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Eris Eternity · 05-08-2010, 08:35 AM

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There should have been fear in Eris, fear of the death that stood before her, breathing steadily still. There was no hint of excitement in him, not since the pale-furred canine had died at his hand. Indeed, if it had been any other canine, there would have been fear and fight both in her, but the sable-furred canine was content to remain motionless and await her fate now, ready to accept whatever punishment the chocolate-hued man dealt to her, be it fatal or horrible. Her face was strangely blank, but desire burned in her eyes for him, flaring up in the brilliant chartreuse-gold of her widened irises.

Her hands were flung to the side, the heart flying somewhere away from them, but the shadow-furred wolf's gaze did not follow it. Her eyes remained on him even as his hand pulled her to where he stood, his far larger body inching closer to hers. His hand took her face and rested beneath her chin, the red from her nose running down and into his palm, pooling after a moment and dripping down his wrist. She saw none of his, for her eyes remained on his, absolutely focused on the shadows whirling somewhere behind those eyes, pulling the levers and pressing the buttons of this emptied mind. The shell of a body was only a medium for the darkness within.

More than anything, Eris wanted to taste that darkness, she wanted to burn with it, their smoke billowing over the world, turning everything black and charred behind it. Bodies would turn to bone, trees to charred stumps; the whole world would turn to ash where they went.

Haku Soul · 05-08-2010, 09:10 AM

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There was a hint of Inferni dancing upon her fur, and a part of the dark soul drew intoxicating amounts of excitement from this. He thought of Kaena; thought of this dark hued flower before him. She lacked the lines forced into flesh in this one, but beauty did attach to age and scars alone. Kaena had rejected him – still did despite knowing what he was and what he wanted. This woman was different and the one-eyed woman’s blood pulsed thickly within this one. His fingers tensed – froze against her soft face as he considered digging those yellowing fangs into his own hand. There was no smooth transition within the chocolate furred creature. He was impulse and control; both at once and living with the endless conflict it created within him. While he adored fear, it was pleasant to gaze down into a face lacking just that. His face had been peaceful these last moments; but sharp edges peered out as lips parted ever so slightly. Could she guess his thoughts? If so, could she remain her calm until the very end?

His own stillness seemed to have captivated him for a moment, but he flung the possibility aside and pressed his muzzle against her crimson one; wishing the world red. The wall of darkness crept in, but closed eyes could not perceive this. Ears flickered forwards and he listened to her live heart thudding quietly in her chest; revealing her mortal status. There surely had to be something more behind all that flesh of hers. The electric current danced through him; forced him closer. Stained muzzle brushed past her dark cheek and settled in the thick fur by her neck. Fangs shallowly groomed the area there; aching to pierce the skin and drawing more of that deliciously fragranced fluid. It was insane to think that he had offered such a large quantity of his privileged blood to Lillith when they all existed to offer themselves to him. This nameless woman understood this; invited him in with her adoring gaze and humility.

Eris Eternity · 05-08-2010, 09:42 AM

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Whatever lurked in the sable-shaded canine was far younger and far more immature than the ancient thing lurking in Haku. Eris did not know her father and the history there, the demon that had plagued him, but maybe a little piece of that devil had broken off and made its way down and through Salvaged, maybe it had spent two months in Kaena's womb, festering and rotting inside of her, growing stronger all the while. She had taken to the Atotoztli so easily, perhaps because they had offered her a chance at greatness and power, but she had taken easily to their rituals, she had discovered her affinity for tezcatlipoca; she had become a Tetzcatli with ease, and quickly. Maybe there was something in the blood she'd inherited, too—but she had not been able to see that, nor had she been able to discern through factual evidence anything of her past.

