[mature] Mind the empty bottle

Liam · 11-18-2011, 08:28 PM

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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.

Ethreal Eclipse, set around dawn. Liam is in Optime.

He had slipped away, past the border tree, and out into Ethreal Eclipse. He was tired of being watched, tired of being good all the time. He was always tense, always irritable. Even Jerome, who came around occasionally to check on the horses, was wary of him and his short temper. He didn't plan on going too far, just an hour or two from the pack. If asked, he'd claim he was hunting. Hell, maybe he'd even find some prey to take back to the pack. Right now, though, he just wanted to wander, to be away from the questioning eyes, from his step mother's concerned looks, from his father's wary eyes.

The butterflies whispered to him, silken whispers that teased the ears. He was tired of the headaches and fevers that came form ignoring them. A short distance away, a shadow was watching him, it's coal black eyes burning his soul. He lifted his lips, snarling at it. He'd tried to ignore them all too long. Everyone was wrong. They existed and they needed to be heeded. The male snarled at the shadow wolf, his hackles raised, and charged it, his claws out. His shoulder struck a tree, and he attacked the tree as if it were his enemy, as if it were keeping him from reaching the shadow wolf.

The male blacked out.

As he woke up, the sun was rising. He sat up, his body stiff. His ears flickered, listening to the birds, listening to the dry whispers of the butterflies. "Soon. Someday soon. His voice was a soft mutter, meant for no one in particular.

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Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 11-21-2011, 08:04 AM

Gemma in optime too, Gemma is pretty much bald on her chest, stomach, arms and hands, as well as the end of her tail. Many scars are visible on every part that is bald.

The pale woman twitched in her sleep, nightmares taunting at the edge of her mind threatening to drag her back down into her madness and insanity. Gemma was curled up against a tree cradled in between two large roots. She had left AniWaya a few days after Alaki had threatened her but the woman had not gone far from its borders, too terrified to leave completely but frightened enough to stay out of the pack lands. She didn't know if they wanted to talk to her or anything and she didn't really want to give them the chance to.

So she was kind of camped near to their borders hoping for some kind of sign or that Matteo would come and get her. The woman hadn't experienced such terror since she had been found by Gabriel. He still haunted her in her dreams and even sometimes while she was awake as well. The pale woman had started hallucinating in the last couple of days and had managed to injure herself in a few places with her thrashing about and blind running through the forest. Streaks of crimson stained her ivory fur in long smeared arcs where she had tried to brush it away, her almost bald hands were a faint pinkish color from where the red and white had mixed.

In her sleep she whimpered and curled up tighter, unaware that her half nephew was only a short way away from her.

Liam · 11-21-2011, 09:45 PM

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PP Approved! Tongue

The young male stretched as he stood, easing the stiffness of his body with a stretch. He began the trek back, then paused as his eyes fell on someone curled up at the base of a tree. For a moment, he was certain it was Ayasha. And then in the growing sunlight, he began picking out detail he hadn't noticed before; specifically, the missing fur and the scars. The whispers increased, drowning out all other thoughts. He didn't question them, just walked over to her slowly. He knelt, his eyes on the tufts of white fur. She had been pure white, it looked like. He reached out slowly, his body moving quicker than his mind, giving the world a surreal slowness.

The fur that was there was soft, and would have been thick. She would have been beautiful, if it weren't for the blood, the bald patches. And yet, he could feel a stirring, a darkness rising to the surface. The dried blood still had a scent to him, and he leaned in slowly, drinking in deeply of her scent. His eyes half-closed as new feelings, fierce and wild, coursed through his body. He wanted her awake, he wanted to see her eyes. He wanted-

The butterflies threw thoughts and images at him, overwhelming him. He drew in a quick ragged breath. "Wake up." His voice was harsh, hoarse with a sudden desire. He wanted this woman, this sleeping stranger. All thoughts of Ayasha, his sweet love, were gone, replaced by a burning need he'd never known. He wanted this woman, and he wanted to be rough, to dig his claws into her skin, to hear her plead for mercy, to plead for more.

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Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 11-22-2011, 05:18 AM

lol and gemma regresses to that of a common street tramp
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The woman shifted a little as hands touched her fur, gliding through the long ivory pelt and sighed appreciatively. Not many had stroked her this way with such reverence and restraint. Usually it was tugging and pulling, something she didn't appreciate unless it was in the right mood. The woman responded to him while she still slept, her legs and body uncurling from their tucked in position and extending outwards. The skin beneath her fur began to heat up and the woman woke with a small jerk and deep blue sapphires opened languidly and focused on this stranger who had his hand buried in her pelt.

