[m][dnd]I Can Feel Your Fever, Taking Over
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OOC: Mars is so awkward. Tongue +7(788)

this never ending story paid for with pride and fate

The male was not expecting the yelp of surprise when he pushed into her, and it almost made him stop. He was not used to all of this in this state of mind, for he was new, in a way, to all of this. He worked purely on instinct, and instinct told him to continue with himself. He wanted this, and as far as he could tell, she wanted this too. He tried not to be awkward, and for the most part it worked, because his body knew what it wanted to do once he had started to go at it. It seemed mechanical and automatic, all of this, but it did not lack the passion that both of them longed for. No, Mars was not a-romantic, asexual yes, or at least, once upon a time he was asexual. Now, however, it would be appropriate to label him as a heterosexual. He felt her body almost absorb his own as she wrapped her limbs around him, her hands around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and never letting him leave her completely. It wasn't like he'd want to anyways.

She encouraged him still with affectionate rubbing of their faces, and licks littering his neck. Sooner or later a moan would come from the chest of the woman, which only made him penetrate her deeper, and his own chest let out a forceful grunt as the bed started to whine underneath the weight of the two luperci and the constant movement of the two. Mars' pace got slightly faster as he started to come into a rhythm with the woman beneath him, and his breathing started to quicken as well, but he still paid his attentions to the woman, one hand going to the bed to hold himself arched slightly, but the other still running his thick claws through her long, fluffy fur of her hip and rump. He rested his head against her shoulder as he thrusted himself into her and he let his own shudder of pleasure ripple through his body, because at some point the woman had matched him, and it caused for a deeper penetration than the one he was already doing. He had the urge to throw his head back, but the woman kept this from happening because of her claws that grabbed onto his shoulder blades. They dug into him, and if he was to pull away, he's surely get pierced with her thick clawed hands. He didn't want that.

The man wasn't driven to the more animal side of him though, for he was not one who liked biting and scratching unless it was gentle, enough to only itch irritated skin, or soft touches rather than bites that ended in bruises and blood. That...That was Hurricane's forte, and even Bartholomew knew how to get rough, but Mars was a gentle being, and he always would be in bed. He was not into harming the one he loved, even in a sexual encounter. His body racked with the pleasure he hadn't felt before. He knew what his penis was for, but he was not one for masturbation, nor was he one to particularly look for female (or male) company unless he obviously was in a different "state of mind", as in, Mars not being Mars. Orin.... he groaned in between thrusts, a pathetic attempt to get her to not draw her claws into his flesh. He could barely focus himself on his back when there was so much going on further down. He could feel his penis starting to swell within the woman, which was a weird feeling to himself because he hadn't felt it before, not as Mars. This all was new to him, but not to his body. His body knew what was going on, and while his body had endurance, the mind did not.

His fur started to fluff up, becoming excited and making him look slightly fluffier than he really was. He felt another growl ripple through his chest when she growled back at him, and he gave a sharp thrust and he finally pulled up, letting her claws dig into his back. He fought back a whimper, but the angle he got with the thrust caused him to give a mixture between a whimper and a moan, an awkward bellowing type sound coming from his maw. Fuck.. the word came from his mouth, if only because his mind was clouded to not let any other word come from his maw. He continued to rock his hips against hers though, the male trying to get to that physical high that his body was looking for.

Mars speaks Bartholomew Speaks Hurricane Speaks

We all fall short of glory lost in our fate
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