[M] - I was prepared to take it all

Itachi Lykoi · 01-05-2011, 08:24 AM

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Did not really have time to write this ; ; but i tried! It was a bit rushed, so diofsjdfsd! sswm 638

His breath remained moderate in comparison to her, though only because she had a clearer idea of what they both were moving towards. Perhaps it was his hybrid genes that tricked the little princess into seeing a more mature creature than who really was seated before her. The young prince preferred to think of himself as a ripe youth, many lengths ahead of those of his same age. Yet, he really remained a child, at least in this sense. The Lykoi could not guess what the pretty pixie girl was doing to him, but had eventually, after long consideration and bewilderment, decided that he thought he liked the direction of this. The heart asked for pleasure first, and though it was more or less carnal, it made him so open minded about the girl with the deep blue pools and a face so easy to adore. Yes, he could easily give into this mystical temptress if she continued to treat him like this

To touch another was strange, but he drew sweet contentment from it, surprisingly. His breath was slowly picking up to match a pace similar to hers though, as he found that there was indeed a fire in her. The experience of her hand in motion along his golden pelt was nothing less than lovely, and he was taken aback by the additional amount of warmth that bloomed under her soft palm. The lonely smile that he had attempted to grant before was slowly creeping back, as his feelings about her quickly changed. It was carnal touch that brought the boy around as he found that this interaction was only pleasant and enduring. It was strange to know that he had wished her away when he first caught her frame in dirty glass, for she brought forth sparks in him that he had only known in gray hues whenever he looked to the pale queen of Anathema’s underground wolves.

Her hand settled above his paler chest, above his heart, and he could feel it pulse against her, wishing to be caressed. Could her gentle fingertips feel the slight increase of pace from the organ trapped within its prison of bones? The roses that bloomed on the edges of the two corners of her smiles were lovely, and his heart offered a spur of staccato beat. Her complimenting words brought no blush back to his pale face, but his smile grew, though remained perhaps just a bit more innocent that it should, seeing that this was a new series of sensations that he did not know would lead him into deeper temptation. The greed had already started to pulse within his mentality, and there was no way he would stop such a lovely blooming stir within. She liked him, and he found that he could say the same words back without a taste of dishonesty, but he did not the moment to speak back.

With hands rose to her strangely attractive frame now. Itachi knew the basic rules of attraction, and he liked to watch those who were easy on the eye, but this was something else. He desired to touch her, and pale palms with the mere touch of a sun found her sculpture to be lovely at the touch. Fingers rose to her blushing cheeks, stroking their colour adoringly. Deep sunsets held his heated intrigue. He was not afraid of her anymore, and it was strange to think that he ever had been. His senses could not grant him enough of her spirit. It was not enough to simply gaze upon her delicious form anymore, and the thickest ice had been broken the moment he had touched her the first time and she had turned to possess magic. Fingers continued to slide down her slim, silvery throat and down to her sweetly curved chest.

China Rose Lykoi · 01-05-2011, 10:17 AM

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it was lurvely, rushed or no <3
wc: 5+
SoSuWriMo: 610

Perhaps she should have made clearer note of the surprising naivety of his gaze, but China was lost already to the deep stirring tides of enthrallment. She could feel his heart pumping beneath her palm, and it was intoxicating. The most peculiar feeling had crawled under her skin, nestled within each sense, till she could not just feel the organ's continual and timeless beat, but really truly feel it. Inside her very bones. Somewhere, within, hers matched the reckless pace of youth, but his - His was steady and clear, the beating of a single war-drum. Strong. Alive.

In age, they were not so separate - The passage of moons which marked the time that she had walked this earth before him meant very, very little to the Lykoi princess. In all manners of maturity, it may have been argued in face that he was the elder of the pair. But in this, she was the sorceress; This was her game. She, alone, knew each fall of the dice. But in this, the girl was obnoxiously ignorant. For all the exposure she may have had, China was yet an unbloomed bud, pristine and pure as the white snow. This made her feel unaccountably shy. Where he had gained some sort of inner confidence, hers was gradually being sapped away with each tentative brush of the boy's artistic hand.