She did not regret Eterne, but maybe if she had remained here, maybe if she hadn't listened to Astaroth, she would know something of her father, her mother, even. Maybe she would know something of her heritage and history, but she was blind, pathetic, and terribly young. This was the closest she had come to the purest of evils, but maybe there was something in her yet for the way she looked at him. His nose pressed against hers, and the sable-furred hybrid shivered as his touch, electric coursing over her body from the point where they touched. His nose brushed her cheek, and automatically her head tilted to the side, the curve of her neck exposed to the sallow teeth of the elder canine. Her throat was his; it belonged to him as plain as the pale-furred canine's had, though certainly there was no literal shared blood here. Maybe whatever lurked inside each of them were siblings, spawned from the same cesspit—but certainly, the chocolate-furred one was the elder by several centuries at the least.

Eris remained still, hardly daring to even twitch against him, though the distinctive feeling of warmed breath on her neck made her want to press herself against him and touch him, devouring him whole—but she was dominated here, clearly, and her will was less important than his. Though hopelessly arrogant at times, Eris was not so foolish as to believe herself superior to this gorgeous creature of shadow.

Haku Soul · 05-08-2010, 11:43 AM

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She remained passive, and the beast was not clear on what he thought about that. Sometimes they trashed and screamed. Sometimes they clung to him and whispered soft words about things he would never be. Once upon a time he had been a man not too different from most, but time had blasted away whatever had made him one of them. Today he was one of a kind and knew they all believed him to be a monster. They were right—so very right when their angry voices rose and called him those cursed names. Hatred made him strong – hatred was the very essence of his being. He had enjoyed Kaena immensely because she had provided him with everything he could ever desire—except for her soul. He had let her keep it for a prolonged time as a sign of his kindness, but Kaena refused to watch the truth in the eye. It was just a matter of time before the scarred woman’s body would turn cold like the still body under the two wolves now. Inhaling the thick scent of the younger Lykoi, dark eyelids continued to shut the world out, pondering about the options. The woman had failed and even dared to offer him an empty heart. It was blasphemy – but she did not understand. He knew worth when he saw it and was torn between the obvious choices.

Hands; one still cream in colour; one stained red slid along the soft fur on her side and around her lower back. Slowly, he lifted the woman a few inches up from the ground and bended lightly, returning her to the ground where she moments earlier had been thrown by those same hands now placing her softly down on blood stained grass. He loomed over her, tilting his head and knew that he wanted to know more about this woman. Insanity was sweet and could take him away on black, stained wings where only blood and death mattered, but the creature was of the more intelligent kind and did not completely the world around it. Religion and the names of evils. He had heard names of his older brothers in the past; searched through the lore to find their paths through history and their current location. Could it be that he was the last of the pure to walk this earth? He did not wish it to be so – it was still too rich to be abandoned by the princes of the dark. The blue eyed demon loomed over the dark female, smearing her own, dark blood across her muzzle.

Such a pity the black absorbed the lovely red colour. He leaned in then, letting his tongue wash across her blood stained muzzle tenderly, tasting her.

Eris Eternity · 05-08-2010, 12:32 PM

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His hands were on her side and her back now, and he picked her up carefully, so different from the strikes he had delivered before. The flow of blood had mostly ceased from her nose, but the end of her muzzle was already slicked red. A dull, thudding ache had begun in her stomach where he struck her previously, and the sable hybrid knew it would bruise. She was leaned back to the ground and the body slowly, her back propped against the remnants that had been alive and breathing what might have been minutes earlier. Eris's sense of time was completely disoriented from the sight; it might have been hours or minutes that the dead thing had lain there on the earth and she had looked hell in the face.

The chocolate-furred man leaned over her, and her green-yellow eyes followed his movements, fascinated and transfixed by him still. She drew in a breath sharply as he licked her muzzle, her mouth parting just slightly, her own tongue daring to reach for his. He could have her blood, he could have her body—she would have had it no other way. She wanted him, she wanted it, with him looming over her, their bodies close enough to press together but only just barely touching. There was an insistent and feverish desire burning in her now, so much so that her hand lifted from its limp position against the ground, drawing up to just brush against the silky fur of his outer thigh, testing her own touch on him. This was tempting death, tempting fate—tempting worse things than that, even.

