[m][dnd]I Can Feel Your Fever, Taking Over

Orin Takekuro · 06-21-2012, 12:27 AM

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Shawchert... he said the name that brought pain to her heart, and for a moment it froze there, making the moment brittle and nearly shattering it. Yet she was able to put the shock of her former lover's name aside and face reality. Shawchert... she had been so distracted and wrapped up with Shawchert, a man who had been a dear friend but still a mistake, that it had torn a rift between herself and Mars, a man that somewhere deep within herself she always knew she loved. They had been pack mates many times. He had followed her to Cercatori d'Arte and did not leave until after he thought she had abandoned him. If not for Shawchert who knows what would have happened. It wasn't that the red wolf had done anything wrong, but Orin's sights had gone astray. Maybe, if things had been different... she looked down at Mars's strangely deep yet icy blue eyes... maybe this would have happened sooner. There was a twinge, an electric shock to her gut that was both exciting and frightening all at once.

She had barely said the words and he acted upon them, laying rest to the short moment of contemplation Orin found. Good, her mind would not wander from this, she would never forgive herself if she did not fully succumb to this moment. As he shifted himself, and she fell back onto the soft sheets, she forgot all about Shawchert. She might feel guilty about it later – forgetting the man who had disappeared from her life – but for now it was blissful.

A playful whimper came from her when she landed against the mattress, her eyes watching Mars's as he moved over her, but she squeezed them shut as he dipped forward and kissed her, and she returned the affection with all the fervor this moment deserved. She reached up and entwined her fingers in his hair, grabbing tight and pulling him into her before letting go and letting her hands trail to the back of his neck. His hands were wandering now too, down her collar bone, around the curve of her breast, tracing over her waist and hips, playing in her fur and sending little shocks everywhere they touched. Then his fingers tightened as he grabbed her, and she squeaked and then sighed a moan when they bumped together. She bent her knee, her inner thigh rubbing up against the outside of his leg, and her hands moved over the tight musculature of his shoulders, towards his ribs.

But before her hands could trail too far Mars began to move, intentionally sliding down. He rained small kisses punctuated by nips all over her body. Oh, how good those little bites felt! For a moment she was sure she liked them even more than the soft, affectionate kisses. As he moved down her neck, over her collar, down her chest he caught her breast with a little bite and she gasped, “Oohh!” Her eyes flying open and then slowly sliding shut again, her chest moving with deep, passionate breaths. In fact, her whole body was beginning to writhe slowly beneath him.

Her eyes opened, only small slivers as she looked down at him. He was going away, she didn't want him to go away, and she reached out for him and tightened her fingers in the fur at his shoulder blades. “No, come back,” she began to whisper but the hunter's quarry was in sight and there was no stopping him, and if she had known what he was doing she wouldn't even have tried.

His arms wrapped around her hips, hands moving her as he wanted. Her eyes rolled back and stared up at the ceiling, fingertips of one hand barely brushing his shoulders, the other touching his hair, and then his head dipped between her legs and he found that spot.

“Mmm!” she moaned, her breath coming quickly as she was surprised by the rush that surged through her from such a simple action. Her hands jerked away from him but even as they did her body quavered beneath him, but instead of moving to get away her hips rolled into him. He moved again and this time her moans were softer, smoother, as she became familiar with the feeling and let herself relax into it. Everything felt like velvet, her body liquid and warm to her core... but it all centered around the sensation between her legs... and it was becoming even warmer and wetter down there with each moment, and it wasn't just from Mars's tongue.

This would have been paradise any other time, but thanks to her heat everything was heightened tenfold and the tease of it all was some kind of excruciating heaven. A handful of fabric was gathered in one of her fists.

“Mmm... Mars... no...” oh there was no mistaking it, that 'no' meant yes. She tried to sit up so she could reach him, grab his arms and bring him back up to her but when she moved it pulled her away from him and she didn't like the idea of that either, so she let herself fall back onto the bed again without much effort. Greedily, she let him stay there for a long moment as she wriggled and breathed until finally she was sure this would not be enough any longer. 'Want' was no longer in her vocabulary.

“I need you...” she managed the breathy words. The world was becoming light around her, and she was happy she was laying back on the bed because the moment would make her too dizzy to sit up anyway. In that moment, in the height of her passion and driven by the heat, she knew she needed the man... the man and more; the feral spirit of the wolf within. She appealed to his deepest nature now. She chanted the words as her hands clasped his shoulders as best they could. “Take me. Claim me. Make me yours. I want to be yours.”

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