Startlingly, from the depths of her melting mind sprang the conscious thought that none, not even Kaena, not even her beloved sisters, knew where she was. None of them knew this place. And, with a certainty that lent her strength, China assured herself that none of them knew this boy. He was hers - Her little secret.

Never did she pause to consider that the blade could fall both ways.

His hand rose to her smiling face, and her eyes fluttered shut, head tilting just slightly so as to rest against those seeking fingers. Yes, she like him. His touch reminded her of what she had lost, in coming to this place. It reminded her of who she was, and what she wanted. But more, she liked to look upon him, for he was as pleasing a creature as any she had seen. She liked the sound of his voice, and she liked that he used it very, very little. Mostly, she liked the way he looked at her with those chaotic eyes, like she was a present to be unwrapped, or a puzzle to be solved. It made the simple girl feel complex, beautiful. Special.

His touch trailed down her throat to the hollow where the blood gurgled merrily, leaping out towards his seeking fingers. Lower still, over the rise of her collarbone. A tremble, untamed, shivered through her sylphie form. She had lost the ability to think clearly, above the punctuation of soft inhales and the tumultuous pace of her pulse. Smile was replaced with a look of clear intensity, as though a moment of clarity had struck her. The palm that had lingered on his chest lifted now to cover his own roving fingers, and guided the boy's hand to one smallish breast. Beneath it ran her own heartbeat, faster than his, pumping against her birdcage ribs as though it wished to meet his palm. Her eyes were feverbright as they watched him. "Feel it?" The girl's whisper was conspiratory, as though she were offering him a ripe secret, something rare and forbidden, "You made it race like that." A devious smile flirted with her flushed features, unruly strands of short-cropped hair dancing about angelic face.

The brittle breeze continued to bluster, but she didn't feel the cold anymore.

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Itachi Lykoi · 01-05-2011, 12:31 PM

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rar! sswm 557

No words of complain rose. Instead she seemed as devoted as him at the strange, nerving moment they shared. He was amazed by the smooth silky feel as he pressed his hands gently against her, fingers exploring and searching. He watched with quiet awe as light lids shut out the shades of cerulean skies. He mourned them the moment they were hidden away, but lived on with the assurance that they would return to meet dusk and dawn. The boy thought he could have his gaze fixed for hours upon this angelic face. She was a present; a gift with sparkling, sweet deceit hiding something he craved. He wished to discover its contents, and was slowly feeling the water, enjoying the form of whatever lay waiting for him within. The boy was an excited child on Christmas Eve, with expectations high though his wishes remained abstract. There was knowledge that he would get what he wanted though, and instead of calming his alert nerves, it made him crave harder.

Fingers hesitated only slightly as the beautiful sculpture stirred gently under his expressing fingers. Did the frost still hunt her heated form? He found the possibility strange, but would not hesitate to warm the princess if such words would rise again. He had learned that her words were wise, for she must have known that after a first touch, it was as a drug; he could not stop. Would not stop. An elegant, feminine palm settled on top of his hand, leading it safely to the timid curve where a living heart pulsed underneath with its fast, hectic rhythm. Her eyes revealed that lovely colour once again, though there was a different shine. The glossy twinkle inspired him to recall stars, draw in lovely memories that in some way could summarize how he felt. Excitement without contentment, starvation without hunger.

The boy nodded. He could feel it, and it would remain his secret. The distinct experience of how her heart reached out to him through skin and bone. It was extraordinary. Carnal greed steered his fingers, coaxing them on as he caressed the area, touching the fence as he sought the organ safely installed below silk. His smile stretched as spring turned to summer, and even deep scarlet held traces of the joy he harboured. An unwilling victim squirmed and crawled away, but she wanted this too, did she not? ”Do you like it?” he asked, continuing to draw excitement from her words. Its ecstatic rhythm was his creation, and he wanted to claim it as his. Again, she unleashed her toxic smile, and he was poisoned with cupid’s drugs, feeling the dangerous matter infest every vein running through his evolving body.

