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Retaliation was inevitable. She needn't resurface the civilized mind to know this to be fact. There truly was no rational thought left. Every iota of her body screaming to follow generations of instilled behavior that demanded her present behavior. She had proven herself to be a defiant adversary, but not an idiotic one.
Obsidian claws dug deeper into the ground, her limbs holding her strong body her place, unwavering, not so much as touched by fear. The forward thrust of his body and teeth were met with their intended mark. Her head whipped down at his sudden movement, the hot flash of teeth catching the side of her muzzle causing her to whine in pain. Still, she kept herself standing, even as she felt the sting of his strike bring forth blood to meld with that of the elk's still stained on her face.
She kept her eyes turned from him. Her tail lost its rigidity and rebellious height, falling lifeless between her legs. Eventually instinct won over pride in the face of power and dominance. Slowly she lowered herself to the ground at his paws, bringing her paws to curl against her chest as she rolled onto her side.
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Teeth met their mark, feeling her feminine blood brush against his tongue. Then a triumphant sound greeted his ears as her whimper struck his ears. But the joy of his conquest didn't last long even as his eyes observed the display of submission from her. Somehow he was always fighting his basic instincts, to deny how savage he was, was to deny who he was. But it never meant he liked the outcome of his outbursts.
Those icy blues seemed to thaw as he stood over her now, displaying his dominance but no longer menacing towards her. The behemoth lowered his muzzle then, lips no longer wrapped back displaying his teeth, but instead his tongue came forth to lick over her wounded muzzle. He was trying to wash his sin from her, trying to apologize for letting himself go. But it didn't really matter. It was after all instinct for the dominant to reassure the other that they weren't in danger anymore. His licks came gently, as he washed her face. Saluce didn't hate her, nor dislike her, he liked her actually for her courage. And of course for her gifts of physical beauty as well.
Then that maw came across her exposed neck and instead of the normal dominant bite, he nipped her playfully there, before finally raising his head from her form to look down upon her again. His chest rumbled again but not from a menacing growl, more of a soft urging at her. It was time to eat after all, his form left hers for now, moving to the carcass, and sitting patiently looking over at her.
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Her body was still tense with the sense of danger that encompassed both herself and the nameless male. Her heart went rampant, anticipating the worse to stem from her show of insubordination. The anxiety gripped her worse than any imaginable fear til she felt herself smothered by it.
And then the danger ebbed with each gentle lick to her muzzle. From her lain position, the mass of powerful muscle still hovering over her, she could only wait til he felt his message was well enough conveyed. A sudden chill coursed down the length of her spine as she felt the delicate bite to her neck. Her expression lightened, feeling somewhat proud she had done something right to receive this minor affection. To the civilized mind, her pleased reaction made little to no sense. However the present state reigned supreme and felt more than justified to be behave in such a way.
She waited until she was not longer under the male's shadow before she rose, reminded of their kill as he walked to it and waited for her company. She was at his side in a few lengthy strides, her posture more relaxed with the previous hostility alleviated. She dove her muzzle into the still warm belly of their prey, teeth gnashing through in search for a hunter's price. She lapped the interior, diving deeper at the feel of smooth, wet meat. She clamped around the prize jerking back determinedly til both her bloody muzzle and prize were free. Her tail wagged with pride as the turned to the male, liver in maw, then dropped it at his feet.
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He watched the beautiful she wolf from his vantage point, her body digging into the belly of the carcass, eyes watching her powerful muscles at work. Now that the order of things had been decided finally, he felt more at ease around her. Silently he sat until she came out with her prize. His eyes just watched pleasantly for now, remaining high above her. The object of her attentions was dropped at his feet, his eyes though never left the females, periphery catching sight of her excited tail. The act was infectious, his tail immediately jerked back and forth in a wagging fashion. His own mood improving ten fold as he leaned across to give her a thankful lick across her maw.
