[M] Come to me

Anatole Aston · 01-21-2012, 02:27 PM

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(331) Slight PP, as approved. You are equally free to PP; I would ask if she wounds him to make them light, I did not mention anything major in his next few threads. Smile

Her thin fingers brushed against his broad chest, drawing forth another deep, rumbling growl. While he might have shown compassion to another woman, this one had been instant, demanding. She did not want to be shown mercy or love or tenderness. Black hair spilled past his shoulders, something he did not bother with. Anatole was ready for her even as she dug her fingers into the thick fur of his chest, his body responding in a way his mind could not. One thing drove him, and one thing dominated any idea of thought or reason.

Anatole thrust into her roughly, parting her with little grace. He felt her around him, hot, warm, and his mind went blank. He held onto her collar-bone, allowing her to breath, but refusing to give her quarter. Nails dug into the earth below, each thrust shoving him further, deeper, harder. His hands wretched onto her wrists, but his claws were sheathed. While rough, he was not unduly cruel. A black tail flagged high behind him, hair all on end. Repetitive, deep-throated growls vibrated through his body with each motion. This was mindless, but not without pleasure. Truly, he was elated and even now rushing towards the high point of pleasure. Living as a loner had taught him that drawing out such a process was not wise; he had been chased off by other packs for such a thing, often as soon as his body released from the girl in question.

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