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Barrett · 05-31-2011, 01:01 AM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Private for Kiki!! Set @ McNamara's Landing.

Several days had passed since the coffee coloured yearling had seen another 'Soul. For all the hustle and bustle around the old manor, the western and southern reaches of the Dreamers' territory didn't seem to receive much traffic. He found several transient scents passing through the area, but these probably belonged to stalking hunters and travellers en route to AniWaya or the coast. Few settled or socialised here; none of the smaller landmarks compared to the mecca that was Haven Manor. And that was just how Barrett liked it. It wasn't that he hated everyone or felt like too much of an outsider to bunk there--au contraire, he felt pretty at home after his recent encounter with Ehno and found the notion of 'company on demand' rather splendid--he just required more personal space and privacy than the average Dreamer.

Of all the places he'd explored so far, he liked this one best. The crumpled, rusted shell of a crash-landed jet plane provided adequate cover from the elements and seemed reasonably secluded despite being a short jaunt from the borders. At a lope he could reach the manor within two hours; as an added bonus, it wasn't so far out of the way that commuting to Halifax would become a substantial burden. And hell, if McNarama ever suddenly spiked in popularity, he'd have no qualms about packing up shop and moving elsewhere. He'd only invested minimal energy getting cozy and settled in: two cushioned, reclining seats were uprighted and made to face one another in the back near a window (so he could kick up his feet and peer outside) and a cot was set up and fixed with some blankets for night.

Smoking on Crimson Dreams territory was something he'd sought to avoid thus far, but after two full days of solitude Barrett was feeling bold enough to christen his industrial abode with a proper toke. He sat back in his impromptu La-Z-Boy and watched through half-lidded eyes as squirrels and other critters scurried about outside, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Thin tendrils of smoke curled away from his fingertips and collected in a cloud above his head, trapped by the plane's roof (which was miraculously intact this far to the rear). Pressing thoughts concerning work yet to be done around Auburn and Hillsboro melted away as he surrendered himself to the high, but by the time the joint was gone he found himself smacking his lips together thirstily. Fortunately, a small tributary of the Lenape was not five minutes away.

After exerting a great mental effort, he finally convinced himself to rise from that magical seat which had grown ten times more comfortable over the past twenty minutes. He stretched languidly, shook his head as if to dispel the haze like morning rain, and sauntered out of the plane down to the spring's banks. He plopped down on his knees and bent over awkwardly to drink, but by the time the refreshing liquid touched his parched tongue he couldn't care less about how silly he looked. He slurped down nearly a pint over the next minute, then fell back with a very satisfied expression planted upon his face.

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Ghita Marino · 06-02-2011, 03:53 AM

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Word Count→442—A bit scattered at first, but I think I managed to get out something readable. I assumed Barrett was on his back, looking up; I can change it if he's not!

Maybe it was strange for the Marino woman to be caught so far away from the Manor, especially with the dull ache that remained in her now-healed knee, but she had regained an urge to explore the Dreamer land without second thought — her natural wanderlust had been subdued since the incident at Ol' Red. There was no real regret when it came down to it; she'd saved her precious niece from what would have been an awful incident, and though she'd suffered months with an inability to leave the confines of her home, it had been a worthwhile gesture. That time had passed, however, and she had gathered up her wild urges in order to explore again the territory she had almost forgotten. As she did every morning, she tidied the room shared with the hulking Jazper Knight, checking on each of their five children in turn; much to her distress, Sophia wasn't home, though she never expected anything else. Her chores finished, she moved slowly down the stairs and out into the fresh air.