The hand not clasped by hers rose to stroke against her lovely locks, claws exceedingly careful as they rowed through silky seas of coal. She was too lovely for him. He was flawed and defect within, and she was so pure and unspoiled. He wanted more of this; for dissatisfaction grew the longer he lingered with sparse, slow movement. He had thought touching her lightly would be enough, but the urge to go on with this continued to tempt him further in his quest to explore the young girl’s well shaped form. But what was he supposed to do? Why was this not enough?

China Rose Lykoi · 01-05-2011, 10:00 PM

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wc: 5+
SoSuWriMo: 522

It was a secret moment, one that would only be darkened by knowledge, tarnished by latter thought. In the here and now, it was essence of sheer purity. She forgot about all else but him, trapped as they were in this peculiar transcendental spiral of wants and needs. This was a steep learning curve for the boy, but he seemed to be handling it excessively well, with the utmost intensity in those blooming rose eyes. China felt as if she knew him in this space, or at least that she knew who she was. It seemed unimportant to seek further familiarity than the body warmth they presently shared.

He nodded, and the numbed hand beneath her palm took on a life of its own. Slender body arched slightly to the tantalizing touch, willfully pressing further into his hand, the smile on her face faded in replacement of a shallow gasp. Eyes, however, remained the same - Deep and still, lingering on the face of the boy as he set to playing with her pixie body. The hand that had lingered over his own know joined in a duet with its accomplice, trailing up youthfully muscles arms, entwining fingers in a dainty manacle clasp at the back of his neck. What wondrous things his touch was doing to her; What an ethereal day this had quickly become. Had he feared her, minutes ago? Or had it been hours? Time slid past her like tides in deep water. Maybe it had only been seconds.

One wily hand had risen to toy with her hair. She could feel the tips of sharp claws brushing, so gently, so carefully through granite locks, and shivered slightly. Her body felt tense, but pleasantly so - Drawn tight like the string of a well oiled bow. What innocent explorations they made were just the beginning for her, just the start of a hungering that simmered deep within freshly adult flesh. A soft sound, not a whimper, nor a sigh, but a mixture of both escaped from delicate maw.

They had reached a point of no return. From here, innocence teetered precariously. This felt natural, and right, for her - But was it so for him? Words brought back slightly glazed Lapis Lazuli, the beat of her pulse leaping gaily to that dangerously gentle voice. "Oh, yes," And in this moment, the organ was his, all his, should he wish to claim it. But not forever, for the fickle nature is a wayward one, and without his presence to hold its attention her misspoken heart would stray. She would forget the strength of the love she felt for him here, and would find pleasure in the flesh of another, surely. The only way to keep her adoration would be to keep her near, a canary in a cage, songless but beautiful.

Time for evolution to emerge from this cradle of tender caresses. Blushed fingers rose to twine within the unruly locks of pale gold, guiding his head down to hers. Small nose moved to brush, as hopefully it would, against his own, as lithe body edged closer beneath teasing palms.

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Itachi Lykoi · 01-05-2011, 11:20 PM

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rar! sswm 1318

He was ready to abandon thought and let the angelic temptress toss him out into stormy waters; to drown in this sea as he had in the depths of her eyes. He had believed them to hold summer skies, but what they really his were endless pools that would draw him deeper and deeper until his body was not his own. Perhaps the boy loved her at this moment; deceived by the sweet taste of hormones overpowering his young virgin frame for the first time. He was worse than a drunk, for he was not minimized into a trembling heap of unintelligible mass. He flew, soared above everything he had known at the touch of this treacherous female that had led him into the scarlet path of temptation. His rose hues had turned into a sparkling fire, licking greedy against the orbs in pursuit of freedom beyond. He wished to scold her with warmth as she had him, and whatever restraints had kept him hesitant were dissolving as he sank deeper and watched a distant bridge burn brightly, recognizing it breached. He could not go back, only forwards. There was no reason to exist, for every nerve screamed for this.