Then with a feverish hunger his maw dropped to the ground, paw holding one end while his maw tore into the vitamin loaded liver. His teeth tore chunk after chunk before devouring the liver. The behemoths tongue licked across his maw, his stomach no where near full but his eyes looked over at the lovely female and his rational and instinctual mind began working. A prize for such a dominant female was the only course.
His body lurched forward claws digging into the carcass as his teeth moved forward past the ribcage, an audible crunch could be heard as teeth broke the casing apart, as his body twisted with a massive effort to do so. Finally his maw forced its way deeper into the cavity before teeth found their desired mark and one good pull and his form slid out of the hole, heart in mouth before turning to her, setting it at her feet and licking her maw again.
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She was praised for her gift and whimpered happily as her companion took to the precious organ with vigor. Her tail all the while swaying contently as she watched, her own hunger creeping to the surface as she continued to watch the other feast. She wet her maw with anticipation, prepping herself for another dive into the carcass to reward the dominant male for his display.
But he was in the steaming flesh once his smaller meal was devoured. Her face expressed loss for not taking to the kill as quickly as she intended, her disposition slightly put off as she watched him fend for himself. Wasn't she supposed to be feeding him? He was reserved that privilege which she intended by all her means to fulfill.
Her ears twitched under the crack of bone, her maw salivating to the delicious renditions of frenzied feeding. She felt herself move slightly in place, more shuffling her paws as she awaited her turn to return to the kill. Excitedly, she watched as he tore the organ from its casing still moist and scented with the elk's last moments of fright. The heart was placed at her paws before she was again bathed by his affectionate tongue. The female whined with pleasure, drawing closer to her dominant partner while retaining her submission with an averted gaze and lowered, albeit swaying, tail. She graced his muzzle thankfully with an affectionate tongue, lapping away the gore from his stunning face and chin til there was only his unmarred fur and flesh to caress.
She parted reluctantly to attend to her own feast. Incisors delved into the organ, taking less ferocious bites than her companion, but none the less succumbed to the carnivorous hunger. Periodically she would glance up to the powerful form issuing small whines of gratitude til the heart was consumed and she was left licking her gently smiling maw with content. The hunger that managed to surface was appeased easily enough, but there was still much left to consume. She looked from the carcass to the grey behemoth in gesture to continue his meal without her interruption. She was fine in lowering herself to the ground beside him, tail lightly patting his back leg as she playfully nipped a fore paw.
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His tail wagged, thumping back in forth in ever increasing swaths as his excitement over her acceptance of his gift grew. The gray male was not a terrible abomination, he yearned for attention and someone to give to. Saluce closed his eyes upon her attentions to his maw, enjoying the thank you of the she wolf.
The behemoth watched her eat, feeling his own hunger pains still alive an well but he waited none the less for her to finish his gift before deciding what course of action they would take. But it seemed she was more than content to let the devouring continue, her gentle urgings where not missed and his own body lowered down to the ground, taking up a spot next to her. His maw sought not the beast first but hers licking across the top of her maw, before nipping her ear. There was something else he was more interested in for the moment as thoughts of play filled his mind, but his stomach rumbled again, and his eyes showed a bit of humor before he turned to their catch.
Teeth flashed before again he went to work ripping flesh and gobbling it down. Eventually making a mess of himself.
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X'yrin intended to behave, to allow her companion to have his way with the kill. But his lack of attention to her was bothersome, even if it was for something more important as food. She had taken his affections to her feral heart, a slave to instinct now able to flourish from its dormant state. She watched with intrigue as he continued to tear through the mounds of flesh, her tail continuing its eager sway.
As the grey fed and he became covered in the blood of their prey, she was compelled to rid the stains that dirtied his handsome face. She inched closer her body still pressed to the ground with muzzle extended, attempting to sneak her tongue to his cheek knowing full well despite her efforts he would just dirty himself again. Yet she found a strange contentment, offering her attention and care to so worthy a male. To lavish him with the respect he rightly deserved.
