[M] The splendour of your curves
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Forward dated to December 15, 2011 late night
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Word Count → 400+ :: Light is a little topsy turvy forgot to detail that.


Light was tapping the end of his pencil against the paper that sat upon his lap. He was blank with ideas and decided to take yet another swig of the bottle at his side. He had tried seeking inspiration from the outdoors of his home back as snow melted under his rump he was still out of ideas. He feared he had spent far too much time of the day drawing enjoying his wonderful gift from the blind female of Cercatori d’Arte. He sighed heavily as the affects of his alcohol started to take hold and considered calling it a night.

His heart heavy with failure yet his pages filled with lead and char they male opened the door to his home. The small house billowed with steaming smoke as he widened the door to enter and sighed. The fire had been burning with too much wood; his home would be far too warm to allow it to continue with such vigour. The scarred hunter left his door wide to cool the stuffy house and started to poke at the flame of his fire. He broke apart the wood and spread it apart so the flame would lower. As the dimming light took hold the male looked about his home.

Something felt off so he rearranged his furs along the rotting structure people called a couch. Even with its age it beat any floor and bed of stone, he much preferred to sleep on his back in his two legged form. The shadows were still off so he set forth to shift the furniture around. His small shaky desk he pushed further into the corner to allow the light of the flame to fill his room. He paused putting a hand under his muzzle and shifted the couch just a tad. There was something missing he thought and would have to seek out items in the old human cities some time.

His door still open wide and the chill finally started to grace the home he went to close it. Then something caught the scarred hunter's nose, he took a whiff and sure enough within his sight was the subject he had been seeking all day. Gemma, come. Was all he said in his deep voice that was filled with a drunken excitement. The male left the door open for the white female to approach as he prepared his paper and grabbed one of the pencils he received from Hotaru. He stood and awaited her entrance.


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Tammi edit: added the mature template. Don't forget it! Smile
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She was back in her game sexually and the horrid dry streak had ended. It had been frustrating to say the least and she didn't know why she had been so coy and shy in regards to having sex with Teo, perhaps it was left over feelings from Anathema? She didn't know and didn't really care to find out particularly. All she knew was that he was so good for her. The abused woman was making her way towards the Great Fire again. She found herself spending more and more time around its fierce orange glow and was slowly working up the courage to ask somebody, anybody how she would go about setting off on the path of the fire tender.

She was dressed again in the clothes Matteo liked to see her in, the checkered green button up top and the long blue jeans that stuck to her curvaceous form like a second skin With a gratuitous hole cut out for her large fluffy tail. The weak sun did little to warm her though so the woman felt a slight chill from the air after all it was winter now. She was lost into her own thoughts that dashed from this idea to the next but nothing really serious flitting around in there when a voice made the hairs on the back of her neck rise in a pleasurable way. She knew that voice.

It was the hunter from the fire that she had met a while ago, colored of mostly white with a few silvers and browns thrown in. Not as attractive as pure white but the scarring that marked his body more than made up for it. Unknowingly like his niece Saxif Gemma had a thing for scars like she had a thing for white fur. Gemma, come She came. She sauntered into his home with barely a thought for his intentions, the excitement and pheromones already swirling around made for a heady cocktail of scents.

"What can I help you with Light?" Her eyes spoke her question but there was no innocent meaning within it.
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OOC: Remind me to read this when I'm sober XD

He saw her in a different light in that moment. His mind blurred by drink and his desire haste with ambition. He had a goal and he was going to reach it regardless… he had no care of her time or where she was headed. He just wanted what he wanted. So when she entered the house her eyes knowing and body shifting in such a way he knew all too well. The smirk that had drawn across his relaxed face was almost unclear. His intentions were to draw her in her splendorous beauty and that was all in that moment. His hair was strewn in a few broken strands crossing his hazy eyes that scoured her partially un-furred features, her body adorned in torture and pain much like his own. Light wanted to touch them wanted to etch them into his own scarred frame just to feel what she had gone through.

The drunken male stroked her skin just for a moment before he realized his pause, his strange reaction to her presence. Light ushered her in grasping her arm in a pushy manner that he couldn’t control in that moment. He settled her on the couch and started to tug at the clothing that covered her natural form that hindered her beauty. When the sound of fabric tearing was heard he pulled his large hand back. Sorry. He chuckled in an embarrassed manner and stepped back. He rubbed his maw just then wishing the wave of confusion and haze would pass.