He wanted to break through her ribcage and retrieve the living animal kept there, lock it away and stroke it with bloodied fingers of unaltered greed. Instead his fingers continued to revel at the touch of her young breast, finding the fine sculpt attractive against his sensitive palm. Her body was ever willing, pressing against the motion and offering him what he desired. Ah, if only he could recognize it; if only he could open his eyes and see the answer written before his blushing gaze. Her own fingers entwining in the fluffy fur about his neck, so lovely as they rubbed against his skin. Never had he anticipated such sensitivity in that area, but her finger tips brought fire to him, one that he would never want extinguished. There was a party moving along his spine, lighting every nerve there was and spreading a beautiful toxin in glorious waves of strange delight. Heart pounded through every fibre of his being, and he could not understand how she could urge his dormant heart to race at such a speed without physical exhaustion turning muscles into trembling jelly.

These were new shores she revealed to him, but he wanted deeper, into the depths of those pool in the search of an end to the depths that did not exist. Her words gave birth to the loveliest sound he had been granted the pleasure to hear, ”Oh, yes.”. How could h e have known that she held the key to absolution? She was a mere stranger—he did not even know her name, nor did she know hers. She had successfully invaded his heavily guarded fortress, parading through water and fire and solid walls. She had yet to break into the depths of his mind, and that would remain a difficult task still, but his body roared with compliance to her presence. There bloomed a light guiding tug, and he could not do anything but oblige to this. He was beyond the point where thought was simple, and whatever she was leading him, he knew it was where he wanted to be. Blushing sunset orbs drank her without the slightest of echoes of the doubts that had stuffed him earlier, and it seemed to long ago. Fingers continued to explore her slim frame, his greed manifesting through his blooming movement. There was not enough of her. He wanted more.

The tips of their muzzles touched, and a wave of something indefinable struck him senseless for a moment, and he pressed his face against hers, following simple instinct that should not have been called out at such an age. Salmon tongue leaped out as his smiling lines parted slightly, tasting the edge of her muzzle in vivid expectation. The fingers that so softly had combed her hair had settled by the lovely silken sheets of fur on her neck, unwilling to allow her to draw away from him if the thought was ever to occur to her. He wanted more than the organ pumping her full of boiling blood. It dawned on her that he wished to possess all of her. His movement nearly seemed to own urgency as he pushed against her, the minimal distance between them forced slimmer. Whether it was part of her plan or not, his carnal logic demanded that she ‘d deliver what she’d sold. The hand that had caressed her breast wished to linger, but there were different greeds battling for his hands and attention. He wished for her closeness; starved for the strange, sensational warmth that she so willingly offered. He did not need to understand as long as he could acquire more to soothe his ever growing lust.

The hand leaped behind her back, edging her form closer to his, though he was already there, not even willing to meet her half way. There was no patience in him, only the eternal hunger that he sought to soothe but did not know how to. All he did was to add grand amounts of fuel of the blasting fire. Oxygen seemed to be devoured by their inner flames, for he had to draw his breaths deeply. It did not worry him; this strange insignificant detail. Breathing was automated anyway, for the boy had far too much interesting going on to be able to pay proper attention to the building changes in her body. He loved the carnal affection she so willingly provided him with, and their strange excitement seemed to feed off each other, though kept building up instead of getting terminated. Nothing was natural about the way he currently felt, though it was just what it was. Natural responses when the right signals had been exchanged between the two creatures of opposite genders. He pushed on; willing to obtain a stronger position than this. His upper body coached hers backwards, down towards dirty floor marred with dust and wear. He could not care less about their current surroundings, for she was currently the one that dominated the world.