She moved swiftly from his muzzle to brow following the taste of blood til there was only his fur under her tongue and his musk in her nose. Hesitation and doubt became ideals not for the confident mind. She had been made worth his attention and she dearly wanted it back. She whined softly in play, lifting her muzzle to the grey's ear and tug on it lightly. Couldn't a meal wait when so willing a female was offering her undivided attention?
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Saluce was able to shovel in food with the best of them, his belly was quickly being filled but her attentions where beginning to take his focus away from eating and back to her. A quick swallow and his eyes closed for a moment, letting a soft rumble escape his lips of contentment. His she wolf wanted his attentions again. The behemoth let his eyes open as he turned to the golden femme, legs propelling him to a standing position even as he lifted a front paw to set on her shoulder.
He growled then, playfully, as he exhaled a hot jet of air in her face. Eyes becoming wild again but wild for the needful femme. Tongue rolled out and across the bridge of her face, between those dazzling eyes, and up to her ears, cleaning off the blotches of red staining her otherwise perfect fur. A soft rumble of happiness escaped his chest, as he huffed into her ear, nipping it delicately. Saluce was no stranger to this dance, his teeth reaching the back of her neck giving her a quick forceful bite, he was playing with her ever so gently right now. Waiting to see how far he could go with her.
Finally he just sat down on her, letting out a loud yawn. His maw inched back up her neck, nose drawing in her scent, parting the fur before exhaling that hot air back across her neck.
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What came over her was the volition of something far more understanding than she. This dance of her was unpracticed, too new, but all the more exciting. How it quickened her heart and filled her with pleasure could only compare to her fulfillment in a good fight. She found herself smiling more, more willing to fall at ease as she was adorned with the grey's attention.
She enjoyed his touch, each stroke upon her face, each breath that teased her to sinfully she could do nothing more than fall prey to him, all the while growling softly. She felt the bite to her neck and immediately fell limp to her side. Her tail patted the ground in slowly, playing the rhythmic to their dance. She left her neck outstretched feeling his heated breath upon it. His body kept her from rolling over, yet her front was free enough to tip over slightly. A paw delicately curled to her chest, she used the other as a lure gently pawing at the broad form of her companion.
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His head raised slowly his eyes looking over his catch, looking over her. They needed no names, he probably new more about her already than most people. He gave her a contented look, before nuzzling her neck. Finally he lifted himself off of her, letting his gaze look down on her cute face. His rational mind wanted to surge forward, to speak, to bring back some civilized nature to this primal dance, but again it was suppressed.
He growled again, this time with a needful note, as he leaned down to lick across her maw again. Saluce moved then, standing up, his form leaving hers for a moment, nose flaring as he went, tasting her scent. The behemoth moved round, lowering his nose to her hindquarters, pushing his nose underneath her tail and inhaling her scent once again. Inhaling and then exhaling his breathe upon the sensitive region. His senses told him that she wasn't in season, but it didn't kill any of his building arousal.
Not ready to let their physical contact cease he nipped a back paw of hers, head turned as his body remained parallel to hers, eyes looking across her body to those eyes of hers.
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Reason didn't matter and rational mind was so far out of reach it would be in vain to attempt to take it again. She felt relieved without it asserting itself, rendering her present self free to enjoy this pleasure. Her head whipped around when she felt him rise, alarmed that he might not want to continue. That was anything but the case. The need in his voice did not go unnoticed and was mirrored by a higher octave of her own.
She followed his movements, her head cocked back slightly as he lowered his nose beneath her tail. It roused a strange sensation but not an unwelcome one. Something this new set her on edge a bit, but not enough to bring an end to their intimate dance. As he nipped at her paw, X'yrin stood at last, her smaller form coming to rest against the grey's significantly bulkier. She couldn't fathom this feeling that drove her to act, but as to all else, she was a slave to it. She wanted to indulge in it.
She moved slowly, purposefully pressing herself against his stronger, desirable form as she strolled around him. Her desire to have him marked as hers grew stronger. Should any come near him, they would know that she was the one he found worthy to give his attention to, and he was under her care... and hers alone. Possession ate away at her, compelled her to growl possessively and nip at his neck for extra measure. She needed him to know it, to acknowledge that he was hers. And hers alone.
