12-28-2011, 05:50 PM
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Slowly he came from the world of his dreams to join her here, upon the bed in their peaceful house. She felt the coydog tense up as he became away of her touch on his neck. She could almost feel the fear too, that ran through him so strongly and mumbled against his fur, a feminine voice so that there would be no doubt who she was, certainly not his brother, the rapist. A happy sigh as a black tipped ivory muzzle continued to winds it's way through his fur. The usually cold wet of her nose turned warm by the heat of his thin furred body. Raised scars that traveled his length and width were felt by the tips of her fingers as she shifted around, she could see that he still held his eyes shut thought despite the pleasured humming coming from his throat.
The one place not touched by welts and bite marks was the place she had kissed, the back of his neck. Almost unconsciously, apart from the one iota of attention given to it, she ignored that part of him in favor of the skin that was marked and damaged beyond natural repair. The wounds of the war he had fought against Giuseppe. Her own scars of suffering and abuse were fast disappearing under the new star white fur that grew, covering her shame and cowardice. Like him she too had a place of no scarring that was untouched, her face was unchanged by ragged ravines, to be kept beautiful for her own demon's satisfaction and attention. Perhaps in a way she was lucky her fevered removal of her own fur had gone no lower than it had done, the dirty disgusting words that were gouged into her thighs would only embarrass her further if revealed. 'Whore', 'slut', and the worst of all, 'Gabriel's'.
Soft blues grinned back at him through their vibrancy and a pale audit twitched gently several, the only physical sign of her mental problems and always swinging back to focus on him before resuming its involuntary dance and finally stopping all together. Hands pressed forwards out to her, like in her dream and touched her in places that were mostly innocent. She egged him on with noises from her throat, not trusting herself to speak. A growling grumbling whine, although not of complaint, far from complaint. A sound produced by females to attract their oppositely sexed beaus, one she had never made for another soul, not even Lucifer who was once upon a time held so near and dear to her heart.
She saw vividly as such her condition allowed her to, colors were more alive than ever. Swirling and dancing about in front of her very eyes. Her response to his shifting and movements was the louder production of her enticing noise and movement of her own, returning to her back and the revealing of her throat to his dominance. A more open and calm, trusting gesture he would never receive, not even if he were to stay with her a thousand years or more. This was everything she could give forth, she had swung to her submission of her own act and choosing, not forced to roll belly up by some fiend.
Slowly he came from the world of his dreams to join her here, upon the bed in their peaceful house. She felt the coydog tense up as he became away of her touch on his neck. She could almost feel the fear too, that ran through him so strongly and mumbled against his fur, a feminine voice so that there would be no doubt who she was, certainly not his brother, the rapist. A happy sigh as a black tipped ivory muzzle continued to winds it's way through his fur. The usually cold wet of her nose turned warm by the heat of his thin furred body. Raised scars that traveled his length and width were felt by the tips of her fingers as she shifted around, she could see that he still held his eyes shut thought despite the pleasured humming coming from his throat.
The one place not touched by welts and bite marks was the place she had kissed, the back of his neck. Almost unconsciously, apart from the one iota of attention given to it, she ignored that part of him in favor of the skin that was marked and damaged beyond natural repair. The wounds of the war he had fought against Giuseppe. Her own scars of suffering and abuse were fast disappearing under the new star white fur that grew, covering her shame and cowardice. Like him she too had a place of no scarring that was untouched, her face was unchanged by ragged ravines, to be kept beautiful for her own demon's satisfaction and attention. Perhaps in a way she was lucky her fevered removal of her own fur had gone no lower than it had done, the dirty disgusting words that were gouged into her thighs would only embarrass her further if revealed. 'Whore', 'slut', and the worst of all, 'Gabriel's'.
Soft blues grinned back at him through their vibrancy and a pale audit twitched gently several, the only physical sign of her mental problems and always swinging back to focus on him before resuming its involuntary dance and finally stopping all together. Hands pressed forwards out to her, like in her dream and touched her in places that were mostly innocent. She egged him on with noises from her throat, not trusting herself to speak. A growling grumbling whine, although not of complaint, far from complaint. A sound produced by females to attract their oppositely sexed beaus, one she had never made for another soul, not even Lucifer who was once upon a time held so near and dear to her heart.
She saw vividly as such her condition allowed her to, colors were more alive than ever. Swirling and dancing about in front of her very eyes. Her response to his shifting and movements was the louder production of her enticing noise and movement of her own, returning to her back and the revealing of her throat to his dominance. A more open and calm, trusting gesture he would never receive, not even if he were to stay with her a thousand years or more. This was everything she could give forth, she had swung to her submission of her own act and choosing, not forced to roll belly up by some fiend.