Haku Soul · 05-08-2010, 02:12 PM

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He had kept it clean and simple; held back when he severed the pale girl from life, but now he had a woman willing to give what he wanted. The taste of her was no less than he had expected – perhaps even better. There was something dark lurking in her blood and he ached to know who she was. Not even a name had been given to him, but it was not her name that he desired. It was her body; her blood, her life story and the demons she carried around with her. Desire burned on his tongue when hers slithered out to taste his. The male paused for a brief moment before continuing, cleaning up the wet, coppery area staining her snout. It was gone all too soon.

Perhaps it surprised him that she was still so willing. He had wanted her to be kicking and screaming as he ripped out her heart. That wish was quickly fading while a need was rising. His tongue was still burning from when it connected with hers, and he lifted two fingers to let the pair of claws run down the front of her throat, leaving crimson lines slowly swelling where the skin had been broken. He wished to remain there, close to her face, but could not disobey the quiet throbbing of a hungering heart. It had been his intention to take things in slowly and drown in the sensations she brought him. It was not who he was.

His touch was no longer soft as clawed fingers moved to her curved chest, drawing those same red lines as they ran over her velvet fur. He became dimly aware of soft fingers brushing against his thigh and let a soft rumble dance within the depths of his throat, but it was far from a command to stop. Haku had started to take what he was not given, but it was not a step he had to go through if the counterpart was willing. He wondered what made her see, but knew that his curiosity would be quenched in the end. Without warning the male bit down on her throat, letting the rough tongue follow the distinguished line of salt and copper, following it downwards to her breast as his claws continued to travel her body, always leaving bloody those tracks from sharp nails.

Eris Eternity · 05-08-2010, 07:30 PM

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If it weren't for that shadow cast over this wolf's soul, it was highly unlikely Eris would have even taken notice of him—certainly she would have reacted differently, perhaps recoiling in horror or fear when he struck her. Instead, there was nothing but fascination in the sable-furred canine for this man. She would tolerate whatever he threw at her voluntarily; she was his to do with as he pleased, whether that was to discard her like trash or keep her like treasure. The question was, was she even worthy of such attentions? Normally, a narcissistic personality such as herself would have said yes, absolutely. Now, pressed between a body killed what couldn't have been more than an hour ago and the much larger form of the demon who'd done her in, the sable-furred Infernian could not say the same.

His tongue swept the remainder of the blood from her muzzle, and his claws were at her skin now, drawing steadily over her flesh and leaving winding ribbons of red behind, blood beading up from beneath the skin to the surface. Sparks of pain followed his claw and she arched her back into that pain, lifting her body into his touch. Her fingers twined into the thick fur on his leg and took ahold of him, though she certainly was not bold enough to so much as tug on his fur, let alone draw his blood in return, but she heard both the low growl and the approval in it. His teeth suddenly seized her neck, and the shadow-colored hybrid cried out, pleasure and pain both mixed into her voice. Her body writhed beneath his now, quivering beneath him. Her hand drew up onto his waist, gripping at his hip as his tongue lapped against her neck, her fingers clutching at his flesh.

His tongue traced expertly over the wounds his claws had split into her skin, and her body followed with it, arching upward toward his touch, yearning for him to take it further. Pleasure and pain both mingled together through the sable hybrid's body, driving her to squirm and writhe beneath him. Soft moans mingled with low growls, and her heart pounded, and she wondered if this was simply the prelude to violence—was she lucky, honored enough to receive him?

Haku Soul · 05-09-2010, 04:10 AM

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She seemed to welcome it; the bright flame of pain brought by sharp nails that had stolen so many innocent lives without reason. It would be so easy to add to that light pressure and dig into her soft abdomen. He knew that both parts were aware of it; and the thought of the roulette pleased him immensely. He was not a creature to be trusted, as a former follower of his had once discovered. It was sad though; Sicarus had never grasped the betrayal before it was too late. Her pulse throbbed against the teeth that had seized her. The beast could so vividly see the flowing blood rush through so close and within immediate range. He was far from oblivious of the desire ripping through the canine beneath him – he too felt the rush of blood bring lust to his joints, but the man was more controlled, and his desire more dependant on the physical. Whereas he could feel the pleasant desperation rise, there was also something else. She had not managed to give the man what he had needed, but she had proven herself to him nevertheless. Kaena had lost her value completely by now.