He realized he needed his pencil and paper as she settled and he smiled at her. The shadows were perfect, the fire crackled with perfect wave; he was ready. He settled himself upon the furs and looked up at the beautiful creature before him like a small wolf ready to see a present revealed to him. He seen her in her natural glory before but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to watch her in her element. He knew she was amazing and that was what he was going to capture upon his new paper. His body already peeking with excitement and anticipation.
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Alcohol was the perfume that tinted his breath and skin and she breathed it in deeply. The last time she had been allowed to drink any had not been a happy time for her. Gemma refused to think of the death of her son, feeling a cold shiver run up her spine. It was not that the woman wished to forget her child, indeed with her memory as perfect as it was she could not forget him, ever, but she was such a simple creature really, she did not deal well with emotions such as grief and mourning, it made her strange to talk to and be around. So she could use this man as a distraction now from the depression he himself had caused if only on accident, whether his intoxication had affected his decision to call her in was irrelevant, she was here now and he wasn't escaping easily.

From the color of his pelt and the scars on his person, she was already warming up for him in anticipation, the woman's toes and fingers twitched and itched to run through his haphazardly strewn hair. The hand that was stroking her arm seemed accidentally placed, or rather, drunkenly placed. A cat's grin curled her lips as she made to take a step closer to him when suddenly he was ushering her forwards with pushy movements and she went willingly with him, a small purring laugh coming from her maw,

"Okay, okay, I'm going." She let herself be settled onto his couch that was draped with furs of all colors, sizes and ages. Some smelt old with musk and others were fresher and newer, still containing a kick of life within them. Despite the short amount of time she had spent with Light on some baser level Gemma already knew that he wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't push her too far, wouldn't break her, it would not take much in any hand. Again her small laugh came as he tried to remove her clothes, his drunkenness glaringly obvious as his coordination was off slightly. There was never any thought in Gemma's mind that perhaps sleeping with a drunk man was not a right choice to make, but then she had not been raised like that, her life lessons had not taught her that, in her experience drunken men hit less and lasted longer... or shorter depending on the amount imbibed.

The sound of fabric tearing brought her out of her thoughts and she looked down, a small hole was now apparent in her green button up top but it was nothing serious. Light murmured an apology and pulled his hands back much to her disappointment, she smiled up and him and pulled the shirt over her head in a quick fluid movement, tossing it carelessly over the back of the couch,

"No harm, no foul." She didn't quite understand what the words meant but knew it to be some form of waving off a misdeed. Her blue jeans were likewise removed and tossed to places unknown. Now she waited to see what he would do next.
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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Paper strew across his lap left and right before he really settled on her form more satisfactory to his standard. As she relaxed into the couch and really gazed into his soul that is when he feverishly etched her in a solid form. His lines were more careful, his eyes drifting across her like fingers exploring every part of her. His focus so deep and hard his breathing was heavy. To him in that moment he was getting to know her, every bit of her. She knew she hated her scars so he refrained from detailing them even though he desired them more than anything about her. His tongue slipped through his teeth draping across his nose for a brief moment as he felt the desire to lick her every muscle and curve.

His body was already well into the feelings his torso tainted with pink as his member hardened. He would not stop though he needed to finish needed to immortalize the woman that started to develop across his page. Her blue eyes haunting him with such a fire they really stood out on his livening piece. Finally as shadows filled they seemed to dance across his page as he paused for a brief moment to drink from the emptying bottle nearby. The moment he felt he was done enough to present it to her he arose.

His tall form towered her as she waited for him seemingly eager. She knew; he could see it in her eyes. It wasn’t until he was rubbing his hands through her fur grunting his desires to penetrate her beautiful form that he realized his actions. That he really came to realize what he was doing. His memory was almost broken between each action like a long blink of a scattered dream. His body pressed against hers ready to give her what she clearly begged for within her eyes, her voice. Then horrified by his lost moments his actions his unknown words of yearning that were taking place; the heavily drunken male pulled back.

This was a female of another… she was not his, not free. His eyes suddenly filling with a horror he could feel himself slipping back settling into the couch. What am I doing? You are Matteo’s… He put his face into his hands. Not only was he with a female who was another’s, (his friend’s nonetheless) he wanted to give her every part of him, his lust his hope his passion. A slight smirk drew across his face… it was a rare female who made him feel as livened as the pain of desire throbbed between his legs. He set his eyes back upon her ready to turn her away ready to say no, ready to end it all for this was against everything he ever believed.


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This wasn't to be a normal encounter then she realised as he pulled out paper and drawing equipment. There was something devilishly erotic about showing yourself for another wholly and completely to be recorded down upon a touchable medium, something that was visible. Memories could fade within the minds of some but down in black and white, if looked after properly it could and would last for a long time, maybe even a lifetime. His excitement was also something that could be experienced, the scent of it tainted the air with an enticing fragrance, adding to the one of alcohol and man. She rested back against the sofa as he directed, positioning herself for his intense gaze. The thinness of the fur on her chest and arms still bothered her but she did not let him see that, she did not try to cover them up, there would be no use for it.