The trek across the Dreamer land was easy and pleasant, turquoise eyes searching the landmarks for interesting points of interest. Everything seemed in place, and the farther from the manor she traveled, the less members of her extended family were seen. By the time she had reached the landing sight, there was no one. Or so she assumed. Closer inspection, and a keen sense of smell, alerted her to a vaguely familiar scent. Sure, it'd been nearly two years since she'd first met the handsome hybrid who'd introduced her to what she'd managed to catch on the air, but she wouldn't deny that she'd partaken in it on her own since then. She didn't expect, however, that a member of her family — or one of the new members — had started the habit. Curiosity gaining the best of her, the Italian wolf followed the trail with a bit of difficulty, leaving the scene of the wreck itself in order to find the edge of the river.

It was there, flopped back upon the greening grass, that she found the source — a young man, mottled pelt colored a brilliant shade of dark chocolate brown, gave the sky quite the contented look. One eyebrow rose, black lined lips twisting in an amused grin. "Has the sky done something good for you today?" She'd long since become fluent in the English language common to her new home, but the tinges of her native tongue still wrapped around the edges of each word as they entered the air. Behind her, the dual-tone tail she sported swayed absently in the air.

Barrett · 06-03-2011, 12:52 AM

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Works for me ^^ For reference on phosphenes: Wikipedia

Barrett closed his eyes as he laid along the shore; one hand absently stroked the cool grasses that cushioned his body while he listened to the gurgle and sputter of the stream. He traced the faintly coloured, swirling patterns that danced behind his eyelids, always amazed at just how responsive the phosphenes' movements were to external stimuli and internal thoughts alike. While not nearly so pronounced as they were under the influence of stronger drugs, they were just prominent enough that he could have a good time playing around with them so long as he kept his eyes shut.

All of a sudden a new scent tickled his nose, registering as a dissonant swirl of yellow against the rhythmic reds, greens, and blues that spawned from the flowing water and regular movements of his hand. His eyes fluttered open at the disturbance, but he was still smiling as the phosphenes dissolved in the brightness of the midday sun, manifesting now as strange fluctuations in depth perception rather than unique entities.

Not a minute later a bemused looking Ghita popped into his field of view, and he peered at her blankly as he considered her jesting query. Maybe if it had been several hours later he could have played it cool--his mannerisms really weren't any different whether he was high or sober--but something in the lilt of her voice told him the jig was already up. The sweet stench was simply too strong to be undetectable so soon after smoking, especially to a canine's sensitive nose.

"Hmm..." he considered, "well it's certainly done nothing wrong!" Barrett rolled over and pushed himself off the ground, dusted some loose grass from his pants, and held out his hand. "Barrett," he offered as a means of introduction, his ears sweeping back as a sign of deferment to his elder and superior. Now more than ever he was determined to act like a fine upstanding citizen--something about her tone had suggested she couldn't care less about his habit, but something about her accent also suggested that she was related to he knew who. Although the boy was rather fond of Savina, he still wasn't sure how accepting she'd be of his drug use and he preferred to keep it on the down low around the pack.

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Ghita Marino · 06-09-2011, 12:25 AM

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The Italian woman maintained her smile, turquoise eyes shimmering ever so slightly in the light. She knew well enough what the young man before her had been doing, and it was only proved further by the response given to her question. He rolled himself over and pushed himself from the ground before dusting the grass from his pants and offering a hand; Ghita accepted it with a firm shake, locking his name in the back of her mind for future reference. "Ghita. When did you get here, Barrett?" Her always-present Italian flare to words rolled the sentence off her tongue and into the air, her own greeting used as an attempt to learn more information about him. He certainly was a handsome thing, albeit a young one; somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought of her daughter, Sophia, and made a note to push the girl into socializing more with her pack members.

Leaning forward ever so slightly, she took a deep breath of the air around him. Since the fiasco with Naniko d'Angelo and her niece, Cambria, Ghita had been staunchly against the use of certain narcotic substances that might reach her children or her sister's children, but this smoked thing was not one of them. Since her encounter with the oh-so-handsome Anselm, Ghita had found other ways to get her hands on it, without telling her sister. This encounter seemed a new, much easier outlet for the vice. "Do you have any more?" she murmured, raising one expressive eyebrow as her face came near the younger male's.