Her body pressed against the trailing fingers and nails dug deeper as he experienced a moment beyond control. She was a woman grown; her beautiful, feminine forms were proof of this, and he let his greedy tongue travel downwards along that path of crimson – pausing temporarily to press and rub against a responsible nipple. The cruel beast had yet to come to a conclusion of a path to take. It brought an own sense of thrill to watch a woman squirm under him with tremors brought forth by something different than the usual fear and loath. Mortal heart pressed against the inner walls of his chest. What he once had longed for in Kaena was readily available for him here; within this female. He wanted to give life to the darkness lurking in them both; though hers was young and gentle – masked by ignorance and lies. He could aid this woman and her darkness.

He felt the pressure of her hand, weight drawing him towards her as her pulse raced up and beyond his, which was steadily rising as well, but in a slower rhythm. They were such impatient creatures. Instead of ripping through her, he let one of his caressing hands travel further down, gently stroking the silky fur where her inner thigh started. He could feel the damp desire from her womanhood, but he was not about to give into that physical desire just yet, and so she would have to wait for it as well. The beast’s fingers elegantly avoided the female’s sensitive area, and instead pressed further down on her thigh, brushing up and down against the soft fur with his palm – a true contrast to the violent caresses of his clawed fingers connected to his other hand, still making their way south along her stomach.

Eris Eternity · 05-10-2010, 02:29 AM

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Eris had not known pleasure from pain before; when she had been enslaved, there was no pleasure in that. There was nothing in the ghastly rituals performed by the men of her former family before Metetzili was left alone with her. She could still smell the burning fur and incense, thrown into the flame. She had blocked what happened with him from her mind, but she felt it come creeping back now and again—a flash of a gaunt, skinny coyote heaving over her, barely palpable between her legs. Maybe his smallness was the reason for his infertility, maybe not—in any case, Eris's former uncle was certainly nowhere near endeared to the sable-furred woman. Maybe if she hadn't intentionally forgotten about what he'd done from her, maybe if she hadn't completely blocked those memories, she would have been repulsed by what was occurring here with this man—but she did not recall Metetzili, and in forgetting him, she had preserved her sanity.

His claws pressed deeper into her stomach, and she shuddered, wondering if he would eviscerate her now. It would have been easy for him—whatever connection he had with the pallid furred one, it must have been physical and easier to trace than what they were crafting here and now. But if he had her, if he kept her, the sable-furred hybrid knew their bond would be stronger. She did not fantasize about love; the capacity for love had not yet developed in the youthful and arrogant canine, who could not view another as so important to her. Perhaps someday muliebrity would blossom in her, and she would learn how to love—maybe not. It did not matter for this meeting, but even so, these two canines would share something fantastical here, no doubt. Perhaps That is, if he didn't kill her first.

Eris was not sexually inexperienced; she had her fair share in Eterne prior to her enslavement, but she had never felt desire like this. Her body burned for him, but beyond that, her soul wanted him, too—there was something almost magnetic attracting the sable-furred woman to the demon above her. His hand touched her thigh, teasing around her most sensitive parts but not yet alighting on them. Her own hand was bolder, sliding around to his front, her hand touching lightly on his manhood, intending to pleasure him. It did not matter what she derived from this encounter, so long as this demon was pleased by it. That requirement satisfied, nothing else mattered.

Haku Soul · 05-10-2010, 06:31 AM

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Pleasure and pain were more closely related than most cared to acknowledge. It was love and hate, both their opposites being indifference. A touch could be soft or it could turn hard, sharp and lift the hazy clouds from a mind. Or it could offer more than that simple pleasure that most creatures preferred. All were blind; so ignorant that his blood fumed at the mere thought. He paid close attention to the shudder breaking through her, but she did not scream. A woman who was able to look upon death and remain sane. It made him wonder if the situation was taken seriously, but both knew that her life could so quickly be turned off with the right twist of his claws.

