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Dawn was breaking.
The air was crisp and cool against his pelt, and the youth stirred as sunlight began to prickle slowly across the brittle blue and golden sky. Winter's claws seemed to scrap reluctantly away from the earth, and spring relished in it's victory with tender shoots of emerald and buds of brilliant hue. But still Caillen was grateful for his thick, shaggy coat, knowing that without it the night would have been miserably endless and bitterly cold.
The wolfdog finally opened his eyes, a tranquil and owlish sky blue, squinting them slightly at the intrusion of the light. He was in Optime form, having taken the excuse of the cold snap to make a small fire the night before, as he had learned from his mother so many months ago. The teen was not yet adult, but his body had matured fast, and the thick blood of his father ensured that what should have been a mild-height frame was surprisingly tall, more so than a majority of full-blooded wolves. However, the collie in him was starkly obvious, from the strange slate and ivory canvas of his pelt, to the one dark ear that remained stubbornly floppy.
Slowly, the youth rose from his curled position to stretch out his arms and yawn hugely. His teeth glittered in the dawn light; Massive ivory daggers, another gift from his father. For all appearances, Caillen could have been a monstrous warrior, a brilliant fighter, a skilled weapon of war. But the vagabond had absolutely no skill in the art of battle, and his appearance was entirely deceiving. Those huge teeth were only bared in a goofy, charming grin, that muscled form awkward and clumsy.
Grabbing a nearby stick with one ivory and clawed hand, he stabbed at the faintly glowing embers, all that remained of his carefully built fire. They banked quickly, and satisfied that he'd completed the task, Caillen used the stick to support himself.
Standing, those clear blue eyes were offered a brilliant view of the place in which the wanderer found himself. So far from the confines of the Cour des Miracles packland, so far from that little Chien Hotel, his mothers domain! This was what real men did, when their feet itched for adventure! Smiling with boyish handsomeness, the youth cracked his spine in a final arch to ease out the stiffness of sleep. He wondered at this strange forest, its sullen silence - Where was the birdsong? The wildlife? All he'd found to eat the day before had been a stringy hare! Perhaps he shouldn't be here... This land seemed a little spooky.
" Bah, spooky? I eat spooky for breakfast!"
Pleased that his voice had broken the silence, Caillen's grin grew. Hefting the stick at his side like a spear, he began to venture forth into the wilderness.
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She often found that she was reluctant to venture too far away from Inferni. It was truly rare for her to travel to the south-western parts of Nova Scotia. All she needed was right here. She frequently moved between Inferni and Halifax, but aside from that she seemed to be far from the adventurous type. While she recognized and accepted this, the thought made her slightly sad. She desperately wanted to find a solid interest that she could share with Silas. No doubt they would find similar interests if they just worked to find them, but the hybrid girl wanted to be able to impress him with her knowledge and free spirit. It was just the problem that her spirit was chained and more tame than she had thought it to be. She had learned a lot about herself the day Samael’s heavy breath had been hot against her body, and she continued to loathe herself for what she had seen that day. She was, however, doing much better these days. Perhaps things were changing. She was feeling a part of her old self return – perhaps the confidence that had been lost for so long.
Inferni did not claim this area, but Halo did as she slowly moved towards the blushing horizon, waiting for the golden sphere to rise up and reveal the world. Ruby eyes glinted softly in the scarce daylight, but the blooming summer mornings were not as dark as winter’s. She appreciated the silence she found her, and moved soundlessly with it, her faithful sword resting peacefully on her back, in its sheath. Her movement seemed to hesitate then, oversized, copper hued ears moving to catch the sound of something approaching. There was no fear within her. Her only demon was Samael and his crimson stained eyes. There were enough enemies of Inferni in these lands, but he was the only creature in the world that she feared. Fingers brushed soft auburn locks away from her lovely face and she decided to wait and see who else was up and about at this hour. Not that it was an absurd time to be awake, but she seldom crossed other canines’ paths this early.
