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--Haku only thinks it will be rape. Deuce likes it rough. LOL--
She was out without the pups today. She had a lot to think about, a lot to worry about. She was angry and crushed. Lucifer had admitted what he'd done. He'd cheated on her. It hurt. Hurt badly. That was twice now...at least twice. Wolves mated for life....but he continued to be unfaithful.
She didn't know how to deal with it. She walked into the human's store, the herb shop she and naniko had found. There were lots of knicknaks in the store. The one she was most interested in had been the pentagram she'd found, subfusc and tarnished. She picked it up from the velvet case, handling it gently. It was on a long simple silver chain. She put it over her head, feeling comforted by the slight weight. It was identical to the one she'd given Soran.
How she missed Soran! The dark angel would have never been unfaithful. She never should have left the souls lands the first time. Then she wouldn't have been parted from her dark angel. She stroked the pentagram, walking around the store and investigating things closer. When she was tired of that, she moved forward, leving the store. There was a park nearby, and Deuce wasn't ready to give up her freedom. She walked under the new budding trees, enjoying the coming scent of spring.
She found a pond with ducks floating on it. She'd always enjoyed being by the water, and so she sat down, setting her pack at her side. While wandering, she'd managed to replensih some supplies lost in the souls fire. Her whiskey, and her journal. Two of the most important hings she carried, besides her two necklaces. She took a drink of the whiskey, then set down to sketching. It made her feel good to do so. It was soothing, relaxing.
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[html] Their blood was gone from his fur and so was the child within, locked up in its little cell. There would not be any more small accidents in the nearest future. He had relieved the pressure by walking into a shop that once upon a time had sold all sorts of things for the kitchen. He had found a suiting knife and had watched it dance across his wrists. The cuts were not deep, but a stream of blood had painted his hands along with fingers crimson red, and he sat there for a while, leaking red liquid in silence before he bandaged his arms tightly with clean cloth. It throbbed heavenly where the knife had made its way, and his mind calmed down several levels, and the monster had purred in delight, the bad times were over for now.
He left the store and let his eyes wander up to the skies. Gray and dull like the rest of the ruined town. It was a shame, how they had ended it. His feet made him move in the direction of the park(or at least he guessed it was one). He moved slowly along the abandoned street, face lowered and the mane of dark brown hair falling into his eyes. The world seemed too tranquil, so peaceful now when the human cancer had ceased existing. Birds threw out their melodies to each other, crashing into a full symphony in the name of life. He entered the overgrown area and saw the pond right away. He directed his feet over to the water and crunched down, watching the blood from his hands stain the crystal clear water red.
While he cleaned his hands, he made sure to not get his bandages wet, even though they too had a bit of blood on them. Nothing to do about that. He let his gaze rise a bit and looked at the white female on the other side of the pond. Haku’s eyes darkened a bit instantly, but it was not a relative this time. White fur and blue eyes, always the same, wondered if this female’s eyes would match his. He watched her in silence for a little while, his right elbow and hand resting on his knees, the other connecting with the soft grass, supporting a little bit of his weight. He was not much into socializing, but she was completely all by herself, and if it was something he knew to appreciate, it would be art.
A hand found a rock and threw it at one of the birds that peacefully was swimming around minding its own business. The stone did not hit its target, but collided with the water surface, giving a ’plop’ that almost instantly was overrun by the sound of the ducks’ ’quack quack danger’ Haku’s eyes turned back to the white female, waiting for a reaction, waiting for an invite to come over. [/html]
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--I just realized these two have met once before. LOL She was pregnant with Dierdre and he was terrorizing her. LOL Though it don't surprise me that Deuce forgot. LOL--
She was just shading the duck's feathers when the plop of a stone landing in water made her jump. Her bi-colored gaze lifted, meeting the gaze of another shifter. Irritation was replaced by surprise at the open admiration in his gae. Her face felt warm under her unblemished fur as she arched an eyebrow in a manner that was almost flirtatious.
The pond was a small one, and it didn't take much above a normal voice to be heard. Hello there.... He looked vaugly familiar, like a memory of a dream. She tilted her head slightly, studying him. Nice face, lean muscualr body. Familiar...and not bad looking either. Not that she was out looking for 'fun.' Don't I know you? She let out a soft, musical laugh. not at him, but at herself.
She was still irriated at lucifer, though her drawing had left her langorous, relaxed. She stretched. Time had passed while she'd been idle. Life had gone by. Had the children missed her? Had anyone missed her, thought of her? No worries. The whiskey took the edge off her thoughts. She hadn't drunk much. Wasn't big on drinking like she used to be. Life was good to her here.
Life was good to everyone here.