The hand by her neck abandoned its post, greedily trailing down the front of her frame to massage against the sweet curve whose side lacked a heart. Still, he could feel the steady rhythm of the organ beat through her, or perhaps it was his own thundering pace that kept him fooled. It did not matter—nothing mattered as long as he could press his frame against hers and experience shimmering silver silk beneath his fingers. Her scent was strangling her with its flowery sweetness. He revelled at its content, wondering how every season’s lovelies odours could be bestowed into one single creature. Deep ruby red was drunk on the wine it stole its colours from. It was a wonderful experience of existence, this, and ever thought of a pale queen in a faraway land had vanished as his attention was held strictly and toyed with by the beautiful princess with the blushing face and lovely white smile. He knew what he felt—did she feel it too? The heat dancing between their bodies and the irresistible hunger sending a wild fire of need along her skin? Could she feel it like he did?

The young prince prayed so, for there was no reason better to die for than this. He was unaware of customs and rituals connected to the unforeseen activity he was moving into, so his pages were blank and he followed the urges of a body suddenly starved for carnal desires. How he had managed not to pay attention to this lack of contact in the past could not be answered, but he sought relief in her, though how, how? Ever touch brought to and fro fuelled the growing fire.

China Rose Lykoi · 01-06-2011, 03:29 AM

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SoSuWriMo: 719

There was such an urgency building between them that she could feel it, tangible flames licking against her skin, spiting the cold breath of winter beyond. This felt like rebellion, and to a child who had grown up without a need for it, the act was as addictive as the drugs she smoked. But nothing that felt so good could ever be wrong - That was what Juniper Peace had taught China Rose, the utter beauty of self-liberation, the act of seeking pleasure in spite of societal construct. She cared little for his age, for his name, for his pack. For him, she cared greatly, but that was the way of these fleeting moments. Perhaps one day, enlightened, this would be seen as sin. But now it felt right. More, it felt necessary. His touch had built her up, and there was the keen blade-edge of a need now, something that needed to be fulfilled before she could again grasp sane thought.

The boy must have felt likewise, for he did not resist the gentle pressure of her hands, tan fingers lost now in the wild mane of pale gold. Their noses touched, just slightly, and she could see it - The tipping of chemicals in his eyes, the clifftop spiraling away as they plunged into the deep of it. A rough pink tongue rewarded her efforts, and she released a delighted peal of laughter, a surprisingly sultry sound from one so perfectly pristine.

His hand was at her neck, surprisingly firm. Gone was the boy's wary hesitance. It seemed he, too, had come to know that this was not all there was. His grip was surprisingly strong on such a fragile, sensitive area, and thrill - not fear, not that, but thrill - raced through her heady frame. The freedom that was her divine right seemed startled by the suddenness of his possession, but China did not care. She wanted to be claimed (for now, anyway), and if he was bold enough to try, then let him. She belonged to no one, and without a doubt, her heart probably never would. The organ was too arbitrary for that sort of devotion, too frivolous to be held but by force.

She loved, oh yes. She loved them all, each decrepit and wasted fool. But to be owned, now, that was something different.

She allowed herself to be temporarily tamed; the pleasant weight of his heavier frame coaxed her backwards, a pretense of submission to the boy's riled affections. The ground was cold against her spine and almost instantly she arched, claiming the warm of his body until at last the ground succumbed to the heat her slender form emanated. Lying there, one leg still tangled about his body, she gaze up with potent eyes - Rounded pupils were full and intoxicated, mouth parted slightly in a smooth, lazy smile.

He was impatient. Warm palms scoured her body again, finding pert breast with single-minded intent. She cooed softly as lucid body swam like liquid to his touch, cerulean eyes feral and deviant with desire. Hands that had been lost in hair now glided about that young form, to his chest, then the soft planes of his stomach. The fur there was very soft, and she glided her fingers through it lovingly.

There was power, here, a power she held over him. Her body was worshiped by those young hands. There was a power, here.

Also, there was something in his eyes, something she had been aware of but had ignored till now. China was unsure of where it came from, but her teasing hands stilled their downwards progress, her body falling still beneath that delightful touch, although it cried agony as such indignation. Much as she craved him, the wizened Lykoi instincts had stirred in her fevered blood, and demanded now to be heard. She held his gaze, held it hard, pinned it with those deviant slanted eyes. "Do you want me?" Spoken in a sinful whisper, the words were a pledge, a silent contract. All that was left now was for him to sign away his loyalty. This was the fee that must be paid. "Do you love me?" That enchanting smile. She could give him everything, but it came with this price. Love was such a deceptive word.

