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Haku’s teeth ran along her neck, and her hands, sensitive to the changes of his body, felt his muscles shift and tense. Cwmfen exhaled slowly, her breath trembling as it left her. Then he was inside her, penetrating into her innocent body with a force that disregarded her. Her body convulsed as his rough body pushed into her, and deep within her mind where lust and pain did not cloud her thoughts, she suspected that the crow wolf had not taken anything from her, that he had merely presented her with an illusion and a warning, that she had now just given up her virginity to this chocolate male, a thing never to be tasted by another again. But such thoughts were instantly drowned out. A cry of pain escaped her as her back arced, bringing her throat easily into his jaws. The soft skin of her neck received a small wound, her warm blood leaking briefly onto his tongue as she fell back to the earth, but there was blood also between her legs. The woad-marked female’s body shuddered with unbearable pain, for the chocolate male had broken that virgin’s innocence, had torn through that impossible tightness. And a moaning whine whispered from her throat as her body struggled to grant him access. But the pain was so thickly becoming a pleasure that her hands, which had clawed his upper arms as he entered, now gripped him firmly.
But as he began to move with the fervent rhythm of his desire, her grip was released. Black claws dug their way through the snow and to the hard, frozen earth as the black female struggled to suppress cries of pain and utter pleasure, her jaws clenched shut. It was obvious to her that he knew what he was doing as he lifted her ankle to his shoulder without breaking rhythm. There was a gasped cry as he pushed deep into her. For the black female, he was rough, but she was not as fragile as he might have believed. Her back curled up to him as his chocolate head went to her chest, and she scarcely caught a glimpse of his desire-clouded eyes before they shut tight against the world. Black fingers came up to his mane, hugging him close, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on her skin as much as feeling him move inside her. Her free leg came up against his side, then wrapping about his waste. Her smaller body began to move against his, wanting him as he withdrew only to thrust into her again. Her body had begun to ignore the pain of her broken purity, and an inexplicable pleasure was known to her.
The waves of climax began, and she found that the whines of her pleasure became increasingly difficult to suppress. As the waves grew in intensity, she gave up on the impossible task, and her uttered moans became cries of pleasure in the snowing night. Woad-banded fingers found his shoulders once more, digging into his fur and finding his hide. Cwmfen was being devoured by Haku’s hungering body. She was not prepared for the explosion of pleasure that throbbed between her legs, but she found that she could utter no sound so breathless was she. As her body struggled to register the passion of the sensation, images flashed within her mind. With this complete joining of the male and female, the ancients granted access to her Dream. Black shapes fluttered breathlessly in her mind, and she struggled to concentrate past the defocus of the ecstasy.
Ravens.
The woad-marked female shuddered as he offered several last thrusts into her, but the images were instantly forgotten, only to be remembered later, perhaps in sleep. Several small whines escaped her throat when she finally caught her breath. She felt an indescribable pain, but she felt a sublime ecstasy too, and she did not want it to end.... Cwmfen trembled beneath the power of his form, and, finding that her eyes had been tightly closed, slowly opened the white orbs. Slowly, she relaxed her body, and the receding waves of climax brought one last gasp to her black lips. The world about them gradually came into focus, and the snow about them was disturbed in evidence of their carnal struggle. Her thoughts were fuzzy, her banded ears pressed against her head as she struggled to focus her concentration, but it was a difficult feat to accomplish. Slowly, she released her grip from his flesh. Her fingers ran through his thick mane once more, and the curious fingers found his face, lifting it to her as she kissed him tentatively. She felt that she knew better now how to kiss a man, and she kissed him slowly and deeply, savoring his taste and drowning in his scent. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She wanted him again, slower this time. The female pushed the male up into a sitting position, pushing him deeper into her through natural forces. Cwmfen wasn’t prepared for the consequences of her own action, and she came up out of that kiss for air, her stomach pressing against him as her legs wrapped around his waste. The warrior kissed him again, hoping that he would take her at least one last time.