The man was bathed in earthen browns, slate greys and lovely off white cream colors with a splash of vibrant red at the corner of amber eyes that stared down at her with such intensity she was sure she would begin smouldering any time soon now. In the fraction of a second she had been awake and aware of him she had already made the decision to have sex with him if he wanted it or at least try to get him to if he didn't but with the way he was looking at her there was a very slim chance she was getting out of this without sex taking place. By now all of two seconds had passed and her mouth broke into a sexy grin, eyelids fluttering half closed and a voice dipped in honey made itself known, the tone suggesting naughty things,

"Well hello there." She raised herself up with her hands on the ground behind her holding her weight and leaned back displaying all she had to offer and hoping that the patches with newly grown fur wouldn't turn him off. She turned her head towards him so that her hot breath whooshed past his cheek when she spoke, "What can I help you with today."

Liam · 11-22-2011, 10:13 PM

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Some PP, let me know if you want it changed ^^;

Her eyes opened, deep blue eyes. There was something warm in them, something incredibly intimate. She stretched, moving under his hand. She smiled seductively at him, and his cock throbbed in his jeans. As she asked what she could do for him, he chuckled softly. He reached out and cupped a breast. "I think you know what you can do for me, sexy." He didn't know where the words came from, but he went with it. He stroked the pad of his thumb over her nipple, licking his lips.

He couldn't resist speaking. "Seeing you there reminded me of a story about a lost princess, doomed to sleep until her prince charming wakes her with a kiss." He grinned roguishly. Suddenly, he threw his legs over her, straddling her body. His eyes locked with hers, the golden orbs glittering and smoldering. His hands were on either side of her hips, his face inches away from hers. And then the male closed the gap, kissing her deeply. He applied enough pressure to her torso with his that she would hopefully lay back so he could enjoy her body. He ground his hips into her, essentially humping her legs. In his mind he could already see their bodies entwined, could smell the sex and the blood. He knew what he wanted, even though he hadn't done it before.

The butterflies goaded him on, whispering about lust and its joys, whispering about the power physical intimacy gives a wolf.

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Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 11-23-2011, 08:19 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCRT8IItGpw&feature=related - this song... this thread = perfection XD
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She fell back into her role easily and with some measure of relief, the temptress full of seduction and enchantment to ensnare his senses within a web of desire that was all consuming. His words gave rise to a cat like grin and a flame ignited within the sapphires that stared longingly out at him. He reminded her of Giuseppe in a way, a danger to him, a wildness that was as untamed as it could be, the danger called to her, a siren's song that she was powerless to resist. Thought's of Matteo flew out of her mind completely, the white male was innocence like a first snowflake or raindrop, he could never hope to measure up to the full storm with its howling winds and pounding rain, the young femme knew that she would never be able to stay true to him, he was too nice and what she needed, craved was menacing, nasty and evil.

A gasp was pulled from her like a puppeteer tugging on the strings of his puppet. His words amused her and she laughed, a short barking laughter. He may be a prince but she was no princess. Her blue orbs tracked his movement as he straddled her lithe form, the clothes that looked so sexy on him now hindered their progress. The shame at her scars and lack of fur seeped away into nothing, it obviously didn't put him off at all. He nudged forwards and she leaned back against the ground, kissing him back with passion, an ivory hand sliding along his cheek. Her mind was a whirling inferno of lust and a low moan of pleasure made its way up her chest, she could feel his heat through the denim of his jeans and her other hand snaked down between them and began to tug against the button that help it closed and him contained.

Liam · 11-24-2011, 02:36 AM

((Awesome song. LOL BTW: [html]This[/html] makes me think of this thread. LMAO. *shifty eyes* Okay, now that I'm done goofing off, to write this reply. Let me know if the pp is too much?))

His heart was racing, his blood singing in his veins. Her touch seared him, her groans driving him wild, drawing an answering growl from him. His clothes were offensive to him, he wanted his flesh against hers. Evidentially, she had the same idea as her fingers were tugging at the button of his jeans. She undid the button on his jeans, and he propped himself on one hand to begin tugging the offending denim down and kicking them away. Her hand was hot; Liam felt as if he were burning alive.

The thought of Ayasha didn't register with him, didn't occur to him to remember his promises to her. Even after the haze of lust cleared, he would feel no guilt. If anything, he would feel calmer, less angry and stressed. He licked his lips as he looked at the pale woman touching him. He wanted her now, wanted this. Lust drove his thoughts as he grabbed her and rolled over so she was on top. He wanted her to do the work while he laid back and enjoyed it. Of course he wanted to use her, too. He wanted to drive himself deep into her body and hear her scream just for him. He wanted to taste her blood on his lips.

At that thought, he grabbed her face and pulled it to him, kissing her fiercely. If he played his cards right, if she didn't pull away, he would playfully bite her lip and hopefully draw blood. Somehow blood and sex seemed the appropriate combination. He wanted to claim her in his way, to make her his. Not mates, no, he'd promised that to Ayasha. But he wanted this sexy and wanton femme to use again and again.

Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 11-25-2011, 06:13 PM

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Are you okay with Gemma hearing a few whispers of Liam's butterflies? Big Grin she is veerryyy flexible

Gemma Lives Gemma Talks Gemma thinks

Her heart raced as his did, a heavy beat against the inside of her chest. Lust and desire swirling around together in a delicious vortex that fogged her mind and made her flex her muscles. The rumble of growls from his throat brought soft whimpers from her maw, she was a submissive creature by nature her life before this moment had ensured that and what she wanted was to be dominated in a physical and mental way. There would be no struggle to subdue her for she was already broken but some men liked that, a vessel they could use for their own selfish pleasures not understanding that that was what truned her on the most, to be used and abused, the only difference was that she chose this, instead of being raped she was actively participating and it was intoxicating.

She recalled vaguely a white man from a while ago that had touched somewhere sweet and caring inside of her, this was the opposite of that. Now all her blackness and anger, her hatred was brought to the fore and used against her, a dark passion that had her writhing underneath him. There would be blood today from both of them, she could hear as her ears twitched the whispers at the very edge of her hearing. They spoke of dark deep things, of violence and pain, release and danger. She had never heard these particular voices before but she liked them, whoever they were, they egged her on and the woman gripped a hand in his fur, tugging slightly at the earthy colored pelt.

She helped him remove his jeans with a stretch any practicing gymnast would be proud of the woman hooked the claws of her left leg into his jeans, tearing through the material slightly and pulled them down and flicked them away, uncaring of where they lay now. She didn't have time to begin yanking at his shirt as he gripped hold of her and twisted them around so that she straddled him. Their movements were furious and fast, he pulled her close in for another kiss and the female rubbed her lucious body against his, feeling the heat of his length against the bareness of her stomach.

Liam · 12-07-2011, 10:50 AM

Golden embers burned brightly, lust driving him to tangle his hand in her mane none too gently and drag her to him even as she tugged his earth hued fur. The taste of her blood on his tongue was intoxicating, and a growl rumbled in his throat. He thrust his hips up, rubbing his swollen member against her body. There was a look in her eyes, a look on her face that told him she had heard the dry whispers of the butterflies, adding fuel to his fire.

Fuck it. Forget her on top. He needed to be in her now. He used her hair to slam her to the ground, his other hand pulling her fragile hands over her head and pinning them there. He grunted as he started thrusting his hips, his cock seeking out the dripping honey of her slit. None too soon he felt her velvet walls surrounding his cock, and he began fucking her eagerly. He was taking his pleasure of it, loving being as rough with her as he needed to be.

He released her hands and her hair, only to lean his head in and begin nipping at her chest and shoulders. The male didn't know or care if any of his 'love' bites drew blood, though certainly they couldn't all have avoided breaking the skin. There would be blood, from both of them, and it would only serve to deepen the heady pleasure he was feeling.

Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 12-11-2011, 02:49 PM

Gemma has many MANY issues XD
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She was in some kind of drug induced heaven. somebody had injected her with something she was sure of it because what she was feeling was certainly nothing her body could produce on its own. She was flying and every tug of her hair or bite on her flesh seemed to send her higher, faster, reaching for the sky. Danger was all around her and the ivory woman was not aware of anything other than the earthen man currently sending her into outer space. His eyes were burning, piercing her soul and binding her in place, the sawtooth princess wouldn't have tried to escape even if she had wanted to. She saw into him, saw the madness threatening to come out, the chaos that reigned within controlled and bound down. such a shame he couldn't release it.

The change of position was a whirlwind of movement that caught her by surprise and a muffled yelp came from her as several strands of her hair came away in his fist. The smell of blood came into the air, was it hers or his? She didn't know and didn't really care. When he managed to push himself into her, the woman gave a shriek that was nearly otherworldly, it made her own ears bend with its pitch and she rumbled deep in her throat, a growl at herself, annoyed at the sound she had produced. There was nothing gentle about this mating, only two creatures born of hatred and fear, marked by darkness. The control of her hands was wrested from her and the female struck back with a blow of her own, a nip on the corner of his draw, it was small but still bled and she ran her tongue across the wound, savoring the salty metallic taste of his lifeblood.

Liam · 12-21-2011, 01:18 AM

He drove himself in deep and hard. The sting of his jaw didn't fail to register, and he snarled softly, glaring down at her. There was something about this woman... Fuck it. Oh, he was fucking her, too. The sound of his body meeting hers was audible, delicious aural delights for the avid exhibitionist. He nipped at her shoulder again, closer to the neck. He had this deep desire to grab her by the neck and force himself deeper inside of her, force his knot into her, force her body to accept every last drop of his cum.

He had this raging need to hurt her, too. To force her onto her hands and knees and make her take it up the ass. To force his knot into her ass and fill that orifice with his hot seed, and to rip it out of her and hear her delicious screams of pleasing pain. Various kinky and dark images flashed across his mind, and he groaned.

His voice was a guttural growl, feral and dangerous. "How much can you take, Princess?" He didn't know her name. He didn't know if he would find out her name, he didn't know if she would tolerate the pain he was longing to give and receive for himself as well. He wanted to push herself and himself to the edge, and maybe even beyond.

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