Barrett · 06-11-2011, 05:31 PM

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Ghita. That name rung a bell somewhere in his hazy mind, but the chimes burbled underwater and never quite managed to reach the surface. Anselm had mentioned Savina's sister a couple times in passing, but—perhaps because the bronze hybrid had known the sable Consul a full year longer than this blue-eyed belleza, or maybe because Savina was a mutual friend of Barrett's mother and grandfather while Ghita was not—the name hadn't been impressed strongly enough to recall it now, especially while he was more concerned with acting like a half-decent member of society. Thankfully, she hardly seemed the type to place him under citizen's arrest.

“Got in maybe a week ago,” he replied. He was about to babble on about something else when the older woman drew very close, a move that may have signalled aggression under different circumstances. Barrett didn't anticipate violence from any member of Crimson Dreams, and so while he was not rightly afraid of her approach, his ears fell back and he quickly averted his gaze on instinct. Her suggestive tone caused him to peer back just as fast, a befuddled and amused expression lighting up his face.

“A little back at the plane; a lot more at the garage,” he crooned, winking with an impish swish of his tail. Her action seemed more flirtatious—less dangerous—in retrospect, although he could not decide if it was him or the notion of doing something rebellious and naughty she found more appealing. “You interested?” he asked casually, figuring whether she was looking for a personal supply or a quick toke, he would have it covered. What he didn't figure was she might recognise the garage he alluded to, or that suave tongue he apparently inherited from his grandfather.

Ghita Marino · 06-23-2011, 11:02 PM

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She had no way to know that the handsome man before her held ties to the handsome man of her past, the one met at the garage who introduced her to the unique scented herb in this young man's possession. Despite the lack of knowledge of such a thing, Barrett caused the woman's mind to harken back to such a time. Anselm had been little more than a comfortable acquaintance, but the few times spent in the company of the de le Poer were certainly pleasurable. More so than the present.

He answered her first question without much hesitation, though his ears fell back as she leaned forward. Ghita found the act almost adorable, a bit innocent despite his age. Of course, it didn't last. As she asked about his stock, new colors entered his face, lighting them up with confusion and amusement all in the same fell swoop. Again, he wasn't shy in answering; he had a little more in the ruins of the plane, and a lot more at 'the garage'. Her head twisted subtly, her smile growing with the playful wink and subtle flirting. It was, of course, wrong of her to accept the tone and actions; her mate would certainly not have approved, but Jazper wasn't there and she had found their intimacy waning. At heart, Ghita Marino was a wild woman.

Her head nodded affirmatively as he asked if she was interested. "Of course I am." One hand fell to rest on her hip while the other reached out to rest ever-so-gentle atop his shoulder, the sudden familiarity going unnoticed by the woman as she committed it. "You just lead the way, dolce come il miele." A wink graced her turquoise eyes.

Barrett · 06-24-2011, 12:52 AM

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Barry inhaled sharply at her unexpected touch, his gaze following the sweep of her other hand as it came to rest on her hip, a motion which drew a lot of attention to her waist and other curves. This was no motherly pat on the shoulder! Was she really into him, or was she just fucking with him because he was high? The mottled boy had been doing half decent, he thought—speaking coherently, processing whatever was going on, not getting needlessly distracted—but now he found his brain sort of short circuiting, perhaps due to a diversion of blood flow to other areas.

That dolce was encouraging. He did not speak Italian, but he did know a bit of Spanish. The two languages could be nearly indistinguishable when spoken. Dulce meant “sweet” in Español, so while he did not comprehend exactly she said, he understood it to be a playful term of endearment. Play it cool, man. Without another moment's hesitation, he raised his dark hand to take hers and gently lead them in the direction of his humble abode. (Humble? Perhaps refugee-style was more accurate.) With a bit of graceful flourish, he spun her in a quick dance that carried her naturally to one of the cushioned seats he had set up.