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Fur against fur, she was proclaiming her choice, and he shivered as she ran along his sides, rubbing her scent all over him. Instinct deemed this only natural, two wolves of the same age, a match in size as well as temperament, to deny the call of his nature would only be denying what he really was... a wolf. Her growl caused his hackles to raise, followed by her possessive nip. Saluce had gotten himself into this, now he'd follow through with his actions. He had wanted her as his since seeing her and now she was announcing her ownership of him, it was only natural for him to act in this dance.
His head swiveled returning her nip with one of his own, then licking the fur across her neck. Saluce rubbed his head over her fore shoulders, rubbing scent glands all over her as he turned to rub against her side, not letting himself be out done. No now she was his as well, and all that entailed. He'd fight off anyone now, whether he rationally realized it or not. Saluce walked around her until he was shoulder to shoulder with her again. But his muzzle didn't stop as it inched over her neck, licking passionately, he still had yet to claim her proper. The behemoth let his teeth sink into her soft flesh there as he lifted a paw over her back.
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She hadn't the slightest idea what she had gotten herself into, all that mattered was that the course of the dance felt 'right. This was how it was meant to transpire without any sense of doubt. And what more, this side of her wanted this to happen. Her senses had been waiting, body priming for what only it knew would follow.
Her body moved to his receptively, curving against his own as she was basked in his overwhelming scent. He came to stand beside her, their forms gradually melding into the other's as she lowered her head to nuzzle against his chest. She felt his fangs grasp the neck of her neck but made no sound of distress, even as a large limb slipped over her back. Had he wanted to hurt her, he could have done so already. The strike to her muzzle was proof enough of this. But the male she offered herself to, who she claimed, was not the hardened beast so keen on having her submit to him. Though she had bent to his power it was not out of fear, but understanding. Fighting against the pull of nature was futile, especially when it presented these pleasurable experiences when one cast aside the rational mind. She intended to give in to its fullest extent.
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His teeth released their grip as his form backed off a bit. Saluce rubbed his chin along her back as he moved to behind her. His nose settled over her tail before his nose again pushed between her tail and rear, inhaling once again. Tongue rolling out to taste his catch. But he didn't waste his time, his powerful hind legs propelled him upwards his fore paws grabbing a hold of her hind legs. Inching himself closer to the femme he wanted to claim.
This act wasn't elegant, once he had come close enough his hips went into action pumping his member wildly toward his intended target. A low growl emanated from his throat, as he reached down to bite her back, symbolic, his way of saying your mine now, all of you. With her tail finally out of the way, his hips hit their mark, sending that appendage plummeting into her feminine folds. A triumphant yip escaped his lips as his hips continued to push him deep within her sacred recesses, his hips propelling the wild act about as fast as they possibly could.
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Anticipation was building. Every nerve in her body was tingling, speaking at once trying to prepare her for what was bound that happen. But it would have to be experienced, felt, before any kind of relation were to be developed. She was a female victim to a world of sinful pleasure. His practiced dance leading her through scores of sensations never felt before. And how she craved more. Her voice raising with need til it was near unbearable.
And then were was weight on her back, heavy but familiar. Instinctively she spread her limbs further apart to support the excess weight to her haunches. There was no way for her to move, no place to run. Every fiber of her being screamed out in a single excitable voice, the eventual climax to their dance underway. The foreshadowed invasion came and she was still, so still. Unable to move or breath, her body was held in shock. Her mind drew a blank in that instant, with only a pleasurable pain to fill the void.
It hadn't been over with a single thrust. Another followed swiftly after, then another, and another and countless more til it didn't matter how many times he filled her and drove deeper; what mattered was the feeling of being willingly possessed, marked by another... claimed as their's alone. There was nothing graceful about the act, both becoming a single wild engaging motion. What mattered was the ecstasy, the indescribably bliss and nothing more.
