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- Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-28-2012 [html]
[html] Angry sex time? Bahaha.
He had spent the night curled up in the communal den, a guest of his mother. In fact he and Myrddin had spent the evening curled up against the snowy matriarch, a small part of the family he had in New Dawn. It was dawn now, or close to it, and he found himself restless, still seething from the raw emotions of the day before, and the hurt feelings of the fight with his mate. Former mate. "Fuck," he muttered to himself as he left the communal den, heading away from the cloying scent of new Dawn. He already missed his pack, his house. He needed to get back and check on Keldava and Honrin, peek in on Skye and Eclipse. He shouldn't have left them, even to get his questions answered. He found a secluded area -or so he thought- and proceeded to shift to his optime form, needing the familiarity of the form he was most comfortable in. He had left his jeans wherever he'd been fighting with Sky yesterday, but it didn't matter to him. He was just ready to go home. He swallowed, smothering the hurt of having hoped he could have taken Sky and the other pups home with him. .emptybed b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000;} .emptybed p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .emptybed {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/f2e80.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4f4564; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 215px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#312840; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 000 - Sky Rhiannon - 08-28-2012 [html] [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-28-2012 [html] OOC STUFFS HERE!
He turned as he heard her voice, feeling cold and empty. She spoke about his pants, and he nodded. "Thank you." His voice was distant, empty, the words of gratitude at odds with the tone of voice, the careful neutrality in his tone and his eyes. She asked if they would be leaving, and his mind turned to the memory of seeing his pups and his mother all together in one area. His voice held bitterness now. "Yeah. We'll be out of your hair soon." He started to turn away again, then turned fully to face her, an unexpected anger gnawing at his guts again. "We aren't done talking about yesterday, Sky. This time you shift to my level. Now." His eyes met hers. His mismatched eyes burned with hurt and anger. And yet under it, unacknowledged and buried deeply, was the deep affection he had for the woman, the need, the longing. His body knew what the heart refused to admit, his heart beginning to race, hoping she obeyed, hoping too that she ignored him, that she walked away. Running through his mind was every memory they'd ever made together. Even little ones as simple as sitting on the couch, reading together or cuddling in bed. More erotic scenes played too, the fragrant taste of her suddenly strong in his mind. His sudden hunger for the woman made him want to walk away, made him rage at whatever notion had come over her, whatever idea had made her decide he hadn't been good enough to help her. "I could have helped you look for a cure for her. You didn't even trust me enough to let me help. I'm not sure you ever trusted me after Liam betrayed us." His voice was full of anger, full of hurt. He wanted answers from her, and he wanted her to hurt. "I'm sure you would have trusted Shawchert." The name was bitter, and he spat it out with a snarl. .emptybed b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000;} .emptybed p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .emptybed {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/f2e80.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4f4564; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 215px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#312840; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 000 - Sky Rhiannon - 08-28-2012 [html] [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-29-2012 [html] -Squees- He'll take the thread to where we want it in my next post. LOL PS: Last paragraph gets weird for Tal. I don't think he's thinking straight. LOL
"You are damn right I would have followed you if you would have just fucking trusted me!" The pained admission was pulled from his lips in a hurt snarl as he stepped towards her, his hands fisted at his sides. "Before you walked away from us, I would have done anything for you. I would have left D'arte for you, to be with you because I needed you in my life. You and our family kept me sane after all that happened. And she wouldn't have banished you if you hadn't been so stupid at the borders. If you had given her the proper respect, like you give your leaders here, you could have come home to us. FUCK!" There was that word again, the curse word he rarely let slip past his lips. It was a vulgar word, in his opinion, and it took an extreme amount of stress and anger for him to use it. And yet again today it was flying from his lips like a bird flew in the sky. He stepped forward again, his hands grasping for her shoulders. If found they would be clutched tightly, his burning eyes focused on hers. "You have been gone too long. Come home. Apologize to her, tell her you were wrong, tell her you learned her lesson. I'll vouch for you if I have to. I'll take a fucking demotion for you if I have to. I want you all home where you belong." He didn't know what he would do if she refused. Part of him wanted to... to take her over his knee and spank her until she submitted. He wanted to wrestle her down and kiss her, to hold her and steal her breath away like he used to, to make love to her until she saw the light of day. He wanted to drag her home by her hair, like the human stories about cavemen. If it took him being dominant with her to make her see reason, he would do it. He'd do anything to have her. Err, to have her come home, that was. .emptybed b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000;} .emptybed p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .emptybed {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/f2e80.