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Itachi Lykoi · 01-07-2011, 11:12 AM

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<3 Sorry for the wait ;_; 300+

Her intoxicated skies had functioned as encouragement for the boy for some time now, though his hormones would soon built up a instinctual courage to let him continue on his own, with or without her cooperation. While his mind was virginal in its processing, his body had realized the chemical signals that had existed for some while now. It sought pleasure; sought redemption for the urges it felt, and Itachi was only happy to oblige, knowing that he was moving in the right way now, blissfully aware that this would be considered sinful by most, especially as he possessed the knowledge that the heated blood coursing through both entities had been granted by the same source. Perhaps instinct knew that this was wrong, but the boy was not organized enough to pay heed to the subtle reminders that were given to him on this matter. There was too much going on for him to pay attention to everything. It was just natural for him to focus on the carnal hunger alone and leave borderline subjects be.

She willingly let her back settle against the worn wooden floor, and he watched her, revelled in the princess’ beauty as she lay there, watching him with her lovely cerulean hues. Her question did not interrupt his march. His muzzle sank to her form to linger close above her lovely neck.”Yes,” he whispered into the pixie’s ear, smile forever present though there was solemn urgency anchored within the blushing sunsets. It was beyond clear that the boy wanted this girl, in form of greedy hands, starving gaze and a stiffness building up within his loins. The one word sentence was repeated as she asked a question that he otherwise would have been answer to give a similar answer to in any state but this she had brought on him today. ”Yes.” He loved the hues of blue, the elegant dance of silver and blushing auburn contrasting his pale golden features. Was there anything not to love here?

China Rose Lykoi · 01-08-2011, 05:44 AM

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ooc: one day libri. one whole day you made me wait. not good enough. (<3)
oh, um. artistically phrased naughtiness in the below post and probably from now on, any unwary viewer. don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. :I
wc: 3+
SoSuWriMo: 383

She could feel his spirit succumbing to hers, crumbling to the desperate want she conjured within him. A strange emotion raced through veins pumped thick by hot blood. What was this feeling? This feeling of triumph? Hunger gnawed through her center, clawing out through her muscles, as his weight leaned into her. Hot breath tickled one ear as the boy voiced his reply, and there is was again, that delicious thickening of her life fluid, the sweet drug of success. She had won the game, and now it was time for her to claim her prize.

His admission was all she needed to hear. She could feel his growing arousal, and it summoned her own, the two of them strung tightly together by this alien experience. Her toned legs moved to allow him more access, to allow for more meshing of gold and silver, as feet twined about him, pulling him nearer to her craven flesh.

This was the point of sin - This feeling. She knew it not for what it was, but he did, and he seemed unable to care. They were beyond that, hurtling towards the destruction of goodness, embracing the darkness that whispered sweet seduction to young and trembling bodies. This was the sacrificial lamb led willingly to alter. Like a blood stain, his memory would remain splashed across her, seeping in. There could be no going back.

Hands eased down his body, knowing without knowing where they needed to go. Creamy neck was bare to the lingering presence of his maw, the sensual curve of her throat leaping with blood. It pulsed through her like electricity, until her skin tingled at any contact, at the slightest slide of his body against hers. Seeking fingers found what they willed, and desire rushed through her. She knew what was to be done here, unlike him, but China found herself surprisingly nervous. What if there was pain? What if there was no magic, and if the entirety of her belief in this sharing of love was unfounded, a crude faux pas of the symbolic freedom she so desperately clung to?

Too late to go back. Too late. Nimble fingers guided him to the gateway of ecstasy. Her body tensed itself, preparing for invasion, while her glazed mind raced to catch up.

_{*FADE OUT* - After doing the naughty, China and Itachi awkwardly split ways and head back to their packs, neither having learned the others' name.}

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