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I actually wondered if it was her, but I was not sure. Poor girl.
[html] Didn't she know him? Far back in time then, a pregnant female. Was that her? He resisted the little smirk that wanted to melt into his face. He felt her eyes on it, and he meant the female was bound to like what she saw. Haku had been blessed with his looks. The unnatural warm chocolate color on his pelt, the amazingly blue eyes, and handsome features. He placed a delicate smile upon his lips as he got up from his crunched position and revealed his height. He lifted his shoulders dramatically as he too tilted his head to fit her movements. If she could not remember the exact setting, then he was far better off. Their meeting had not been too pleasant, at least not for her.
He let his feet guide him along the pound, towards her, and pop there he was, halfway positioned next to her, not too close for her to get uncomfortable, but as close as he could nevertheless. ”An artist?” He let the question sound in the air for a few seconds before adding another one. ”Mind if I take a look?” He made a questioning gesture with his hand, but let his brilliant blue eyes rest at her bi colored ones, his gaze warm. Now what would he want to get out of this day? He would have to figure out something, because he had indeed found a little doll. [/html]
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D: Sorry this one is short.
He stood, and now she openly admired him. he was quite the looker, indeed. Very nice indeed. Very nice. Her tail wagged, and she invited him closer with a smile. She wasn't bad at it either. SHe had natural talent there, as she'd discovered once upon a time.
If you sit next to me, I'll show you some. She wasn't such a shy creature afterall. And he was good looking. Every female wanted to be next t someone that dreamy.
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[html] If he sat down next to her she would show him some. How very kind of her. The male’s oh so innocent smile widened slightly, and he winked down at her and tilted his head, looking away as if taking some time to consider it. He had made his mind up before her voice had even granted its melodic rhythm to the air. Her orbs were beautiful, and he wondered how smooth her fur would feel like if he touched it with his fingertips.
He looked back at her and sat down next to her, but left some space between them, to keep the polite facade up. He leaned back on his arms and sat quite relaxed there, looking over at her, lifting his eyebrows in a questioning manner. ”Now, love, stun me with your skills.” She could take that comment as she wanted, but he still talked about her drawings. There was something about her though, what was she doing here all by her own? [/html]
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He joined her. there was room between them, but she still felt somehat flustered. She was no innocent, and she was very aware of her physical attraction to this male. If she knew who he was, what he'd done, perhaps she would run away. but then, Deuce was always one to attempt to reform the 'bad boys'.
”Now, love, stun me with your skills.” Her face warmed again. She gave him a sweet smile, then flipped the notebook to a page. it was a random page, but it just happened to be a page with Deuce and Soran entwined. Accident...or fate? She giggled nervously, then turned to a different page. There. A good rendering of the Syemv house. back in souls.
I used to live here. It's name was Syemv..the coyotes took it from us a long time ago. She looked down to the page, hoping he hadn't seen too much of the drawing of her and Soran. Her erotic artwork was something she didn't share easilly.
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[html] He had seen the first sketch before she had found another page with a much more innocent image together with a nervous giggle. Haku had never been in the Syemv lands, yet he recognized the name when the female enlightened him a bit more of the picture. Coyotes had taken it away from them. Those coyotes seemed to be everywhere creating some sort of chaos. He liked their way of existence. For that he held a somewhat respect for them. As a group, not the different individuals, as the ones he had met had been pathetic and weak.
He nodded at her words, but then looked at her sideways. ” Syemv I know of. It is a good sketch. However, I did not quite see the first page you showed me, please turn back to it so that I may see it more properly.” That was a white lie, he had seen it and it was of erotic content, but he wanted to see how she would handle the situation. Had it been a random page or was it something more behind it? [/html]
Her face warmed under her fur, and she let out another giggle. She felt flustered, unsure. That...that was.... She was stammering. great. She swallowed and turned back to the page of herself and Soran. The pale mother wouldn't make the male cadge it out of her. Bi-colored eyes focused on the drawing, flushed with embarrasment and something else far more primal.
It's just a sketch... Her explanation was weak. Anyone with eyes could see the two females were romantically involved in that sketch. It was a carefully done portrait of love and lust. Deuce felt a rather unexpected pang of desire, and looked out of the side of her eyes at the male. She didn't even know his name, and she was sharing her intimate artwork to him.
Was it because she desired him? Or was it just because she was proud of her work? Even she herself didn't know the answer to that. She would readilly admit to feeling lustful towards the male. Very lustful. Was that normal? Five years old, and she'd only been with three males, two of which had been mates.
Well, tecnically, lucifer was still her mate, even though she was furious with him for cheating on her. But she intended to change that.
