06-03-2009, 02:38 AM
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The man didn't know what he would do without her anymore. So quickly she had become such a large part of his life that the thought of losing her actually frightened him. Nothing had ever frightened him. Not really. Not since he had been changed as a child. But now he feared losing her. He didn't know exactly what Corvus wanted with her or planned to do for he couldn't bring himself to ask her. But if she perished while he still lived he knew it would be devastating. The coyote that had once seemed to be made of stone now had a big, fleshy weakness in his chest that if someone stabbed a knife through he would crumble. He would continue with his mission, but he would not be able to stay in these lands and he would be an even more hollow man than he had been before meeting her. Even if she didn't die but her spirit was broken things could fall apart. He would never leave her, but perhaps she would not want him. That thought made his chest feel tight, but he pushed it away. He wanted to live in the moment again and lose himself with her.
Her soft sounds of pleasure fueled his flames, just as they had last time. Already he felt the heat rushing to his loins. The coyote's skin burned underneath the touch of her fingers, but it was a burn that felt so good. So satisfying. His teeth nibbled at her collarbone, his fingers lightly pinching her nipple. Feeling her tongue on his scar made his shudder. The tug at his ear and the playful growl made him grin as his kisses trailed down her chest. His tongue traced around the curve of her neglected breast. Right now this was all about her, and paying such devoted attention to her brought him great pleasure in turn. He growled softly as he buried his nose in the fur of her chest, breathing her in deeply. Cwmfen was more than someone like him probably deserved, but her love was the greatest gift. A gift he would always be willing to take and return to her tenfold.
The man's well toned body shifted, his kisses trailing down her stomach. When he reached her hips he gave each one a kiss and looked up at her. Those black pools reflected that she was the only woman he would ever lay with, that he would ever love. That she had come to mean the world to him and that he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy. His lips kissed the inner part of her left thigh as his fingers caressed her right. Slowly he moved downwards, his tongue trailing along her banded leg, until he hovered over her most precious area. The heat from her warmed his face and her scent was so strong he was lost in it, yet he could not get enough. With care his mouth moved to meet her and his lips placed a kiss on her femininity.
The man didn't know what he would do without her anymore. So quickly she had become such a large part of his life that the thought of losing her actually frightened him. Nothing had ever frightened him. Not really. Not since he had been changed as a child. But now he feared losing her. He didn't know exactly what Corvus wanted with her or planned to do for he couldn't bring himself to ask her. But if she perished while he still lived he knew it would be devastating. The coyote that had once seemed to be made of stone now had a big, fleshy weakness in his chest that if someone stabbed a knife through he would crumble. He would continue with his mission, but he would not be able to stay in these lands and he would be an even more hollow man than he had been before meeting her. Even if she didn't die but her spirit was broken things could fall apart. He would never leave her, but perhaps she would not want him. That thought made his chest feel tight, but he pushed it away. He wanted to live in the moment again and lose himself with her.
Her soft sounds of pleasure fueled his flames, just as they had last time. Already he felt the heat rushing to his loins. The coyote's skin burned underneath the touch of her fingers, but it was a burn that felt so good. So satisfying. His teeth nibbled at her collarbone, his fingers lightly pinching her nipple. Feeling her tongue on his scar made his shudder. The tug at his ear and the playful growl made him grin as his kisses trailed down her chest. His tongue traced around the curve of her neglected breast. Right now this was all about her, and paying such devoted attention to her brought him great pleasure in turn. He growled softly as he buried his nose in the fur of her chest, breathing her in deeply. Cwmfen was more than someone like him probably deserved, but her love was the greatest gift. A gift he would always be willing to take and return to her tenfold.
The man's well toned body shifted, his kisses trailing down her stomach. When he reached her hips he gave each one a kiss and looked up at her. Those black pools reflected that she was the only woman he would ever lay with, that he would ever love. That she had come to mean the world to him and that he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy. His lips kissed the inner part of her left thigh as his fingers caressed her right. Slowly he moved downwards, his tongue trailing along her banded leg, until he hovered over her most precious area. The heat from her warmed his face and her scent was so strong he was lost in it, yet he could not get enough. With care his mouth moved to meet her and his lips placed a kiss on her femininity.