He was a distrustful creature – burnt so many times in the past when his true self still struggled to regain the remaining fragments of his previous, glorious self. His motions turned idle as she moved her hand and touched. His muzzle lifted slightly from her breast to let the twin blue orbs take in the face of the unknown woman. Her moving grip teased with his focus; drew mandatory strings that demanded his attention. The low rumble in his throat climbed the space between his half exposed teeth and escaped. After all, this body was mortal, and he was temporarily bound by it the flesh, vision clouded by its needs. He readjusted his position slightly, finding the base of her throat again and pressed his face against her dancing pulse; letting fangs groom through the exposed area.

Feeling his breathing climb, he found that he wanted to hear the same from her. The fingers trailing her inner thigh moved upwards, seeking the damp and inviting area between her legs with gentle pressure. He massaged her outer area gently, curious to see what felt good for her. What if he was to change the direction of this now? Was she still aware that he could cut into her and turn that combination of pain and pleasure into a blaze of horror? The pressure behind the moving fingers increased, sliding in between her silky folds, exploring her beautiful design with his touch.

Eris Eternity · 05-10-2010, 07:14 AM

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Eris was there for him—there was nothing more important than the chestnut-furred male held over her, and the sable woman knew this with every part of her being. She had ceased to think of anything else—the fast-cooling body beneath her was gone, the world around her had swirled to absolute shadow. There was only the glow of his brilliantly blue eyes, swallowing the night and spitting it back out bruised and battered. Her hand traced his length slowly, delicately touching the flesh there. This warmed and stiffening thing in her hand was another source of his power, and one she could take advantage of, if only she would be so lucky, if only he would let her—if she was even more blessed, she might leave this place with his children slowly blossoming in her stomach.

His fangs touched against her neck, and she reclined her head further back and twisted it to the side, exposing her sable-furred throat for him. Eris's nose pointed toward the moon and the stars, but she saw none of it; unable to look at him, she had closed her eyes. His fingers were on her and she froze for just an instant as a soulful and twisted noise echoed from somewhere in her belly. It was confused and blended together, a growl and a moan and a howl and a yelp all at once, her body giving into shivers and shudders as he moved his fingers inside of her. Her occupied hand had long resumed its stroking and touching, her motions less smooth and concentrated now that he touched her, too. Her other hand reached up toward the rough fur of his mane and pressed the back of his head, urging his teeth into her flesh. She wanted to hurt for him, she wanted to bleed for him if that was what he wanted.

Her lithe body pressed against him as he moved inside his fingers of her, whatever muliebrity she possessed evaporated away and turned to feverish desire by the chestnut-furred demon.

Haku Soul · 05-10-2010, 08:22 AM

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It satisfied him to a certain degree to see and feel her body respond so well to a touch that for once was not merely out to shed blood. The demon underestimated the woman’s understanding of him, but all in all it would not make a whole lot of difference to him. As she silently invited him to taste her, he let the teeth sink into her flesh; piercing skin and drawing her beautiful life out to paint them pink and crimson. He felt the desire ravage about in his boiling blood now; rising along with the woman’s firm grip and loosening the control he needed to hold on to if she wanted to keep her life. He was met with no resistance as fingers entered her warmth and his thrilled breath shook as she cried out and forced electricity to run thicker through his member.

Her stroking hand brought drops of oblivion to his glowing orbs, the taste and scent of her fragrance blended with crimson drops driving him further away from the control he cared so little to hold on to. The hands that so fondly had drawn the reds lines down along her body slid around her lower back and found hold with sharp claws; drawing her closer; hungering for more of her. His fangs released the pierced flesh and moved to an untouched area to bite down and see blood ooze. The fingers caressing her found their concrete points of focus; thumb fondly rubbing against her pleasure knob while a set of fingers continued to thrust into her climbing warmth.