[html] She did not look too comfortable as she did as he wished and went back to the page with the two females. He leaned a bit over to her, studying the drawing more closely, letting a grin sneak onto his face. It was just a sketch of course, but wasn’t it a saying that one picture was worth more than thousand words? Female on female was rather interesting, but he preferred one of each gender, the natural way. Or.. Now did he? Hollow struck his mind as a bullet from a gun that had been put against his head. He removed his brilliant blue eyes from the sketch and looked at her. She was quite attractive, even when she blushed.
”That’s quite an interesting sketch, there.” He leaned even closer towards her and looked into her eyes, his little grin still there. ”The white female even looks a bit like you.” He was gently teasing her, and he was close to her now. Oh, what to do, what to do? After all he was a male, they were easily tempted. He visibly let his gaze drop below her face, taking a look at the rest of her body. She was older than him by at least a few years, but her beauty was not less, she had kept in shape and was also gifted by nature. He wouldn’t mind at all… [/html]
If it was posible, her face felt warmer as he complimented her sketch. It was her. The black bands of fur on her wrists were visable, both in the picture and on her own person. Thin lines of black decortaing her two frontwrists, scars from long ago suicide attempts. She never felt depressed like THAT anymore. No reason to.
Unconciously, she leaned closer to the male, hs gaze drawing her like a moth to flame. His eyes caressed her body and she shivered lightly, feeling their touch as keenly as she would have felt his fingers following the same path. Oh, yes. The mother was very attracted to this male. VERY.
The thought of Lucifer crossed her mind, but she didn't move her gaze from the male. Bi-colored eyes gave welcome, invitation. Would she dare cross the line between dreaming and pretending? She didn't know. She wouldn't make the fist move. She wasn't that kind of gal. She was much much more submissive.
[html] Oh, he knew it was her, and he meant he could actually see the pink through the white fur on her face. He let his eyes trail her hands and wrists. He recognized the nature of the scars, and he had a lot of them under the white and pink bandages wrapped around his own wrists, along with more scars on the inside of his arms. He did not know the reasoning for her cuttings, but the most common was depression. Not his reasons. She was leaning closer and he let his eyes climb up to her face. He believed he knew what she wanted. He liked what he saw, he liked the inviting acts from her, yet not obvious if he had not been open for gentle hints. It was possible it was only his mind that was playing its own game, but he did not mind that either, as he was free to do what he wanted whenever he wanted.
He leaned a bit closer again, and then skin touched skin. His shoulder was barely touching hers. He reached out his arm and let two fingers gently stroke across one of her wrists, and he leaned his weight a bit more against her, and the chocolate male lowered her face against her, breathed in her scent and closed his eyes. Her scent was like light flowery perfume. [/html]
Warmth flared in her eyes as he leanded closer, touching her. So long since she'd last been touched. So long since anyone had looked at her as anythng besides the caretaker of their children. Desire, the desire she'd restrained, began to quicken, to move and rear it's head.
Hello, it seemed to say, I'm here. take notice. take me. They were just barely touching, but it was touch. His fingers trailed along her wrist, sending shivers into her spine. He lowered his face against hers, and she instinctively nuzzled against him, welcoming and inviting his embrace.
It didn't take much to make Deuce ready and willing. It never had.
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He froze for a second as she nuzzled against him, but he went into motion quickly again, his hand left her wrist and trailed down to right beneath her chest, creeping to her back. Then he leaned more over her, putting the other hand around her shoulder and neck. His hand brushed through her fur and he pulled her against him gently. He found her cold and wet nose, and pressed his own muzzle against it before he gently gave her a soft lick on her mouth. He was not used to being gentle. Everything he ever had done was harsh and cruel, except for the very first time. That canine had not been a female, but a halfbreed male known for rape and murder. Haku's first love. The gentle touches, the devotion, passion.. Haku's breath grew heavier, this foreplay was something he wanted to explore more. [/html]
((A little pp so we can get to the part where Deuce tries to back out. LOL Let me know if you'd like me to change it?))
She leaned into his touch, murmuring soflty with her pleasure. It had been so very long since she'd felt so...needed. He pulled her against him, and she moved willingly into his embrace. He had a deep masculine musk tht sent her pulse to fluttering. Sexy. So sexy, so unlike her mate. So gentle, so needy, so...hungry for her. She was relaxed in his tender embrace, her hands stroking his silken coat. His fingers touched a nipple, stroking. His touch was so different from lucifer's.
Lucifer.
What was she doing?
Her body, which had been superbly relaxed, stiffened. She lifted her hands to his chest, made an affort to move away. "I can't....I have someone back home..." Bi-colored eyes lifted to blue eyes, her gaze startled and a little frightened.