After snatching up his bag, the male sat in the chair opposite hers and began to rummage through its jumbled contents. His ears had fallen back while he looked, but soon they pressed forward—he'd found what he was looking for. “Here we are,” he said, deftly popping a pre-rolled joint in his mouth and lighting it in one smooth motion. He drug on it just long enough to make sure it wouldn't extinguish, then passed it easily to his sky-eyed companion. Their seats were very close; usually he stretched out across them both while he was alone. Somehow, he didn't think she'd mind.

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Ghita Marino · 06-27-2011, 01:31 AM

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She was, for the most part, oblivious to the effect of her actions on the younger male; that didn't mean she wasn't vaguely hoping, of course. Sure, she had a mate. Sure, she had five children. Silvano had boosted his aunt's confidence with his complimenting words about her age, or lack thereof, and all the other factors were moot for the moment. Anyways, what was a little flirting? Nothing earth-shattering, just a bit of play. Guilt was tossed out the window for the time being. She had something she wanted in sight, and it was through her nonexistent wily charms that she would receive it.

Surprise entered her field of emotions as he took her hand, leading her ever-so-carefully back to the ruins of the plane — it was even more surprising when, out of nowhere, she was spun on her feet and gracefully placed near a soft seat. A mirthful laugh escaped her jaws as she sat, turquoise eyes flickering with intrigue in the charming man. As he sat across from her, she leaned forward, resting on elbow on her knee in order to prop up her head; oh, how she felt young again, partaking in the more juvenile exploit of sneaking drugs behind her sister's back.

The fun began promptly as Barrett lit one of the somewhat-familiar rolled bunches of the interesting plant. She watched as he placed it in his mouth, sucking on it long enough to create a subtle smolder before offering it to his older companion. Ghita grinned, placing it between her lips with a delicate gesture; the action brought back memories of another man, though certainly not one as young. "So you came here recently, hm? How are you liking Crimson Dreams, bel ragazzo?" Her body shifted to lean back slightly, eyes remaining fixed on him for a moment longer before passing back the smoldering joint.

Barrett · 06-29-2011, 12:21 AM

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Whee, consensual PP for the win. XD

They were sitting so close; his leg kept brushing against hers. While it wasn't a deliberate or conscious action, it affected him deeply on another level. Maybe it was silly, but the teen usually kept his hands to himself and expected others to do the same. Her light touch before, their holding hands, and now this—in some abstract way, it was a sign of trust and acceptance. It afforded the pair an instant sense of familiarity... though perhaps the drug helped.

Barrett watched as she inhaled and licked his lips, which tasted of burnt paper and fresh herb. The smoke traced hazy lines along the contours of her face, but the tendrils were lost in a turbulent cloud as she began to speak. He blinked dreamily; the words themselves had only barely registered. “Mm, lots of charm and very beautiful,” he replied ambiguously. Crimson Dreams was charming and the lands were lovely—but truthfully, he wasn't thinking of the pristine lake, rolling hills, and quaint familial atmosphere when he crafted his response.

Somehow, she probably knew. He reached for the joint as she made to pass it to him, but strangely, when he went to accept it she pulled back. His ears fell and he looked puzzled; had she decided she wanted another hit right away? He waited. Nothing happened. Her eyes glinted mischievously as she leaned forward again, but he missed it and went in as if nothing had happened. She simply grinned and pulled it back once more. Aha; so this was the game, huh? He frowned in mock frustration, but the thump of his tail against the seat betrayed him.

The wolf leaned forward again, stretching as far as he could without getting out of his seat. “Aww, common,” he muttered as she playfully held it overhead. Barry finally rose to his feet, straining over her and half-straddling her legs, with one hand on an arm rest for balance and the other reaching for the smouldering smoke. This was, perhaps, the laziest game of keep away ever; but like a fish, she was reeling him right in. Her body lifted off the seat to move it further from his grasp, all while his lowered over top her to try to pin her down so she couldn't retreat with it more.