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This act wasn't meant to last very long, the pace at which he filled her was almost unsustainable for very long, but he grunted on. Locking his forelegs with her hind legs to give him more leverage, finding it increasingly difficult to push himself in her after each thrust. Feeling his knot starting to build.
A loud growl emanated from his throat as he continued claiming his she wolf. Marking her in the most intimate manner. Teeth biting then licking the wound, repeating until his breathing increased at a rate where his head slowly started raising skyward. His body was on fire, as short lived howls started to escape his throat. The curve of ecstasy building toward it's inevitable explosion of pleasure.
Their coupling would only last a short few moments, such wild lust was never meant to be a long ordeal. A final lunge was all it took, seating him firmly within her, knot locking them together as he howled his ecstasy to the mountain air, feeling more connected to her than one would possibly think. His lips curled back before leaning down to lick across his lovers back, letting the sexual energy slowly come down.
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So much had been built up in preparing for this dance, it seemed cruel to have it end after only moments. She rode along the waves of pleasure, singing her ecstasy in sharp whines in to heights beyond her usual range. Her body moved with his, each thrust forcing her entire body to quake. The full range of her notes filled the night air, a ringing pain for the bites to her back, then a soothing lull as they were eased away.
Her claws dug deep into her ground, her legs threatening to give out from the foreign weight and relentless thrust to her once, untarnished region. Her body was so unused to this, so new that when the wave of release overcame her, it was sudden, unbridled. Her muzzle was tilted back, howling of sin and gratification so divine she would have damned her forebears for sheltering her from it. She felt the jerk of her lover, her hips pulled flush against him as he found his release in her and howled it for all the mountains to hear.
Her body relished too deeply in release to feel the tremble of her limbs, her ears deaf from their cries couldn't hear her labored breath nor his. But she could feel it, the starved breaths for air, the rampant beat of her heart. All brought on by her companion... her lover. She whined softly to him with no name to call him by, wanting to hear his content for her.
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Sweet release, his prize had been marked as his, and all he could do was pant for a moment. Relishing in the scent of their coupling he let himself still stand on top of her. But soon her limbs seemed to start giving way, and his senses returned to him, as he gently nudged her down onto the ground. Saluce was locked to her for now, unable to pull out of her and let them go on with their day to day lives.
But for now he was content to let her lay down as he did what he could not to move to hurt himself or her. Finally his form would lay down almost on top of her, his paws rolling her over onto her side. His muzzle came down to give her soft licks of affection across his nose. Again he rubbed his muzzle against her, rubbing his scent all over her in a nuzzling fashion. The golden female belonged to him just as much as he belonged to her, if only he was in any mind to realize what he had just done.
The civilized Saluce would have never went along with this, too soon, just met, don't even know your name would have been reasons given as to why this was a bad idea. But he was caught up in letting himself go, letting himself do what felt right and she felt right. There was no reason behind it, only just what nature dictated.
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There was little else she could do save for lower herself to the ground when able. Contentment, release was all she knew, all she cared about as well as the male who claimed her. The primal mind couldn't even begin to understand the trouble it brought on her, or the consequences there in. It all felt irrelevant... unnecessary.
What did it matter if the others of her pack challenged her claim, rob her of her pleasure? The thought struck her alarmingly hard, not regrettably but in concern. She had laid claim to him, and he permanently cemented his claim over her. Did that mean she was to follow him now? Stand at his side as a chosen female should? What of her pack? What about her Alpha? Her real Alpha. Her hackles raised in alarm, her claws grating the ground in agitation despite the affection of her lover.
Nothing in her screamed it was wrong, but with the tension dispersed, there was nothing to hinder the few rational thoughts trickling past the feral barrier. What strength she could muster was used to raise her hips, gesturing silently for the male to dismount. An unnatural silence came over the once high audible female. Her eyes not longer shining with ferocity but were dulled with contemplation. She couldn't even begin to sort this out...
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