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4f4564; outline:1px solid #000000; padding: 215px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#312840; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> wc: 000 - Sky Rhiannon - 08-29-2012 [html] [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-29-2012 Her claws buried in the meat of his arms, his grip tightened on her shoulders. Someone drew blood. He shook her, furious. "I can scream louder than any demon. Damnit, woman, you are mine!" Again, the shake of her, trying to shake some sense into her. She had been his, and he had been hers. It seemed less and less likely that it would work. At her suggestion, he stared at her in horror, as if she had suggested that he eat one of his children alive. New Dawn was nice, but it wasn't for him. "Oh yes, Sky, Myrddin and I will fit right in, making paper and soap to trade. Wearing our clothing, reading our books, sitting on our comfortable couches and listening to the rain on the roof overhead. WE don't belong here! And neither do you. You belong WITH ME!" Spoken like a true chauvinist, Tal. He couldn't help himself. Something baser came out in him, that little shadow hiding in the corner of his soul. In his fury, he wanted her submitting to him, obeying him as he felt she needed to. He was tired of being separated from his mate and children. The claws in her shoulder dragged her to him, one hand lifting for a moment to fist in her hair, pulling her face to him for a kiss. It couldn't be a tender kiss, a seductive kiss. Not with the primal fury running through him. It was a hard and demanding kiss that insisted she submit to his anger fueled lust or vie for dominance. It was a kiss that would brand them both, scorching and burning the other into their brains. It was a kiss that wouldn't allow for tenderness, only raw power. It was a kiss that set his blood on fire, the flames licking through his body, sending his staff into nearly instant hardness. It was a kiss that demanded passion in return, or allowing ones self to be consumed in the moment. ((I just want to know where the heck his sudden dominant streak comes from?! Its a little hot. LOL)) - Sky Rhiannon - 08-29-2012 [html] [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-29-2012 XDD The growls, the snarls, the scent of blood. Anyone passing nearby would think it was a fight happening, and in a way it was. His hand was still fisted in her hair as she traced down his body, her claws pulling bits of fur. His body trembled, his hackles raised. His nostrils flared as he could smell her sweet honey calling to him, her body responding to his. If she wanted to be more feral, he could show her more feral. Her snarls were dark, acidic. His were unfettered, full of primal emotions that couldn't be tempered by his artistic nature. Later, he might come to regret this moment, might come to see it as something that it wasn't. Right now, the hand that was fisted in her hair at the nape of her neck was pulling, demanding she go to the ground, even as his weight was bearing on her. He would push her down into the ground, he would cover her with his scent in the only way he knew to, he would drive his scent so deep into her body it wouldn't come out. He wanted to drive his turgid staff into her wet heat until she screamed from it, he wanted to drive himself so deeply into her that they were one again, that they were inseparable by time or distance, that they were one again. He wanted most of all for her to admit that he was right, that she belonged to him forever. And in return, he would give her the same respect. He would belong to her forever. - Sky Rhiannon - 08-29-2012 [html] [/html] - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-30-2012 She was speaking, and he didn't know the words, but the feel of her teeth was as clear a statement as it needed to be. Calm and rational Tal would have submitted; the Tal the male was now reared up, his eyes glittering. The head of his shaft was poised against her opening, her upward thrusts were met by him pulling back enough to keep from being pulled inside the sweet heat he craved. The cuts she left stung in the morning air. He stared down at her, his eyes hard and unblinking. His voice was firm, his teeth gritted. "No. Mine." He would give her what they both needed when she submitted to him. Even if her submission was only topical, an averted gaze, a pleading whimper, he wouldn't bury his throbbing hungry staff in her womanly heat until she gave him what he needed first. This strange compulsion wouldn't let him be equals, wouldn't let her dominate. He needed to be the stronger one, needed to be the alpha male of the moment. A rumbling growl as his weight was entirely on top of her now, his arms wrapping around her. He wouldn't give up his position on top, nor would he give them both what they needed until she relented her control. Her litany was a string of unintelligible words; his was a succession of growls and snarls mixed in with two words, he name and the possessive "mine" he couldn't keep himself from verbally branding her with. Yes, later he would compare himself to the dark spawn who had sired him, wondering if he was tainted by his father's blood afterall, wondering when she would come to emasculate him for forcing her. Even if he were told she didn't feel particularly pressed into this act, he would still feel as though he had forced her. |