He huffed softly, swinging one leg over hers to join his other and finally planting himself on her lap. That ought to solve that. He gently pulled her arm closer so he might have his fix at last, but finally she relented and held it to his lips so he could take a hit. He heaved a contented sigh and shifted around; he was already here, he might as well get comfortable.

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Ghita Marino · 07-02-2011, 12:21 AM

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Totally a bad post in comparison to yours. VERY SMALL AMOUNT OF PP already approved by Zero.

It didn't escape Ghita's ears that he spoke of Crimson Dreams in queer terms; Charming and beautiful, her pack lands? What a silly thought — how could land be charming? It took quite some time for her to realize that perhaps, just perhaps, Barrett was not commenting on the land at all. Could it have been that he spoke instead of his older female companion? Oh, that might have been it. That might have been it indeed. Her gentle, friendly grin transformed quite quickly, from something of vague innocence to a seductive twirl of the lips. Men were always fun, always amusing, always a source of entertainment regardless of age — the seeming wane in Jazper's affections as of late didn't help the current desire to wrap the handsome young Barrett up in a compromised web.

And that was when the game began.

Though she'd offered him the smouldering joint willingly, she pulled it back as he came near — a teasing match of marijuana cat-and-mouse that she knew she'd win in the end. Of course, that was because she wasn't truly a participant; she controlled the moment, as Barrett leaned as far as he could without leaving his seat, rising with a subtly whined mutter after a moment. Still, it was kept from his grasp, at least until he settled on her lap. Turquoise eyes twinkled slightly as she relented, offering the herbal distraction to the man while she planned her next move. It didn't take long before she shoved (yes, shoved) Barrett from her lap and onto the cot nearby.

He fell onto the worn bed easily, followed by the Marino woman's curvier frame; she settled near his legs, letting her own fall to either side of the thin mattress. "I wouldn't say 'beautiful', dolcezza, but maybe molto bello." One eye closed in a playful wink as her upper body leaned forward to allow her elbows to rest on the cot; all the while, their shared joint dangled from her black-lined lips lazily.

Barrett · 07-05-2011, 07:45 PM

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Pppt. You can do more than that with him. XD He's pretty much yours at this point anyway LOL

Just as he was getting comfortable, he was forcefully ejected from his seat. Her little stunt caused him to stumble backward before gravity took over; owing to dumb luck or a well placed shot on her part, his trajectory carried him squarely to the cot. He landed on his back with a soft oof and watched, wide-eyed, as she positioned herself above him. Once again, doubt surfaced in his mind—was this a reprimand, or...? His ears fell back and he whined softly, pleadingly, and began to gently lick the underside of her chin. “Whatever you say,” he croaked, squirming beneath her.

It occurred to him... maybe she liked this. Maybe she liked toying with him and jerking him around like a puppet. He didn't know exactly what to make of her: she was chock full of surprises; she was so unlike Savina. While the leader was always proper and motherly, her sister was positively wild. Ghita was youthful and aggressive (not in a violent sense, of course), and although she left his foggy mind reeling time and time again, his subconscious seemed better at sorting out what was what. Strangers didn't just touch you; they didn't climb on top of you and wink unless they were interested. It should have been obvious, but Barrett was overwhelmed.

He didn't want to think any more. He couldn't. The proximity of their bodies, the arousing effects of the drug, the scent of her feminine musk, her sultry accent... he could no better resist her advances than a tree could an avalanche. He bumped the underside of her chin again with his nose, careful not to knock the joint out of place. His nuzzles moved lower to the crook of her neck, and his tongue gently flickered along her collarbone, while his hands came to rest on her waist. This wasn't just about submission any more. The healthy bulge in the crotch of his pants removed any doubt.

