12-31-2008, 06:23 PM
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Fading to black, ^=^ (Eh, crappy OnO)
500+
Cwmfen learned that night that lust was a powerful thing. Because she had never experienced it before, she had never known. But she felt now the full force of its call, and she was powerless to resist it. She wondered suddenly why she had asked Haku to take her once more. Even as she desired him, she realized how weak she had become. Indeed her body was accustom to bellicose hardships, but this act of making love was something entirely different. She was afraid that that her virgin’s body would not be able to withstand the force of his body moving against hers, but it was that same power that attracted her to him, that made her ask again. But as she had moved against him and felt him harden within her, her body trembled with unspeakable delight, blowing away all weariness if only for that moment.
He held her briefly before he took her. With his arms around her, she felt a safety from the troubles of her mind, but she wondered if there was even such a darkness there anymore. “Haku,” she breathed quietly as he gripped her hips. She felt so small and powerless against him, but rather than recoil from it as she would have elsewhere, she reveled it in. For once, she did not want to have to be strong enough. As he moved her, her body responded with equal enthusiasm. He was gentle this time, slow—almost unbearably. He kept his eyes on hers, and she returned his gaze, blushing slightly beneath it. He seemed to respond to every cue her body unintentionally gave to him. As her body pulsed with that ultimate moment of pleasure, she buried her face into his shoulder, pushing her maw into his mane. There, she tried once more—with a little more success—to bite back her cries. She was lost in him, in his darkness....
Tired and in pain, she let oblivion blanket them. She dreamt of ravens, fluttering their dark wings in her mind, brushing her body with their tips. Her skin flinched as they traced paths along her, as if they were Haku’s hands that touched her. The voices of the ancients whispered in her ear, whispers that hissed from the black beak of a large black raven and confirmed her suspicions. She didn’t know whether she was pleased or horrified that she had given her only precious thing to the chocolate male this night believing that she had had nothing to give. The beak clicked mockingly and her mind registered this creature as her Dream. She remembered the sound of those wings and the flashes of those forms as Haku gave her her first orgasm, a thing that was the ultimate union of opposites. Only with this union, the voices had claimed, could she find her Dream, and he had been the one who provided her with that experience. In the end, she decided that there was no other male that would have performed as needed. He had given her so much that night that she wished that there were some way to repay him.
Impossible, the voices hissed as they recoiled back into the darkness, leaving her to drift alone into the limbo of slumber. As she struggled, falling back into the darkness, she realized that she had forced betrayal upon the male, and that she too had betrayed him and his mate.... But the black female could not help but smile.
At least for this one night, she had been his.
Fading to black, ^=^ (Eh, crappy OnO)
500+
Cwmfen learned that night that lust was a powerful thing. Because she had never experienced it before, she had never known. But she felt now the full force of its call, and she was powerless to resist it. She wondered suddenly why she had asked Haku to take her once more. Even as she desired him, she realized how weak she had become. Indeed her body was accustom to bellicose hardships, but this act of making love was something entirely different. She was afraid that that her virgin’s body would not be able to withstand the force of his body moving against hers, but it was that same power that attracted her to him, that made her ask again. But as she had moved against him and felt him harden within her, her body trembled with unspeakable delight, blowing away all weariness if only for that moment.
He held her briefly before he took her. With his arms around her, she felt a safety from the troubles of her mind, but she wondered if there was even such a darkness there anymore. “Haku,” she breathed quietly as he gripped her hips. She felt so small and powerless against him, but rather than recoil from it as she would have elsewhere, she reveled it in. For once, she did not want to have to be strong enough. As he moved her, her body responded with equal enthusiasm. He was gentle this time, slow—almost unbearably. He kept his eyes on hers, and she returned his gaze, blushing slightly beneath it. He seemed to respond to every cue her body unintentionally gave to him. As her body pulsed with that ultimate moment of pleasure, she buried her face into his shoulder, pushing her maw into his mane. There, she tried once more—with a little more success—to bite back her cries. She was lost in him, in his darkness....
Tired and in pain, she let oblivion blanket them. She dreamt of ravens, fluttering their dark wings in her mind, brushing her body with their tips. Her skin flinched as they traced paths along her, as if they were Haku’s hands that touched her. The voices of the ancients whispered in her ear, whispers that hissed from the black beak of a large black raven and confirmed her suspicions. She didn’t know whether she was pleased or horrified that she had given her only precious thing to the chocolate male this night believing that she had had nothing to give. The beak clicked mockingly and her mind registered this creature as her Dream. She remembered the sound of those wings and the flashes of those forms as Haku gave her her first orgasm, a thing that was the ultimate union of opposites. Only with this union, the voices had claimed, could she find her Dream, and he had been the one who provided her with that experience. In the end, she decided that there was no other male that would have performed as needed. He had given her so much that night that she wished that there were some way to repay him.
Impossible, the voices hissed as they recoiled back into the darkness, leaving her to drift alone into the limbo of slumber. As she struggled, falling back into the darkness, she realized that she had forced betrayal upon the male, and that she too had betrayed him and his mate.... But the black female could not help but smile.
At least for this one night, she had been his.