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There was a notable increase of thickness to the air as the round golden eye rose to stare down at the land, a domineering giant in this eery, silent land. Caillen had no knowledge of his nearness to the land of wolf-death, had no inkling of the dangers that lurked on the horizon. This land was no-mans land, not claimed, not controlled, and deep in his soul he respected that.
Nevertheless, he felt awkward among the grace of nature, his own footpaws heavy on cracking ground, breaking the silence with oafish clumsiness. The trees all seemed to whisper to one another in the wind, but it was not them that made the hair on his nape prickled with uncertainty; it was the feeling of eyes, boring into his back, from every single crack and hole in the gaping bark. Swallowing nervously, the not-yet-man continued onward, the stick-spear at his side hefted from hand to hand like a javelin.
It took less than a moment for him to notice the scent that was not of the forest. He froze instantly, eyes grazing the nearby foliage as his keen ebony nose twitched appraisingly. Already almost the size of a full-grown wolf, one might have mistaken Caillen for his older counterparts - But he still had the awkward innocence of youth, the unmistakable mark of one who has yet to experience the potents and poisons of life. His ivory hand grasped harder at the stick, those owlish sky-blue eyes still scanning the trees.
" H-h-hello? Ho, there, friend or foe?"
This time, he was unable to keep that old tremble from his voice. As a child, Caillen had been afflicted with a severe stutter, the likes of which still colored his tone when stressed by emotion or unnerved. Pausing in the middle of a tiny clearing between the moss-covered leaves, the handsome youth ran one hand through the messy tangle of gold that sprouted from his crown, and took a deep breath, convinced now that he was just being paranoid.
" Nevermind, sprites. I'm not afraid of you, forest n-n-nymphs! I am a man now."
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The stranger’s steps seemed to falter, still hidden behind the thick underbrush. Of Archnea’s Revenge. The girl’s stance remained the same, though her palm burned with the absence of the sword. It would be silly to overreact like she had with the silly hybrid in the mall a few weeks back. He had been relatively harmless and the Lykoi woman was not defenceless just because she did not hold the sword in her hand. Hundreds, maybe even more had been spent to get her where she was today. She was no longer the weak and fragile creature she once had been. She was the real danger here. She repeated the words in her mind and smiled wickedly.
When the voice sounded all present tension faded from the young woman. It carried youth and insecurity. It was a young boy – how exciting. Her own thoughts surprised her, but her smile returned soon enough. Why not? Old horrors and monsters should remain in the past. It was up to her to turn her ruby gaze forwards, and that was what she intended to do. She silently started off towards his hidden form, and new words guided the woman’s direction. His awkward words made a thrilling laugh escape her soft lips and she was invisible no more. ”Oh, are you?” she wondered softly as she peered out at the doggish male standing in the little clearing, ruby eyes laughing with her.
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As a pup, Caillen had been warned about forests like this. Forests that held spirit-eyes, forests that were home to wisps of one's imagination, spectral creatures that existed only behind shuttered eyelids. The dreamer knew of each haunting tale, each mythological wraith that threatened the existence of mortal sanity. Keenly aware of the presence of these nature-spirits, the slate youth tread the ground carefully, his eyes all the more observant, his nose still twitching at the misplaced scent.
Then, alas, it spoke.
He froze again, prepared to utter all manner of protection prayers, all sorts of hymns to ward off the immortal mischief-makers bubbling on his tongue. But then he saw her, and the words died in his throat.
She was beautiful.
She was clearly not mortal. Not to him, anyway. Her eyes were stark, rose red, the kind that drew his own sky blue like the doomed moth to the flame. And her voice, a sensual whisper that make his harks long for more, made his whole body lean towards her fatality. Which, fatality she clearly was, this sylph of the forest, with her lithe body, her large ears, her pixie face. Little did Caillen know that he was, infact, looking upon a coyote - how could this perfect creature be one of the blood-thirsty murderers that had plagued his nightmares so? It simply could not be.
