke off, disappointing for the end, but it was so sweet, still there with her. She could still taste him as she licked her lips softly. He nuzzled against her lovingly, Terra returning it with her own soft nudges along his neck, enjoying the feel of his fur brushing against him, knowing somehow that it wouldn't be the same with someone else. Terra didn't know if only Kit could do this, or if anyone had that ability, but only Kit would make her feel the way she was.
.tricksterra b {font-weight:bold; color:#bc0c00; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px;} .tricksterra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .tricksterra {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2f0000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/yqX4Z.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:305px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#ba893a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .tricksterra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .tricksterra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-12-2012 Kit found himself loving every affectionate moment with Fleta, their kissing, their lovemaking, everything. It was easy to forget that getting so attached to a single female was dangerous, especially to a male like him, but that didn't stop him from holding her against him. Hearing Fleta agree to see him often sent Kit's tail to waving happily behind him, and made the male think of the amazing times that they would share together. Would there be more times like they had just had, would he get to make it a habit of waking up with Fleta beside him? Would he want that forever? All were questions that floated through his otherwise cheerful mind. The feel of Fleta tensing beneath him was reason to pause his testing of their bond, and wondered what she had meant by her words. Assuming she was asking him to stay with her, Kit was reluctant to think very long on the idea of commitment, and simply responded with what came to him "Don't worry Fleta, as long as you wear my necklace, and don't mind waking up with me holding you, I'll stay close.". To add emphasis to his words, Kit snaked his muzzle down to the side of Fleta's neck, and tried to place a gentle, but possessive bite. It was an odd feeling, at least when it was in relation to a female, instead of some object that he coveted. It brought up the obvious question however, of whether Fleta felt the same way. Did she want the things he had just offered, or was she more apt to only visit him occasionally on a whim. Kit almost didn't want to ask, afraid he might find out that it was only him that had become so enthralled by their partnership that had somehow evolved into something more. "Will you stay close to me?" was his reluctant question, a vague string of words that could be taken any variety of way, but that was Kit's unconscious defense. If she rejected him, he could always pretend that he had not meant anything of the sort. - Terra - 04-13-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 Kit's words were nice, if not exactly what she had meant. Terra hadn't thought about living together, just him staying in the vicinity, always there for her to come to. His words had her ears flattening in embarrassment. It seemed she had a very good reason to never remove the necklace now. Not that she was planning on doing so anyways, the first piece of jewelry that she'd received by anything coming close to honest. Receiving it from someone she cared for just made it that much more special.
.tricksterra b {font-weight:bold; color:#bc0c00; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px;} .tricksterra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .tricksterra {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2f0000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/yqX4Z.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:305px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#ba893a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .tricksterra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .tricksterra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-14-2012 Kit felt an almost immediate rush at being allowed to place his possessive bite, sending his tail to wag even more rapidly behind him. Ending the bite a little sooner then he would have if not so excited, Kit was quick to send several soothing licks where his teeth had laid only moments before. The answer that she had given was only icing on the cake, words that turned into music as he interpreted what was said. Taking her words to be an agreement to his own subtle offer, Kit replied softly while resting his head against hers. "Will the necklace, and us howling at the world together work? Or do I need to find something to trade to an artist that can give you a tattoo, that says "Kit's"?". It was a playful enough reply, but there was a hint that Kit was willing to mark Fleta as his, however she wanted. "I hope our games include tricking others, and... this. I'm not sure why this feels so good, but I don't think I'll be tired of it anytime soon." Kit added, with a lusty tone to his voice, even if his body was tired enough that Fleta would have to ask him for more if she wanted it. Blind, that was the best way to describe Kit at that exact moment. He had lost any ability to think straight, or look beyond Fleta. Though those powerful emotions would probably fade at least a little bit when he eventually pulled out of Fleta, and the hormones died down a bit. There was something to be said for the advantage of being the first, even though Kit had lost his cool after Fleta, she still occupied an oddly special spot for a male who had trouble not chasing tails of all varieties. - Terra - 04-14-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 The grip on her was released fairly rapidly, sending shivers through her at the gentle licks, bringing her arms up around his neck, the occasional simper coming out. This was what she liked, as different as it was from what she was used to. His head turned, resting against hers. She buried her head under his chin, tucked up close. His words sent another shiver through Terra, wondering how serious this was. She loved the necklace, loved the idea of howling, if being told that she might get tattooed with his name seemed a little too far, a little too certain. Like there would be no change, that they would stay together. It was a nice thought, but also scary for her.
.tricksterra b {font-weight:bold; color:#bc0c00; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#000 1px 1px 1px;} .tricksterra p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .tricksterra {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2f0000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/yqX4Z.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding:305px 0px 7px 0px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:11px; color:#ba893a; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .tricksterra p b:before { content: open-quote; } .tricksterra p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Inocencio Kit Victor - 04-15-2012 Kit loved the return of his affection, the way it felt so right to have Fleta's head buried beneath his, with both of their bodies resting against one another. He could easily get used to that alone, and was fond of the idea of marking the female as his, but didn't think it would happen when she steered away from that line of thought. A soft growl of delight rumbled through Kit's chest at the next words, ones that the male interpreted as a sign that he would get to lay with Fleta more often, and find out just how loudly the both of them could howl. "I'm glad. I'm pretty sure lovers do this sort of thing often" he softly spoke, his voice full of affection, rather then his usual teasing tone. Pausing to nuzzle a little at the female's head, Kit decided that he wanted to rest from his exertions. Testing their bond once again, Kit was ready to pull out of the female that had put such strong emotions into him. Hips moved back, releasing any excess seed, and Kit moved to lay on his back beside his partner. "We should take a nap, and it would make me very happy to have my beautiful partner in crime keeping me warm, during it." Kit added, his head nodding lightly to his chest, while a hand tried to guide Fleta to lay on him. If she followed his request, Kit planned to wrap his arms around Fleta, and plant a loving kiss upon the female's muzzle, but then start to settle down so he could dream about her. - Terra - 04-15-2012 [html] OOC here. /+000 Lovers? That was a new word. Terra looked curiously at Kit, wondering if that was what they were. It sounded like a form of love. If they loved each other, did that make them lovers? Did she love him? Her head was nuzzled, Terra snuggling down happily at the soft affection. She felt Kit pull, sliding out of her this time without any resistance. It felt right, smooth and relaxing. Terra was awfully tired now, from running on a bad leg to the passion she hadn't expected.
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