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Haku’s teeth ran along her neck, and her hands, sensitive to the changes of his body, felt his muscles shift and tense. Cwmfen exhaled slowly, her breath trembling as it left her. Then he was inside her, penetrating into her innocent body with a force that disregarded her. Her body convulsed as his rough body pushed into her, and deep within her mind where lust and pain did not cloud her thoughts, she suspected that the crow wolf had not taken anything from her, that he had merely presented her with an illusion and a warning, that she had now just given up her virginity to this chocolate male, a thing never to be tasted by another again. But such thoughts were instantly drowned out. A cry of pain escaped her as her back arced, bringing her throat easily into his jaws. The soft skin of her neck received a small wound, her warm blood leaking briefly onto his tongue as she fell back to the earth, but there was blood also between her legs. The woad-marked female’s body shuddered with unbearable pain, for the chocolate male had broken that virgin’s innocence, had torn through that impossible tightness. And a moaning whine whispered from her throat as her body struggled to grant him access. But the pain was so thickly becoming a pleasure that her hands, which had clawed his upper arms as he entered, now gripped him firmly.
But as he began to move with the fervent rhythm of his desire, her grip was released. Black claws dug their way through the snow and to the hard, frozen earth as the black female struggled to suppress cries of pain and utter pleasure, her jaws clenched shut. It was obvious to her that he knew what he was doing as he lifted her ankle to his shoulder without breaking rhythm. There was a gasped cry as he pushed deep into her. For the black female, he was rough, but she was not as fragile as he might have believed. Her back curled up to him as his chocolate head went to her chest, and she scarcely caught a glimpse of his desire-clouded eyes before they shut tight against the world. Black fingers came up to his mane, hugging him close, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on her skin as much as feeling him move inside her. Her free leg came up against his side, then wrapping about his waste. Her smaller body began to move against his, wanting him as he withdrew only to thrust into her again. Her body had begun to ignore the pain of her broken purity, and an inexplicable pleasure was known to her.
The waves of climax began, and she found that the whines of her pleasure became increasingly difficult to suppress. As the waves grew in intensity, she gave up on the impossible task, and her uttered moans became cries of pleasure in the snowing night. Woad-banded fingers found his shoulders once more, digging into his fur and finding his hide. Cwmfen was being devoured by Haku’s hungering body. She was not prepared for the explosion of pleasure that throbbed between her legs, but she found that she could utter no sound so breathless was she. As her body struggled to register the passion of the sensation, images flashed within her mind. With this complete joining of the male and female, the ancients granted access to her Dream. Black shapes fluttered breathlessly in her mind, and she struggled to concentrate past the defocus of the ecstasy.
Ravens.
The woad-marked female shuddered as he offered several last thrusts into her, but the images were instantly forgotten, only to be remembered later, perhaps in sleep. Several small whines escaped her throat when she finally caught her breath. She felt an indescribable pain, but she felt a sublime ecstasy too, and she did not want it to end.... Cwmfen trembled beneath the power of his form, and, finding that her eyes had been tightly closed, slowly opened the white orbs. Slowly, she relaxed her body, and the receding waves of climax brought one last gasp to her black lips. The world about them gradually came into focus, and the snow about them was disturbed in evidence of their carnal struggle. Her thoughts were fuzzy, her banded ears pressed against her head as she struggled to focus her concentration, but it was a difficult feat to accomplish. Slowly, she released her grip from his flesh. Her fingers ran through his thick mane once more, and the curious fingers found his face, lifting it to her as she kissed him tentatively. She felt that she knew better now how to kiss a man, and she kissed him slowly and deeply, savoring his taste and drowning in his scent. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She wanted him again, slower this time. The female pushed the male up into a sitting position, pushing him deeper into her through natural forces. Cwmfen wasn’t prepared for the consequences of her own action, and she came up out of that kiss for air, her stomach pressing against him as her legs wrapped around his waste. The warrior kissed him again, hoping that he would take her at least one last time.