He knew of only one lady to match her beauty, the collie girl who lingered still in the cage of his ribs. But for the moment, he stored her memory away, focused his attention solely on the fairy-Fae before him. What had she said? The slate youth blinked absently, forgetting for a moment just how to talk.
" Y-y-yes. I am... I am, yes."
Suddenly, he felt very young, and very foolish. Taking a deep breath, the adolescent puffed out his chest slightly, made his already-tall stature taller. The stick in his hand was stabbed defiantly into the earth, even though the serious face he projected was clearly lost in translation - Caillen looking seriously was like a frog looking joyous; the expressions simply did not match. Filled with the pride of no longer being a 'child', for he was now most CERTAINLY a young man, and more than able to speak freely with those whom he chose, Caillen cleared his throat before trying again.
" I assume this is your forest, lady sylph. I didn't mean to trespass on your... Domain."
He surely didn't want to anger the forest spirit. Everybody knew that forest spirits could be particularly malicious when mean, something entirely devoid from their usual mischievous nature.
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His bright eyes reminded her of the crazed half-sibling running around fucking up the world. She had yet to take Haku Soul’s life, unfortunately, and her slim muzzle wrinkled for a sparse moment before smoothing out into nothing. For now her ruby orbs took in the young boy’s face. There was no doubt this was a bastard child, but Halo did not judge him too heavily for that muddled blood. Already he towered over her, but that was not something new. Her optime was the perfect size, hiding the hideous wolf inside her very well. If one had not seen her four legged frame it was next to impossible to guess the high percentage of wolfen blood. Thick lashes fluttered patiently as audits took in the annoying stuttering.
It had been a while since last time, but his big, blue eyes were already hazy with awe. The copper coated girl took it as a compliment and let the corners of her lip tug gently upwards; the laughter long gone by now. She watched him gather testosterone and could only allow her smile to widen; though her cruel instincts only wanted to frown at the hybrid boy and how easily he fell into trance. Her face remained free of the conflict within. Yes, orbs were clear and warm; whispering about sunsets yet to come. She nodded at his improving speech and felt her creamy chest fill up with anticipation for this encounter.
Today she was older; her form had matured and granted her the forms she had lacked before. She wanted this; wanted him to tell her that she was beautiful. Silas had never said those words, but there was something there, wasn’t it? She could feel her heart flutter at the thought, for she seemed unable to determine anything concrete about the Russian boy living on the second floor. Insecurity was all she knew when he was near. ”Ah,” her soft melody sounded, accompanying her as she drew closer to the other with added elegance to her swaying form. ”but there’s a price to pay,” she added shortly after, pouring charm into her lovely curved lips.
A few feet away now and her form hesitated, though her body leaned closer; ached for the distance to fade. ”What’s your name, trespasser?” Her ruby eyes sought out that sky blue gaze, regretted that they did not carry the lovely hue of ice. That disappointment remained hidden, buried beyond her features. The young boy would only experience her warmth for now.
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His heart was drugged with the potent poison of her lips, which curved like an archer's bow into a smile so deadly it might have pierced his chest. Electricity sparked all along his skin, little currents of energy that jolted his frame in a slight step towards her, this luscious, female figure that swayed down towards him from her secret hiding place. The young man felt torn; There were warning bells, chiming faintly in the corners of his mind, red flags waving and murmured voices trying to pull his reality back into focus. The immortals should never be trusted - they care little for mortal life. What are we but playthings to them, who last for an eternity? What are we but ants, crawling through the might of their sovereign power? But it was useless, useless to deny himself the gratification of looking upon her.
How long had it been, now since he'd looked upon a girl? Those soft curves sang sweetly to his blood, with pounded thick in response. Too long. Too long. But the youth was an innocent; he did not, could not, recognize the feelings she stirred in him, and knew only of an awe that built within him like a volcano, spewing heat through his body.