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Ghita Marino · 07-13-2011, 11:39 AM

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OOC: This is...bad. >.> Sorry. n.n;

Her amusement about the who situation couldn't be contained, and it flooded her features with a cheerful glow as he licked the underside of her chin. Surprisingly, thoughts of Jazper came to the front — she doubted that Jazper would ever offer submission to the Marino woman like Barrett did. That was as far as it went; as soon as she compared the two, the murky features of her forgotten-for-the-moment mate disappeared back into the recesses of her mind. There was no reason to ruin the moment when she was already wound up, after all, and she didn't want to stop and think of the repercussions just yet.

A familiar heat rose between her thighs as she leaned more comfortably over the younger man, arm pressed firmly between his legs to ensure she kept her balance. As Barrett's nose moved farther along her neck, a wanting sigh escaped her, her fingers taking the smouldering joint from her lips to offer her more freedom. Her nose bumped against his cheek gently, nuzzling against him as her body moved — pushing against his hands with her hips, she made to straddle his waist, settling her weight carefully on top of the bulge in his pants. A shiver rolled down her spine as the idea of sex with him entered her mind; with all the eagerness of a free woman, her hand found the bulge and offered it a teasing squeeze (albeit a careful one, since she didn't want to ruin the moment) as her tongue darted out to lick his nose.

Barrett · 07-16-2011, 09:44 PM

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His breath came heavier as she positioned herself above him, and his hips raised to greet the intensifying warmth between her thighs with a light, playful grind. The nuzzles she returned elicited a slow, steady swish of his tail, which tickled the inside of both wolves' legs. All of these things were unconscious gestures; the adolescent knew he was aroused, of course, but he wasn't aware of how physically obvious it was until her hand found his stiffened piece and offered a gentle squeeze. His eyes rolled shut in response to her touch, but the flicker of her tongue across his nose caused those heavy lids to lift again. He could easily scent the burnt herb on her breath.

The joint wasn't completely forgotten just yet, and he sought it out now with a pleading whimper, craning his neck forward such that she might offer it again. He reasoned his hands were too busy to take it himself—sliding up and down her sides in a series of gentle caresses—and it seemed to fit into whatever strange dynamic they had established so far. This far in the game, Barrett wasn't above begging; if that was what she wanted, it was what she would get. He trusted her not to be too cruel.

Ghita Marino · 07-23-2011, 11:43 AM

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>.> Bad post? PP with the shifting positions and taking his hand............and probably some other stuff.

His movements evoked an excited gasp of air from the elder female, sandy tail swaying across his thighs. Turquoise eyes watched his face as she gave him a squeeze and a lick to the nose and she offered an almost childish giggle as he pleaded with her for their shared smouldering herb. Though she was easily distracted by the touch of his hands, she managed to remember the joint in her hand and placed it between his lips after a moment's drag. The smoke was held between her jaws for a long while before she exhaled the weed-tinged air into the fur of the young man's neck, her nose nuzzling against the tender flesh hidden beneath his multi-shaded brown fur.

Her weight was shifted to one side as she rolled herself onto her back, using the momentum to change the positions of herself and the Patrician. With his body above her own, her arm found its way about his shoulders, fingers combing through the lazily unkempt fur she was quickly coming to adore — with the hand kept free, she reached for his own, bringing one padded finger to her lips to give a playful nip to the tip of it.

Barrett · 07-24-2011, 01:41 AM

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Ahahahaha. -Finds this all too hilarious- >_> -Cough- XD

Barrett puffed at the joint hands-free. It was a useful skill in times like these, when his paws were otherwise engaged. His strokes moved lower—copping a feel of a firm buttock here and there, teasing the insides of her thighs with a thumb later—then higher, behind her back, around her sides to her stomach, and then dangerously close to her naughty bits. Her muzzle buried into the thick fur of his neck, and his eyes closed again as he greedily drank in the scent of his two favourite ladies: Mary Jane and Ghita Marino.

