04-11-2009, 08:36 PM
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Blood Red. That was the colour he had painted his walls with Garnet those few months ago. Sitting on his bed he leaned against one side and stared at the wall across from him. He had been having dreams about the white man he had slept with just under a week ago. His body ached for more of his touch but his mind refused to have any part in the sexual experience until he was asleep. Half of him wanted to run around the lands in search of this stranger that had willingly pleasured him and done the job so well that his body had ached for a week now. However, the other half wondered what the guys of the pack would think, if they wouldn't want to hunt and talk about girls anymore with him. He loved girls, that was for sure, but he seemed to have this bloody addiction to Mahlouk., Maybe if he had sex with him once more it would go away.
Sighing he started down the stairs and out the door. He was sick of the red walls. Wandering into the forest his mind wandered once more. Why did this male have such an effect on him? If they did have sex again would the urges go away for good? He felt his body grow warm as he let himself think of the pleasure once more. He was walking around slowly, kicking stones in his path. Ears perked tall and his body stood at attention, it was that smell. The sweet smell of Mahlouk. Starting to run the Knight followed the smell until he ran and fell into the very white male he was looking for. Now on top of the stranger he looked under him in shock, pushing his body of off the other males four legged form. It was obviously the male he was looking for: same white fur, clear blue eyes, and mysterious scars. “Hey Sugar.” He whispered the nickname that had haunted his dreams. His body wanted the wolf under him, he could hardly breathe the scent without his heart skipping a beat.“Come for seconds?"
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Blood Red. That was the colour he had painted his walls with Garnet those few months ago. Sitting on his bed he leaned against one side and stared at the wall across from him. He had been having dreams about the white man he had slept with just under a week ago. His body ached for more of his touch but his mind refused to have any part in the sexual experience until he was asleep. Half of him wanted to run around the lands in search of this stranger that had willingly pleasured him and done the job so well that his body had ached for a week now. However, the other half wondered what the guys of the pack would think, if they wouldn't want to hunt and talk about girls anymore with him. He loved girls, that was for sure, but he seemed to have this bloody addiction to Mahlouk., Maybe if he had sex with him once more it would go away.
Sighing he started down the stairs and out the door. He was sick of the red walls. Wandering into the forest his mind wandered once more. Why did this male have such an effect on him? If they did have sex again would the urges go away for good? He felt his body grow warm as he let himself think of the pleasure once more. He was walking around slowly, kicking stones in his path. Ears perked tall and his body stood at attention, it was that smell. The sweet smell of Mahlouk. Starting to run the Knight followed the smell until he ran and fell into the very white male he was looking for. Now on top of the stranger he looked under him in shock, pushing his body of off the other males four legged form. It was obviously the male he was looking for: same white fur, clear blue eyes, and mysterious scars. “Hey Sugar.” He whispered the nickname that had haunted his dreams. His body wanted the wolf under him, he could hardly breathe the scent without his heart skipping a beat.“Come for seconds?"