Her voice was soft, musical, exotically light. It chimed in his ear like siren song, and Caillen did not hear the warning beneath it. Entranced, he could only watch with those owlish sky-blue eyes, orbs the hue of a tomorrow and a tomorrow and a tomorrow sky, eyes the color of melting ice, of the first winter snow. Her own were blood red, excitingly large, frames by thick lashes that fluttered sweetly. Nymph! Sylph! Praise to thee!
She stopped, just out of reach. Her scent enveloped him, sweet and wild, drugged the poor imbecile.
" My n-n-name... I am Caillen. Caillen Winters, lady of the forest. Please, I pray, kind and beautiful nymph... I have nothing to give you..."
He should have prayed last night before he slept. He should have thanked the forest guardians for that hare he'd eaten. Why, oh, why had he forgotten?! Surely, she knew about the hare. Surely, she would be angry by his lack of respect. Immediately, the handsome young fool dropped to one knee, bowing his head before her.
" Forgive me, l-l-lady. I am unworthy."
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It was strange to experience the different impressions she made on the individuals she encountered. Some seemed untouched by her blessed, flawless face, and some reacted like this poor, young fool here. Was it the age that made them so different from one another? Her nostrils drew in the young boy’s scent, matching the fragrance of earth to that of the older hybrid she had encountered and threatened in the mall. She pondered if he detected the danger in her fur; the salt and the ash whispering the word that many wolves recoiled from. Coyote. She saw no recognition of those orbs; no warning of alarm. Caillen. He had been born when the breeze held warmth still – what a peculiar surname he held. The young Lykoi thought of her own, the one she had taken and replaced Soul with. A young soul of mixed spirits – had he made a choice as well in his short past? Has he sacrificed as Halo had? She could see his innocent face and the unfair answer. One of her first lessons had taught her that life was unjust. Fairytales weren’t real.
Air whistled through her slightly exposed teeth and she let out a little, musical laugh at his words. Of course he had something to give. She could clearly see the innocence of his rejecting her advances for what they were. It was unintentional – he did not understand what she referred to. He would soon enough though, because she would have to be the leading lady in this scene. He wanted her forgiveness and started acting really foolish. Poor imbecile, he was surely in need of some help. Her fingers grasped for his hands then, gently tugging at him to get up on both legs again. Her touch was soft, though not insecure as it could have been. It would be easy to play him despite her lack of recent experience. ”Shhhh, Caillen,” she purred lowly, pushing closer to him, her cherry gaze attached to his face.
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There was a moment, where her laughter prickled across his skin like the passing of a ghost, such an unholy sounds that made his animalistic instincts sharpen nigh painfully, and from his bowed head those sky-blue eyes dared once more to peer up at her ravishing sights. Never in his young life had Caillen seen a creature like this lady, and it was almost a certainty in his golden heart now that she was not of his plane of existence, not of the mortal, boring world that lingered still about them. But even the forest, in her presence, seemed to take on a life of it's own; the trees whispered restlessly, the lulling breeze carrying their secrets across his harks. But he didn't understand their language, and could not comprehend the warning they offered.
There was a slight moment from above, and he felt the touch of her hand like a live wire, felt every muscle in his young, lean body tighten in response. Instinctively, his head lifted up to her, and obediently, the man-child rose to his large footpaws. When standing, he towered over her pixie frame, and yet she managed to make him feel so small that it hardly mattered.
She purred his name, a throaty calling that had him going warm all over, a light blush creeping up to stain the skin beneath his ivory cheek-fur. The wolfdog's thick tail wagged nervously behind him, those owlish sky-blue eyes wide and unsure as they looked down at her. Oh, naive boy! the trees whispered amongst themselves, Oh, young fool!
She took a step to breach the gap between them, and like a skittish stallion, he took a step back, startled by the warmth of her body such that his mind nearly dropped away. Poor Romeo had no sense, here, no idea of what she requested from him, no knowledge of why his young body was responding so terribly. And, overcome by anxiousness, the young male bowed his head again, trying desperately to maintain his show of respect for the forest spirit.
" What... What do you want from me?"
