[M] i smell a massacre.

Eris Eternity · 10-26-2010, 10:34 PM

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For all his roughness, the sable-shaded coyote loved it. She did not love him; perhaps she was not capable of love. Never knowing any delivered freely and without a cost or caveat, she did not know what it was like to be loved and give it in return. Such a thing hardly concerned her, however; physical pleasures and the dumb lust that had clouded her mind and filtered her thoughts away to a pleasant hum, concentrated on him and the connection between their bodies. Conscious thought had evaporated from her mind, and with the twisting, tingling vibration in her extremeties, her mind only grew quieter, utterly overtaken by the body and the pleasure imparted by the larger sable wolf bearing down over her back.

His hands curled into the thick, chopped-short fur on the back of her head, shoving her to the ground and dirt there. She twisted her head to the side and pressed her ear to the earth, unable to hear the whispers of anything but her body's own demands. They had grown to deafening roar, howling for satisfaction through her body, each movement from somewhere behind her driving the sable-shaded woman closer to that pinnacle. In an instant his claws were in her, too, drawing and dragging down her back and splitting the flesh apart there. Strangely enough, there was no pain in Eris; this was simply the thing that served to shove her, quaking and howling pleasure/pain to the sky, over the edge, shuddering and trembling the whole way. As this feeling faded, she became aware of wetness on her back, and the thick, coppery scent of blood. A dull ache had begun over her spine, and she did not rise to move from the ground as her body involuntarily began to tighten around him again.

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