There was much less to hold on to now, and the gentleness he had started with was quickly falling away with every rhythmic move led by her warm and firm hand. He moved to the woman’s velvety muzzle, brutally nibbling at it and causing dark crimson drops to appear where his teeth connected with her skin. Perhaps it was an attempt to kiss her, but even the male could hardly tell. His cream and chocolate was quickly absorbing pink and crimson as he pressed his upper body against hers, prolonging the climbing, maddening need to connect with the warmth of her lower body.

Eris Eternity · 05-11-2010, 07:28 AM

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She had been bled before. She had been hit and smacked, thrown against the wall—but all of that had left her mind, pushed and forced away by the sable-furred woman. In its place there was an aching hole in her head and her heart, desiring nothing more than to fill its emptiness with another's hot flesh. In many ways, the sable-furred hybrid walked a similar path to her mother, but very much unlike the scarred woman, Eris had been elevated high, high, high on a pedestal, only to be knocked from it and sent tumbling back to earth again. Kaena had never felt that before. She had never been given the opportunity to experience the very highest highs before being sunken down to the black muck at the very bottom of it all. Eris had, and in order to deal with those two extremes, she had forgotten her once-uncle and his treatment of her.

This was a good thing, of course, for if she recalled the terrible things Metetzili did to her, she would not have been able to enjoy this moment as it was. Blood dripped from her in numerous places, steadily leaking out and shining almost black in the dull moonlight. His teeth in her neck, his fingers reaching deeper inside of her, the sable-colored canine's hips thrashed against his touch, a low cry escaping her lips, strangled by the teeth over her throat. Pain watered her eyes and pleasure forced her legs to twitch and convulse, the two opposing sensations driving the shadow-colored woman wild. From the twin stimulation of her innards and her outside, the coyote hybrid could already feel the vague, primal stirring of orgasm building somewhere deep and unknown in her belly.

Her free hand, the one that had been on his head, fell back against the ground, gripping at the long grass there, tearing into the soil with her sharp claws. She didn't dare break his flesh, she didn't dare make him bleed—only her blood was to spill. Her other hand still worked at him steadily, though like him, she was fast losing control, her movements becoming erratic and unpredictable, though always careful with his most sensitive organ—if she didn't want to injure him anywhere else, this was the one place she certainly did not wish to cause him harm.

Haku Soul · 05-13-2010, 12:27 PM

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Rapid pulse pushing against his teeth; blood separated only by a thin layer of skin. It would be like sinking his teeth into soft butter, and the reward would send sweet cherry juice to further stain his frame. He longed for that, but there would be a birth and he would make his own version of her supposedly true words. She was a mere object—he would carve out his own destiny with her body. Stained jaws ripped as he twisted away from her throat and admired the leaking marks he had bestowed her body. He felt her hips thrust against the working fingers playing her strings and the continuously blooming warmth within her as her muscles worked and carried her higher.

With a vision shrouded with soft red he watched the fine muscles in her face twitch and squirm like the body under him. His fingers withdrew from her soaked depths and pushed her working hand away from his pulsing member, though he felt insanity and lust race instantly to fight for the space in his brain. Although he often found that he preferred fear tossing their bodies around, the sight of her continued to add to the struggle to fill his lungs enough to comprehend the fire she so foolishly had lit deep in his stomach. It was thrashing wildly now, clawing away his insides like an obsessed animal. Clawed fingers dug into her hips and lifted her closer, roughly and without any concern of her wellbeing.

He was nearly blasted away the moment her silky warmth enveloped his entire length. His teeth sought her flesh again with the never ending greed he cared little to hold back anymore. He could feel it rising up through his core—twisting and raging higher for every plunge into her body. So sweet and beautiful—he drank from the red oozing injuries all across her front—drawing more red from her body with his jaws as the climbing orgasm slammed into his thrusting body. A vicious snarl rose hot against the woman’s drenched fur as the sensation boiled his blood so thrillingly as he pushed his way towards the toppling quake.