His voice wavered slightly, but did not stutter this time, such was his earnest innocence in wanting to repay the sylph for her mercy.
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The woman paid little attention to the rest of the world right now. Once she had thought the whole world was her own playground where she could bask around and do whatever the hell she wanted. Some of that old feeling seemed to be left, and she felt like a child again; thinking she was the midpoint of the world. In her world she was and the light breaths of spring passing them both while ruffling lightly in their different furs were ignored. Nothing mattered, only the confidence within her. It truly was there – existed after all despite the months of helplessness and loss. He was young and foolish; unable to hurt her. The black pupils within the ruby hues widened slightly as she resisted the urge to glance behind to make sure Samael was not sneaking up on her. She looked up at him with that devious smile dancing on greedy lips. So innocent and confused.
She was not at all thrown off when he nervously stepped away from her. Inexperience did that to you. She remembered the first male that had done anything more than to look at her. She had been a mere child, but young males could be foolish. Nothing had happened, of course, but she too had resisted when the invisible zone was invaded and another warm body came up too close. They did not know each other, but right now she knew the boy’s body better than he did. She followed with another step, though taking time; drifting slowly towards him. A light cream painted hand rose slowly along with her step; seeking a home in the rich fur on his broad chest. ”I want you to relax,” her light soprano voice confessed.
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A sense of shame shrouded the young male. He feared he had insulted her with his confusion, with his lack of understanding for her wants and her 'cost'. But a swift glance from sky blue eyes noted that her own ruby gems remained frivolously intrigued, that sensual smile still curving about her maw. With serpentine grace, the lady stepped forward to close the gap between them, slowly, steadily, as if to move too fast would send him scurrying away.
In truth, it probably would have. But she was careful, now, her voice soothing and lulling him once more, such that the slate wolfdog's muscles jumped incessantly, but he remained statue still.
This time, her touch did not deflect him, although the youth's pectoral quivered with repressed energy beneath her cool, small palm. Those sky-blue eyes pleaded down at her, filled with a need he could not comprehend. The creamy hue of her hand was nearly lost in the silky ivory fur of his chest. Caillen took a deep breath, his eyes still swallowed by the rubies of her own, that light pressure on his chest rising and falling with the motion of his swelling lungs.
Relax... Relax. She wants you to relax. The trees cooed softly, his floppy hark flicking back towards the babble of their voices. Relax! Little fool, little fool...
"... Lady?"
He sounded slightly breathless, that voice husky and full of questions. The warmth of her body hummed across to him, but Caillen remained stone still, as if to move would be to break the spell of her intoxicating tune, her bewitching gaze. The sunlight was bleary between the trees overhead, casting distorted dapples over the mismatched pair below.
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Although it ultimately did not matter, she was surprised to feel the softness of his ivory pelt. Her silky palm gently moved; massaging the little area and slowly moved down towards his stomach, being endlessly careful not to graze his skin with sharp nails. She kept his gaze and pondered about the innocence she saw there. She had lost hers so early and wondered how he had managed to hold on his purity in this world for as long as he had. She thought of the clan and their ways and now she shallowly considered the wolf packs. It had never truly dawned on her that there could be love and security for the members there. Inferni had been the only option ever considered, though her muddled blood could allow her to enter any group of wolves. Too late now of course, but she had held the possibilities in her hands the day she had shown up here.
It went against everything she stood for, but the girl found a silent appreciation for the young boy’s expression. There was nothing unkind dancing in those sky blue orbs. She was accustomed to darkness – perhaps the lack of it was what intrigued her. He stood too still; unable to relax the way she had asked him to. There was no blame within her ruby orbs though. That poor, young boy. His breath brought forth her title and the woman’s smile widened, yet her lips were silent, though not at all unresponsive. They could already feel the warmth from each other’s bodies, and Halo leaned closer still, slowly stretching up on her toes as her muzzle sought to nuzzle lightly against the area where his shoulder and neck connected. Her other hand had gently started to trace horizontally along his side, seeking a hold on his lower spine so that she could edge him closer as well.