All of a sudden, he found their positions reversed. He blinked in surprise and laughed quietly. Even now, how she caught him off guard! He used one hand to flick the ash from the dwindling cigarette while she pulled the other to her mouth. What was she up to now? The yearling's ears tipped back as she nipped lightly at his finger. “Feisty, eh?” he purred with a quick wink. So that was what she wanted, huh? The chocolate male passed the tawny female the last of the joint to finish; he'd had his fix, and now he was hunkering for something else.

He once more nuzzled and licked along her neck and collarbone, albeit more feverishly than before. He leaned on one arm to prop himself upright while the other hand explored, first steadily caressing the insides of her legs, then daring to tease just above that sweet spot with some light rubbing. His tongue moved lower and flicked across her breasts. He straightened then, and began to plant more canine kisses along the side of her mouth not tied up with the joint. His fingers teased the lips of her happy spot, and with a nuzzle to her cheek, one slipped its way inside.

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Ghita Marino · 07-26-2011, 06:58 PM

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+3. Sorry...for the weirdness. >.>

His laughter sparked her own, and she allowed the sound to dance through the air around them before stifling it with a lick to his cheek. The whole thing was freeing, exciting, made more so by the known taboo of adultery within the pack. It wasn't that she had originally decided to do such a thing to Jazper, as she did love her mate, but with the effects of the drug and the years of being stable, the wild Marino had simply exploded from the life of a devoted woman. It wasn't in her nature to be tied down — she needed the rush once in a great while, and it just happened to be the handsome young wolf she found herself with who brought her the rush when she needed it most.

While her hands explored his torso, her mind focused on his hands as they passed back the tail end of the joint for her to puff at and then set out on their own journey. Unlike her younger lover, she was forced to free a hand in order to finish off the smouldering joint. Without the extra leverage to keep her weight closer to his, she fell flat against the cot, hand wrapping itself up in the shaggy locks of the younger man's hair. With the haze of smoke to distract her, she lost track of where he was — color her surprised as the feel of his hands at work came back to her, first along the insides of her thighs and then in places more intimate. A lazy smile crossed her lips as his muzzle pressed against her cheek.

Finding the miniscule remnants of the shared joint a hindrance, she tossed it away to return her hands to the exploration of his back and chest. Feminine fingers trailed along hidden musculature beneath the unkempt shag of dark fur, following a path toward his hips. Teasing fingers at the warmth between her thighs, one daring to venture inside, elicited a pleasant enough sound — she gave his cheek a lazy lick in return, as her hands worked to get the obnoxious cargo shorts the young man wore out of her way in order to better access what she wanted. Clawless fingers wrapped gently around the width of the member, padded hand offering subtle pressure as it slid along from top to bottom.

A puff of hot air escaped her jaws as she buried her muzzle in the fur at Barrett's neck. "È bello avere ancora forte le mani su di me" The mumbled words were directed at no one, really, as her mind slipped away from the rest of the world, focusing wholly on the closeness between herself and the young wolf above her.

Barrett · 07-26-2011, 09:14 PM

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Credit for most of the retarded innuendos in this post to the bloodhound gang XD Also this somehow got way longer than I intended |:

The teen had loose morals, sure, but he wasn't such a slimy snake as to go after another man's woman—especially when said man was the size of a bear and held a well-respected position in the pack. But Barrett was blissfully ignorant of Ghita's betrothal, and frankly, he couldn't imagine her being tied down. She seemed so free-spirited and impulsive; in a way, they were cut from the same cloth. Perhaps these things were inevitable. The air was thick with pheromones and increasingly heavy breaths—there was no turning back now.

Each soft touch roused a soft mm from the male, who returned each nudge and kiss with lavish affection. There was no true love between the wolves, but lust and infatuation were suitable substitutes, and it didn't stop him from loving the moment. He continued to explore her yippee bog with a solitary fingertip, withdrawing it on occasion and tracing circles around the opening before teasing it back inside. He felt the muscles progressively relax more and more, and when the timing seemed right, he gave her its full length.

