04-20-2010, 05:15 PM
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It probably wasn't any surprise that Rikka had issues with committed relationships; she didn't have any stable relationship to base any kind of hope or goal on. Her mother and father hadn't stayed together, both moving on to have litters with different people. Her brother had had a mate, but she had never been around to see him with Faolin, and now he too was alone, the relationship having fallen apart. When she had been younger she had thought to be with one person, she had loved Tedros, but he had betrayed her, and with another man no less. The pain of that was only a dull ache in her chest now, but she had realized after that that such a life was not meant for her. Perhaps not meant for any Lykoi or de le Poer. Sometimes that thought made her sad, but she had come to accept that it was simply the way things were for her. She had her lovers, but their lives stayed separate and usually eventually drifted apart altogether. Rikka was happy though, and figured it was better that way.
Rikka was lost in the motions, lost in the extreme pleasure. Her mind had shut off and now she was simply a creature of urges and desires, and those desires were being fulfilled to their height. Her hands had moved to grasp tightly on his shoulders, feeling she might lose all sense of the world if she didn't keep herself anchored to his strong form. Only faintly she felt his motions stop and heard his own noise of release. Readily she accepted his seed, not fearing the possible consequences of their union. In fact if he could give her children she would welcome them readily. Even if she didn't want pups, she wouldn't have had the state of mind to remove herself from him. Such a though wouldn't have crossed her mind for a split second.
Her own clouded head began to clear and eyes shining with afterglow beamed down at him, a very contented grin on her lips. Rikka didn't remove herself yet, and she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his chest. A sort of purr rumbled in her throat as her hands ran over his arms, still exulting in the feel of him beneath her. This was, without a doubt, the best afternoon she had had in quite a long time.
It probably wasn't any surprise that Rikka had issues with committed relationships; she didn't have any stable relationship to base any kind of hope or goal on. Her mother and father hadn't stayed together, both moving on to have litters with different people. Her brother had had a mate, but she had never been around to see him with Faolin, and now he too was alone, the relationship having fallen apart. When she had been younger she had thought to be with one person, she had loved Tedros, but he had betrayed her, and with another man no less. The pain of that was only a dull ache in her chest now, but she had realized after that that such a life was not meant for her. Perhaps not meant for any Lykoi or de le Poer. Sometimes that thought made her sad, but she had come to accept that it was simply the way things were for her. She had her lovers, but their lives stayed separate and usually eventually drifted apart altogether. Rikka was happy though, and figured it was better that way.
Rikka was lost in the motions, lost in the extreme pleasure. Her mind had shut off and now she was simply a creature of urges and desires, and those desires were being fulfilled to their height. Her hands had moved to grasp tightly on his shoulders, feeling she might lose all sense of the world if she didn't keep herself anchored to his strong form. Only faintly she felt his motions stop and heard his own noise of release. Readily she accepted his seed, not fearing the possible consequences of their union. In fact if he could give her children she would welcome them readily. Even if she didn't want pups, she wouldn't have had the state of mind to remove herself from him. Such a though wouldn't have crossed her mind for a split second.
Her own clouded head began to clear and eyes shining with afterglow beamed down at him, a very contented grin on her lips. Rikka didn't remove herself yet, and she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his chest. A sort of purr rumbled in her throat as her hands ran over his arms, still exulting in the feel of him beneath her. This was, without a doubt, the best afternoon she had had in quite a long time.