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He could feel her fingers, little points of pressure that sparked at his sensitive skin, made the lean muscles underneath leap to attention. Although Caillen was by no means a primed male, his vigorous and active youth had made the muscles beneath his pelt lean and hard, and good food for most of his life had kept them as such. Her hand made a gentle downward descent, and his breath grew jittery, those sky blue eyes feverishly bright as his blood pounded in response to the beauty's gentle provocation. Never before had he felt this way, this sense of being consumed by a need... A need for what? The young man swallowed, felt the dryness of his throat as his Adam's apple bobbed uneasily. There was something almost predatory in the nymph's ruby eyes, in the way that they danced with inner flames, so entrancing that he dared not part gaze from them.
He noticed, with a startled sense of acknowledgment, the age of her eyes. They were far, far wiser than his, far more haunted. Hers were eyes that had seen a world beyond his wildest horrors. But her body, that supple warmth that eased closer and closer to his static form, could not have been all that much older than his own.
Perhaps she had noticed the way he stood tense; the forest lady smiled, a slow flame leaping high in his gut as she leaned closer. All he could smell was her, enveloping him, overpowering him. Leading him towards some uncertain fate, some finality that he was still pure of. And then, alas, she was moving, and he was powerless to resist the temptation of her nimble, curved body, as she rose up to his taller frame. His breath shuddered shakily through slightly open mouth, the sensation of her hand slipping around his spine dazzling him, distracting him, such that he could not concentrate enough to defend himself from the motions of her head. When finally that pixie maw found the warm hollow just beneath his throat, Caillen gasped softly, his body trembling fitfully in her embrace. Beneath her questing nuzzle his pulse hammered loudly, thick pulses of blood singing out from below soft ivory fur. Instinctively, for his short-wired brain no longer played any part in the matter, the young wolfdog's large, warm palms rose to settle lightly on the sweet curve of her hips. The sword strapped to her back glinted like an oversized tooth, hidden from his sight by the arch of her spine.
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He was warm, and the girl realized how deprived she’d been from the warmth of another canine’s body the months after Samael stole what she had guarded so well. He was not a close relative or a friend, and his fur bristled with silent electricity from her touch. She had missed this; toying with the foolish bodies. They responded so well if one just added the right pressure at the right spot. Or was it her appearance that so easily drew the young boy in? Ruby eyes searched those eternal blue, but while she took pleasure in knowing that she still was beautiful, it was not the skin deep beauty in her that she wanted them to see. This boy did not know her – hell, he thought she was some fucking nymph or whatever he had called her.
Her fingers did not stiffen when the male’s larger hands settled lightly on the curves of her hips. Her soft hands coaxed him closer still, killing off whatever distance left between their different hues. Continuing playing the role of a tease, the girl let her pink tongue gently sweep across the extremely sensitive area by his throat; tasting him. ”Does that feel nice, Caillen?” she whispered breathlessly into the soft pelt, tensing her embrace by letting her hands travel up and down his young, muscular back, allowing claws to rub lightly through the fur there, though carefully making sure not to break the skin. Some of them liked it when she did that.
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If he was expecting some rebuke from the action of laying his hands against her, Caillen was surprised; the beautiful lady seemed not to care, not even to notice, merely to encourage with her response. Instead, her coaxing touches drew him closer, tighter, till their bodies were crackling with the contact, his blood surging warm where flesh touched flesh. This was unlike anything he had ever known, anything he had ever experienced, but it was just as terrifying as it was additively pleasurable.
Her tongue rasped across the sensitive skin of that hollow in his collar, and the youth tensed, a soft moan spilling from his maw and turned ever closer to a canine whine, his fingers tightening their grip on her hips, inching back across to her lower back, pulling her a little closer for more of that delicious contact. Her whisper tickled at his skin, her breath hot as she spoke.
" Mmmnnhh..." His voice sounded slightly strangled, his tongue swiping anxiously at his chops before continuing obediently, "Yesss, lady..."