She began to undo his pants and he paused briefly to wriggle out of them, absently kicking them off to the side. By now he was at full attention, and as she held him in her grasp, he couldn't help but deliver a quick thrust into her hand. She muttered something in Italian; he had no idea what it meant, but the accent was exotic and her voice was lusty—it was driving him wild. God, he couldn't wait to fuck her. But not yet.

He resumed his previous task and allowed her to get a few more strokes in before shuffling backwards down the length of the cot. He knelt on the ground with his head between her knees and tasted her, using his free fingers to spread the folds apart for better access. A second digit soon joined the first in probing her depths, all while his tongue continued to lap as far in as physics would allow. Finally, he could take no more. He had to have her.

His licks returned to her inner thighs, then trailed up her abdomen—his body slid along hers in full contact as he moved back up to her neck. Only now did his hand cease diligently fiddling her cove, as he used it to brace himself above her. His dude piston throbbed against the outside of her pudding hatch, and he rubbed it against her a few times for good measure. Then, with some quick guidance from his hand, he found his way inside.

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Ghita Marino · 07-28-2011, 08:39 PM

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This is SO AWKWARD, and I am SO SORRY for being SO LAME. >.>

If anyone could lose themselves in a moment of passion, it was Ghita Marino. The world around them melted away, leaving only the touch of the dark young man above her, and she lost track of time as it continued around them. Hazy turquoise eyes focused solely on her lover, warmth of desire rising further into her body — as he explored, she found herself offering up soft whines of excitement, muscles trembling under his touch. Unwilling to seem like a greedy woman, she tried her best to return the gesture, hands eagerly handling his tool as he kicked off his worn cargo pants. He seemed to appreciate it — the thrust to her hands was an obvious enough indicator.

She watched with lazy eyes as he moved away — well, not away, but down. Losing her grip on other things, her fingers found his hair again, combing through the shaggy locks as he went about his business. Unable to easily see what he was up to (and not bothering to care), she let her eyes closed and her muscles relax. Color her surprised to feel his tongue — well that was something different. Of course, the initial surprise of something different wasn't enough to rouse Ghita from her laying position — no, she returned to her previous comfort while wholly enjoying the young man's tactics. Fingers twisting locks of air around them, she gave the shaggy mop a gentle tug, a subtle tremble starting up in her legs as he continued.

His tongue went back to the insides of her thighs before he returned to her level — the closeness of his body brought about a new level of excitement as she anticipated what she expected to be next, thighs spreading further in a display of eagerness. Sure enough, his hands came away, bracing his weight and helping guide what she'd been waiting for. A moany, groany, giggling sound escaped her, tongue darting out to lick his nose while her body shifted around momentarily on the cot to accommodate the new physical closeness comfortably. Hands rubbed at his neck gently before moving on to his shoulders and then to his back, claws digging ever so slightly into the skin there while she gave his cheek a playful nip.

Barrett · 08-02-2011, 05:35 PM

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Better short and late than never? ._. *Fade to black*

He paused briefly to bask in the tightness and warmth as her muscles relaxed to accommodate his girth. But she received him eagerly, and before long, he was plunging in and out with a series of slow, careful thrusts. Her hands came up to massage his neck, and he nipped lightly at her arm as it moved past his dark snout. The teen took the graze of her claws along the flesh of his back as a sign to kick it up a few notches; his movements came quicker than before.

Both wolves were responsive to the needs and desires of the other, and their romp carried them well into the evening hours. The boy wasn't sure he could count on one paw how many times they switched up positions—at least one of those, he couldn't have conceived it in his wildest dreams. The experience was new and fun (and funny at times), but ultimately, these things always ended the same. They collapsed in a heap of hot flesh, ruffled fur, and breathless pants before drifting off into a smoky, satisfied slumber. When he awoke later that night, she was gone.

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