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It was odd when she turned from water into ice in his hands within a second. She put her hands on his chest and pushed his face away from its nuzzles. Confusion was easy to read in his eyes for a moment, before he heard her words. Her scent had a thin layer of a male's, but he had not taken much notice of it because of the simple fact that he did not care if she was in use by someone else. What was triggering irritation was that she believed she could go halfway and interrupt without any consequences. If that was the case, she was dreadfully wrong. He let a grin slide on to his face, and his blue eyes sparkled.
"Not anymore.." Not for what he cared. He moved a hand to hers and brushed them away in a single, hard movement, before he pressed her against him again in a sudden movement. He forced his muzzle into the female's lovely fur once again, but instead of a gentle nuzzle, he dug his teeth into her tender skin at the neck, drawing a few drops of blood. She could choose to come with willingly or suffer during the act, but she could not turn back. The bridge was crushed, and all she could do was to stand and watch it burn. [/html]
((Feel free to fade out in your post, and I'll make one more with Deuce and the aftermath  ))
She stiffined as he spoke, his grin disconcerting to her. And then he pushed his hands out of the way, burying his face in her fur. Her hands went up, and then his teeth sank in. She yelped at the suden pain- and pleasure. She and Lucifer had briefly explored this side of her before.
But not to this extent. She shuddered, breathing quickly. She put her hands on his shoulders, pushing, but his grip was stronger than hers. She heard a soft whine. Was it fear or excitement? The two seemed closely intwined right then.
>_>;;
[html] Thoughts faded more and more out as the primal part of him took over most of the control and he was only focused on the action. Unlike the coyote not too long ago, this lady was rather dull when she was supposed to protest. Instead of wild clawing and some panic controlled actions, she grabbed his shoulders. Nature was cruel. She was a female, he was a male, he won, both at strength and size. The more she attempted to push him away, the harder he would push her against him. Teeth remained connected with her flesh, and blue eyes greedily flashed over her, as a security guard making sure everything was under control and safe on his behalf. The male selfishly let his hands groom at various parts of her body, caring shit about the female’s well-being.
Maybe she would enjoy it the hash way, or not, but he was obscure to the female as a person, because to him she was a temporary tool at time being. He was a beast consisting of taste, smell and touch. Playtime was over, and no more foreplay was needed on his behalf. His breath picked up the pace as he forced her legs apart and guided himself in, ready for riding the waves of ecstasy that would end in a beautiful climax mixed together with picturesque sin. [/html]
Panic id not overrule her reason. in fact, panic only served to sharpen the feelings of his touch. Part of her was furiuos at this invasion. And the rest of her arched to meet his seeking member. It was rough, it was wild. It was lust thouroghly. Wouldn't Thanos be shocked to see her like this? The thought brought a mall bubble of laughter to her lips.
Her laughter seemed to goad him on, and she enjoyed it. Enjoyed it so thourogly that her claws were raking his back and her cries of pleasure echoed within the empty park. She stared into his face, memorizing it. It would be the focus of many an erotic piece from here on out. Sex, forced, and pleasurable. A good title for one. she made a mental note to use it later.
Afterwards, she held still, unsure of what came next. Would there be threats, gruff promises? Or would there be silence? Perhaps she'd see him again. She almost hoped so.
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Phew, so, we done?
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As he went through with her, ears flickered curiously to the nature of her sounds. Her laughter irritated him slightly, and he thrust harder into her, but she seemed to be getting it her own way. He groaned as she let her talons dance across his back, drawing shallow red lines. Their gaze stayed upon each other under the whole session. He followed behind her waves of ecstasy, and finished it plainly with a few last pushes into her before he took the leap from the peak and sunk down into a wonderful state of half consciousness seemingly without gravity. She remained still as he lied on top of her, catching up on both heart rhythm and breath. He had always believed females needed more stimulating than the simple act he believed he had forced on her, but truth be told, did he care? Should he care?
The blue eyed bachelor withdrew from her and moved a bit away into a seated position. He wished he had been a smoker so that he could have fished up a cigarette and enjoyed it together with the aftermath that slowly danced through his body. This was a hobby he was to pick up, that he decided right there and then. He pulled himself up at both feet and groomed some dust carelessly off his fur. He threw a last glance at the light female beneath him. I’m looking forward to see more of your work, Miss. He did not even know her name, it was great. He hoped on her behalf that nothing would grow within her, because that was solitarily her problem. However, he could come back for the plain fun as long as they played by his simple and mechanic rules.
No goodbye, no hug. The male walked away, aiming to find a human shop that could offer him cigarettes.
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