His words were cut off by another whimper as her fingers, previously teasing the lean muscles of his back, now revealed their sharp claws. The mixture of pleasure and slight pain made him breathless, his taller frame twitching slightly, those sky-blue eyes glassy. Thoroughly aroused, the youth became aware of the delicious sensation of her moving against his front, and he swallowed again, only just resisting the urge to pant.
" Lady, please... P-p-please..." What was he pleading for? Caillen had no idea, but the strange urges within him were getting more and more demanding, and he desperately needed more...
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Goosebumps spread across her skin, though were blessedly hidden by soft copper fur. The male’s larger hands were warm against her hips—tightened their grip as her soft and warm tongue brushed across the sensitive skin by his throat. The youth’s pulse there paced softly against her muzzle, but the young woman was not as bloodthirsty as many of her kind. The realization of this caused her to ponder her own psyche though. Once she had lashed out after a wolf that probably was innocent of any crime against her. Sometimes she thought their lives to mean nothing, but the thought of letting teeth rip through to the main artery did not tempt her at all. Golden-red ears flickered and were caressed by the male’s soft moan. Something was happening with him and she knew just too well what it was.
Strangled words spilled out between the male’s lips, but she ignored them—found that she was unable to direct her focus the way she wanted to. Cold crept in between her ribs and gathered into a tight ball of ice in the pits of her stomach. Something else brushed against the soft fur and the dark fabric as well. She pressed her lower body against his; seizing her muscles and forcing them to obey through all they wanted to do was to twitch and drive her away. He breath trembled slightly as it brushed hot against the young male’s skin, but he would not notice, as similar shivers occasionally rushed through him. Young souls were so innocent. She wished she could have owned this innocence, so perhaps she would never have been forced to give her virginity away in such a horrible way.
Her honey soaked voice was stable and smooth as she whispered her wish to him. ”Close your eyes, Caillen, my love.” Her hands elegantly slipped away from his back now as he held on to her, and she continued to her body against his. A hand teasingly moved and circled the front of his hip as the other seemed to rise to the back of her own neck. Her ruby orbs stayed on his face; making sure he would not cheat and peek. Why would he need to use his eyes as long as this new sensation rushed through him? The hand caressing his fur slowly moved on closer towards the front, continuing to tempt and tease. A soft whisper of what wiser wolves would recognize as something metallic silently brushed the spring air, but she continued to pin down his focus, allowing her soft fingers to rub gently around the base of his manhood.
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ooc: 8| you aren't planning on castrating him, are you? i really don't want him bleeding to death. minor/moderate wounds and pp are all good if you wish, but i'd like for him to keep his 'anatomy' and limbs, please XD
No answer came to his words, and the young man stifled a further whimper, not wanting to release the weak sound in case it angered his lady. What strange and wonderful power she had! The soft fir of her stomach tightened as her body shifted against his front once more, and breath hissed through his clenched teeth, lids flickering low over those tranquilized sky-blue eyes. What magic, what magic! He was like a creature without a mind, his head filled only with flames, with the sensual images of her body.
Any hesitation on her behalf went unnoticed. In fact, the world beyond the touch of her hands, the twist of her lithe muscles, was completely ignored.
Finally, she spoke. The slate-pelted youth immediately obeyed her command, his lashes flickering shut, the darkness behind his own eyelids contorted with vulgar images, his innocence uncomprehending of anything but the building pressure within his own body, the pleasurable intensity of her skill. His hands remained clinging to the sway her her hips, but her own were vaguely wandering, tickling and tracing invisible patterns against his heated flesh. One hand left his body, but thought was immediately stolen by the other - It circled lazily across his hip, closer to his burning need, and Caillen's breath came in erratic gasps with each motion of those clawed fingertips. She had him twisted in knots, entirely at her mercy, a pile of quivering wolf-flesh obedient to her every command. What strange and wonderful power!