Eris Eternity · 05-17-2010, 09:50 PM

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Trapped beneath the nameless demon, the sable-furred woman should have been quaking in fear—perhaps if she were a creature of higher intelligence, perhaps if she was not guided solely by her instinctive impulses and the throbbing desire that had grown to fever pitch in her stomach, she might have been—but bleeding and aching as she was, the sable-furred coyote felt nothing but that same burning lust for him in her, pushing her body against him, her head and neck rising from their position against Noir's body to follow his teeth as they left her, a soft moan drawn from her throat as his fingers left her, slipping out of her and leaving her empty and hollowed.

As quickly as he'd left her, however, he replaced that emptiness with something far better, and the sable-furred canine's entire body rocked uprward, quivering to exquisite tightness as he slid into her depths. Finally their bodies connected, and the sable-furred hybrid released her held breath, exhaling it in a moan that was half of a sigh, her chartreuse-colored eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he began to rock into her. There was hardly a rhythm to his movements, but it hardly mattered—she had already been pushed close to the quivering and quaking edge by his fingers; it would not take the rest of him long to finish the job. The sable-furred hybrid's mind was blank, as empty and drained as it had been during the seeing. She was as empty a vessel as she had been then, open and forced to accept all yet unable to project her own will. From somewhere deep within her, though, a thought began as a primal instinct, just a vague tingle of recognition in her—it grew louder and louder, finally becoming a clear thought in her mind. His seed, his children—they could be hers. She wanted them, almost as badly as she had wanted him at first—the sable-furred woman would carry them and cherish them like none other. They would be a gift, a blessing, something bestowed on her from the deepest pitch darkness in his soul.

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Haku Soul · 05-20-2010, 04:52 AM

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The indescribable torrent concentrated there—inside of her. He thrust into her with the force of a body violently starving for climax and snarled viciously as the silent explosion hit and rushed through the blood already brought to impossible highs by adrenaline and lust. Deep inside her womb, his seed would fester and grow. It would be tainted and dark and it would let him continue to walk amongst the mortal in this world. He adored his playground and was reluctant to return to the fiery pits he once had emerged from. The male buried his face in the blood soaked fur on the woman’s chest and held on to her until the violent storm within calmed and died. Brilliant blue orbs opened slowly and stared at his shadows as he listened to the woman’s heartbeat climbing down along with his own. She had spoken of a birth, and a birth was what she would give him.

He pushed back and away from her as soon as he was able to, and used part of his remaining power source to shift back into the four legged creature form. This was what he was, a monster bringing fangs and claws of death. He watched her form, wondering what had formed her into the being that made her worthy of a few more months of life. Kaena had been his target, but this woman had given herself to him willingly. She would live and the mother would die if he was ever to corner the one eyed female again. A wild beast ripped and raged against its inner cage behind his chest, and the man had changed his mind. The soul had departed and death had turned Noir’s body cold, but the blood soaked male followed the red stained trail to the heart he earlier had declined and devoured the cold organ.

Eris Eternity · 05-26-2010, 09:08 AM

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The sable-shaded woman's body was overcome with the pleasure of him inside of her. He was ravenous, and he devoured her quickly, his appendage quickly continuing the work that his fingers had begun inside of her. Her muscles tightened to the point of trembling, convulsions twisting the limbs of her body as he pounded into her. The sable-shaded coyote had prayed for many things throughout her life, but there was nothing she had concentrated on so totally in that exquisite moment but drawing the life from within him and capturing it within herself. She would have thrown herself before Ometeotl and begged for this demon's blessing in exchange for anything, anything at all. Her climax came in a cry, strangled and twisted from her chest as he came in her, his face against her chest. There was a desire in her to run her fingers through his mane and hold him there, but Eris did not dare to do this. Instead, she remained where she was, her breathing heavy and strained, her chartreuse eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He slid from her and she could not help but move, shuddering against him at that feeling—it was awful, though undeniably pleasurable to feel him move from her, as it meant he would leave her. He did so far more quickly than even she had expected; though Eris knew there would be no warmth afterward, he was already in his preferred form, already moving away from her, by the time she had collected her thoughts. Her chartreuse eyes blinked wearily, and for the first time in a while, she surveyed the scenery, her breathing steadily returning to normal.

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