Deep blue pools were half lidded and vibrant in their expressiveness as they always had been, the woman had never been able to hide her emotions for her eyes were like an open book to her soul that had bee thrown right open. His concentration was so intense upon the pages he held that Gemma would almost believe he had lost interest in herself if not for the burning looks that would come every time he raised his eyes to take in more of her form. Whenever they did her skin would get hot, flush with desire and her frustration would ramp up several notches. This was torture, a sweet torture for both of them. She wasn't the only one getting turned on by the slow seduction that both of them seemed to be taking part in, the length of him was displayed proudly, a shock of color against his otherwise uniform fur.

Then it seemed he was done, putting down his pencil and setting aside the rest of his paper. She was kind of eager to view his drawing of her, to see herself in the light that he saw her but she was more interested in the hard swollen organ that bounced and jerked under her gaze as though sentient and able to feel her stare. There was lost time there for both of them, a shorter time for her though. The paper fluttered to the floor completely forgotten as light colored hands traveled down her sides as the hunter sought to join her upon his sofa of pelts, it was large enough to accommodate the both of them comfortably and Gemma privately wished it was smaller so that they would be forced up against each other, a crush of bodies and intertwined limbs. His body covered her though, a perfect fit and her paws immediately looped themselves around his neck, playing with the mane of fur that extended down his back. Her own lengthening ivory locks spilled over the arm of the sofa and dangled inches above the floor, curls and twists abounding throughout the silky almost shining hair.

The heat of him was hot and heavy against her stomach, pulsing insistently and her hands traveled down his spine from around his neck to grasp at his hips and pull him closer, her own rising up to meet him the inch or so that they were separated by. His muzzle was at her ear whispering dirty things into the large audit, things that made her shiver and moan, she wanted what he suggested so badly, her body was on fire, hungry and willing. His body flexed against her, the muscles clenching and relaxing underneath her palms as he thrust forwards in a futile gesture, her claws dug into his fur. She frowned however at the words he uttered and he began to pull back away from her. What? Oh hell no. She was not giving up her quarry that easily. Even as her hands slid from him and he rested his face into the paws that had stroked her so lustfully,

"We have an open relationship. If the desire comes then I fuck other men and so does he." Her frown was replaced by another sultry look, she couldn't help but think the idea of Matteo and another male going at it extremely hot, maybe they would let her join in one day? She would like that very much. Her crystalline blue eyes watched him steadily from beneath long lashes, the end of her tail flicked back and forth like a cats would do. She moved her body, settling into a more comfortable position, easing the strain on her neck to look up at him and leaned back onto her elbows. "Play your cards right with me tonight and I'll introduce the idea to him of a threesome. You, me and him." She had come to understand, his mannerisms and reactions, what they all meant for him, for his sexuality. Seduction was her element, the language that she spoke and her voice dropped several octaves into positively scorching,

"I know you'd like that. The idea of his hard sweaty both writhing beneath your own, crying out as you laid into him." Shit, she was turning herself on even more here. She continued to speak to him in the low sexy tones, describing all the different ways that she, himself and Teo could crush their bodies together and create deliciousness. As she did her hand slid down lower until she reached her core. The woman gasped as her rough pads roamed over sensitive flesh, spreading around the juices that her body produced, introducing the fragrance to the air, there was no change in hell that he wouldn't smell the scent that poured from her like rain from the sky, Her petite fingers slipped inside her moist heat and she arched her back with pleasure, a shapely formed leg flung carelessly across his lap, a soft moaning again coming from her parted jaw along with gasps of breath. "Oh fuck! Don't leave me like this, I want you. Desperately. I need you. Take me, i'll do anything you want." Her voice turned breathy and her words were interrupted by small groans as her fingers massaged and stroked.
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Word Count → 700+ :: Muhahahahahaha


He was opening his mouth to shoot down her first attempt to justify the act they had almost done when her words continued. A rush of blood filled him once more the thought of the offer an enticing one. He did find them both insanely attractive with their scars and pain, their beauty their surviving nature. He thought of Matteo often, his aching boner often releaved at the thought of the white male among others. Her words playing out in his active imaginative mind as a hungry moan escaped. He looked down at her and couldn’t deny her beauty as she writhed in the couch as she further added to his pictures. The hunter moaned a throaty growl as the scent of her desire reached him touching that inner core that so rarely awoke for a female. Her hand trailed over her body as he continued to fight it trying to find a way to escape her net.