A soft sound slid dully into the back of his mind, steel rasping on leather, slicing out into the cool morning air. His ear twitched; Perhaps he should have taken more notice, perhaps a wiser creature would have. But despite having the body of a man, Caillen was no more than a boy, lost to his own whims. The lady's fingers moved deliciously, and suddenly, quite suddenly, she touched him there - There! Immediately, his relaxed muscles sprang to attention, another, slightly louder whimper pealing forth, begging, pleading, as his hips pushed instinctively towards the pressure of her hand.
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All she could think about was what pressed against her soft fingers and lower belly. She felt the strangest urge to cry, and blinked slowly with ruby eyes lustrous with unshed tears. Even if he did not understand what was happening, this male leaned against it and instinctively knew what he longed for. He pushed against her soft touch and she let a few fingers run along the length of his member. She did not dare to glance down and see the thing that she hated and feared so—forced her gaze to stay upon his face, though she found that she loathed the bliss coating it. It was so very ugly and the pressure within rose to paint the back of her throat with the taste of copper.
There were many ways to do this as the boy was inexperienced and inferior to her in every way possible, but if the positioning of the blade was wrong he could still deal damage to her or even twist away. He could not be allowed to do that, because Halo had a message she wanted to promote. The fingers that so delicately had caressed his most sensitive area lifted swiftly to brush one of his hands away from her hip, and in return—as some sort of amend to the split moment where her fingers had left his manhood, she twisted slightly and let her fingers run firmer over the smooth skin.
In the meanwhile, the arm that previously had been missing brushed against his side and under his arm. Her elbow bended and locked him closer—she knew he certainly wouldn’t mind that in his current situation—before she let the cold steel reach up and press gently against the vulnerable area above the spot where shoulder and throat connected. She smiled then, finding it a bit amusing to see the silvery metal peek up and over the aroused male’s shoulder. Had she been forced to reach around his arm as well he could too easily have bumped her away, but he was trapped now and the beautiful woman smiled.
”What about now?” the Hydra innocently wondered as her soft fingers turned hard and sharp around his erection. ”Does that feel nice?” her voice was not the same—it raged and twisted with her disgust. She wasn’t angry: she was furious. His eyes could be as blue as they liked, because she could only see Samael’s blood red hue.
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She was moving all around him, a slippery eel with fur like silky and hands like dreams. He was a powerless whelp, abandoned to the urges of his body, eyes shut tightly in obedience to her previous command. He did not notice her re-positioned. Did not notice the twist of arms about him, the icy cold that radiated through the flesh of her heart. It was not until that cold blade sung against his flesh that blue eyes popped open, portals of sun-bathed sky, such a pure color contaminated by the glaze of his lust.
The glaze quickly faded.
In her hands, his member stilled, the short thrusting of his hips poised like a stature, their peculiar embrace still and silent except for her words. And when he saw her eyes, those bewitching ruby gems, all arousal seemed to wither with the poison afflicted there. His heart lurched, uncomfortably hard as it thrashed against his ribs. The boy watched her in silence, his posture not changed but for to lick his dried chops in an anxious swipe.
Her voice was no longer sing-song, sweet and demanding, but barbed with lines of hatred, lines of fury and pain. And her eyes brimmed with unshed crystal. Her question hung in the air between them like a scythe, threatening to fall and behead him at any minute. Tensed muscle quivered slightly, and the blade nicked just below his fur, the quick bite of pain enough to pull the boy from the depths of his swallowing confusion, as the age-old instinct bound to survival gave him clarity. Crisp, clear, corrupt clarity.
He really, really didn't want to die.
" Lady..." His voice cracked slightly, and his throat felt like the desert, a vast and barren place where thoughts swarmed in clouds but could not be born into words, " Lady, don't... Please don't cry."
And he was filled with a shame so bottomless it yawned like a chasm, right down into his soul. He hadn't meant to make her cry. Oh, god, oh god, he REALLY didn't want to die.
" I'm sorry, lady, don't cry. Please don't."
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