She knew she was skilled but as her finger started to part herself his brown eyes drooped lost in the action of her self-pleasure. Then his mind started to justify, his mind started to shift. He couldn’t leave her like that, aching and alone. He couldn’t leave his own swollen member unattended so the male obliged in a manner that he felt was safe enough to keep his morals. Little did he know that his lust would be tested in every manner that night for she would be forever etched in his soul as a female who really turned him on. He gingerly placed his hands upon her leg across his lap and ran his fingers upward. He let out a smile as she ordered his attention and his eyes rose up from the delightful show next to him to meet her deep blue eyes.

My dear, you have no idea what you’ve stumbled upon. His eyes filled with a pride he undoubtedly possessed. His time with women a far larger number than his one with males and in his boredom he learned just how to make a girl happy. He knew she would be a challenge but now equipped with a goal and a reward he would make this night one never to forget.

He pounced on the girl with a powerful swiftness that creaked the couch as his hands drove into the armrest above her. His powerful body towered over her pure white form that was tinted with an orange glow of flame. He didn’t give it to her though he wouldn’t make that so easy being the bastard that he was when in bed. He enjoyed his games, his play. He brought his muzzle down next to her ear. All I want love is for you to be happy. One hand came off the couch his weight easily held above Gemma no part really touching her other than the raise of her own.

His hand ran through the long soft tendrils of her hair that rested upon her face taking them within his fingertips and letting them glide through until his hand touched the tip of her collar bone. He trailed them down as his muzzle fell forward licking just under the curve of her jaw. He breathed in her scent heavily. His fingers rolled along the outer edge of her bosom in that sensitive area that trailed just underneath. His skilled fingers following a map of delightful points that led to the treasure below. Then, as his hands had finally lifted off the tip of her tender bump, he pulled his muzzle back that nipped and licked her gently. His deep brown eyes burrowed into hers. Tonight Gemma I am slave to your desire so guide me as you would have me. It was the rare time his dominance was lifted often only lost to stronger males.

Though until his first order was uttered he was going to make her feel good the best way he knew how. His face pulled away as he went to his knees and lowered again with a closer destination to his body. His tongue and fingers first teased her waiting for that beg of the hips that showed he was succeeding. When the action was provided he quickly dove into drive. His fingers parted her swiftly driving deep and searched with a skillful guide as his eyes and ears awaited that pleasant reaction. When he felt it achieved his tongue began its duty and his fingers wriggled and drove into her slowly but forcefully into that area of joy. He couldn’t deny the taste of a female its sweetness that tasted like some sort of forbidden fruit. His moans were clearly a sign of his happiness as his powerful fingers did their duty.


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He tried to fight, tried to resist and do the right thing for her and for Teo in his own world and assumptions but Gemma was a master of fishing for the male of her species, reeling them in with her bait as easily as if they had already been beached, her father had taught her well in the art of what men liked and every male since then had only added her knowledge of the opposite sex, socially she was as inept as a simpleton but when it came to sex and seduction, Gemma knew many ways and means, her teachers had been thorough and demanding.

Her back arched from the sofa as eyes shielded themselves from the world, cloaking her unraveled gaze from his own for several seconds. In those few ticks of time he seemed to come to his decision about where his loyalties laid. The hand upon her leg caused her eyes to pop open again, blue ocean slits amongst the sea of white. The scent of his arousal as it whirled around her with a cocoon of sin was thick and heady, she breathed it in lustfully like a suffocating person would do air, nostrils flaring again and again. A rich whine came from her throat in response to his spoken words and as he lunged forwards towards her. Another time, another place, another man and this sudden movement would have scared her or made her flinch. But she was safe here, protected. He would not hurt her, not the broken souls that resided within her flesh.

His words were raw and primal and suffused with need, want, lust. He did not deliver upon the promised satisfaction however, instead he teased and tormented holding himself away from her despite her desperate pleas, a larger paw running through her twists and curls. The coywolf felt a brave flash stab through her and nipped at his finger in a rare act of defiance. Her mouth seemed to dry of all moisture while his paws continued on down her body, and the attempt to wetten her nose with a sandpaper tongue was in vain as there was nothing to wet it with.

Blood pounded in her ears with the racing of her heart, excitement fueling its flight. She knew he cared for her in his way, although she didn't need the emotion it was an added bonus. Being with people who would ask some of the time instead of just take, take, take was a nice and very well welcomed change. She enjoyed strutting herself around as she did but now she did it because she enjoyed it and not because some man was forcing her to. Intelligent thought was wiped from her mind as he demonstrated just how deeply his knowledge went and the skill with which he used his know how.

She quickly found herself surrounded by delicious, delicious pleasure and his small home echoed with her cries of completion. Her breathing was harsh and her voice now quiet again, trembling fiercely with soft whimpers, and more pleading begs that were disjointed and cut off by her pants,

"Please.. I need.."


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