[m] they can have the world, we'll create our own

Giselle Fantasia · 12-26-2011, 04:19 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

+5. Backdated to the evening of December 7th, after the wedding. Slight pp, let me know if you mind.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to one of the most awkward threads ever.

Nothing had ever felt more perfect in the world, a tale that went beyond a happy ending. Giselle had always felt complete after reading tales that ended with the characters living happily ever after, but this was something else. A dream made real, the unity of two hearts that would forever beat as one, the marriage was sealed with the song of the Dreamers flying into the clouds, and a kiss to build a dream on. The ivory woman's face glowed with happiness, eyes fluttering open to look on her new life - their new life - through a different and brighter view. The newly mated couple threw their heads back to join in the song - of new life, love, dreams, and joy - and the pale princess' heart thought it would burst from the gaiety of the day.

Soon it was drawn to a close, but the young woman's eyes sparkled with light even as the sun began to recede over the mountains. Time had no meaning to her now, and the love that the day comprised had left her blind to the dwindling attendance. Caught by surprise, Silvano had appeared behind the woman and grasped her hand, and suddenly took off back towards home. "Oh!" Giselle exclaimed into the winter air, her form being pulled by the knight's larger one. Her shock was quickly masked by the happiness that emanated from the woman, and soon found her own feet as the couple ran.

The wind was biting cold, and did not let up, so as the couple ran without a purpose back towards the manner, Giselle's hair flew out behind her in a sea of mahogany, flower petals dancing from her hair and towards the ground. Ribbons disentangled from her curled locks without notice, as they too found themselves in colorful piles on the earth. Both forms burst through the Manor doors, making their way up towards the elegant steps.

"S-stop!" She breathed out as she and Silvano reached the top. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her hair now hanging freely down along her back. Though panting from exhaustion, the petite female could not help but giggle merrily, for reasons that needed no explanation. Her naturally gloved hand remained locked with Silvano's, as they stood there attempting to catch their breath. Auburn hair swirled around the woman's face as she paused in her laughter to smile up into her mate's emerald eyes, fueling her racing heart.

For a moment she had no words for her knight, feeling as if she had said all she could during the ceremony, under the witness of their family and the spirits traveling in the wind. The Aedile's breathing slowed, though her smile remained gracefully painting her snow white face. "Today... was very lovely. Thank you~" She said, feeling the need to thank him once more for helping set things up and, most important, to gather his family and all Dreamers to bear witness. "I couldn't have asked for a happier ending." Leaning forward on her toes, the woman inched up to plant a kiss on her tall, regal knight.

Silvano Sadira · 12-28-2011, 02:29 AM

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If the distance between the manor and the weddings site had not been so large, Silvano would have scooped up his dainty bride and carried her over the threshold. Naturally, they had paid their respects during the wedding, or rather after it, to the guests. But after that, the man wanted his mate to himself, to spend a quiet time with. The words with members of their pack had been sweet congratulating words. His mother was clearly proud, even moved enough to cry. He saw the tears on her eyes and the redness, but he also saw the joy in those emerald eyes he had inherited. A tight hug, and he had been forced to move on to his other family members. His elder sister and her mate, and his littermates. Artemis was clearly happy for him, but there was unease in her. They had grown distant, that much was obvious. But she was here and she was happy for him, and he could be no less happy for her presence.

But his thoughts were always drawn for that evening. It would be Giselle and his first night together. He would have the pale woman in his arms all night, and that was what he had been looking forward to more than anything else. He had come a long way from catching her mid-fall to holding her hand at a makeshift alter. She had looked beautiful that entire time, and he could not take his eyes off her. Even during their words with the pack, his gaze would shift to his new mate's face and rejoice in her radiance. Mate.. oh, a word he would have to get used to. He would have to learn how to be good for her, to keep her from crying. She probably had, a little bit, from excitement and joy.

The moment they could both be freed from their duties, Silvano took her by the hand and rushed her through their home. Toward the manor he dragged her along, laughing with her. Breathless with excitement no words could fully describe, he pushed open the manor doors. He let her go first, and chased her up the stairs with deft fingers on the hem of her dress. At the top, she demanded he stop, just as breathless as he was. Silvano laughed at his pale mate, and scooped her up into his arms. She was light, and she was his. Her nose he gave a quick lick before carrying her to his room. They could decide on their lodgings soon enough, but this was their moment.

Laughing, Silvano managed to maneuver the two of them through the doorway. His height already had him bending through doorways, but now he somehow managed to get both his body but the body of his beloved through. Inside, he shut the door with an absent foot. The moment he had been waiting for. It made him breathless as he fell onto his bed with Giselle still in his arms. He gave her a gentle kiss, holding her close. "You're far too pretty for me..,"

Giselle Fantasia · 12-29-2011, 12:37 AM

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+5. Chyeah. We rock 'em hard.

All throughout the day there was laughter, tears of joy and happiness, Time slowed, stopped, and sped back up through the young woman's eyes, as Giselle felt her heart heart beat fast and slow in tune to her emotions. She had felt them all, that day, and was grateful for each one as they came and went, remembering the uncontrollable tears that took hold of her face.. and a bright and genuine smile the next. After the ceremony, every sense seemed heightened - the world felt more alive, her mate's face transformed as 'Elle fell deeper into his emerald depths, and every word of future joy and happiness felt and returned with a gracious grin.

With all of those thoughts returning to the petite femme, the Aedile clutched her frenzied-thrumming heart with cream colored fingers in the moment that she leaned forward towards the knight. However, she was caught by surprise when her feet began to feel lighter than normal, feeling as if she were floating. Silvano's arms held the woman protectively as he picked her up, as her face expressed the surprise and then childish glee at the action. Almost naturally, Giselle draped her arms around the man's neck, the motion fluid like a satin ribbon as the bubbly sounds continued to escape her chest.

The airy tittering continued even as the knight had managed to carry the snow white bride into his room, something Giselle had not noticed until she opened her eyes at the sudden downwards motion of both their forms on the bed. Her curtain of dark hair spilled like fire behind her, the ends dancing as if they had a life of their very own. The femme's arms still clung to the man's next even then, and the merriment left the woman's lips as a kiss was suddenly planted, welcoming it happily as she smiled up into the man's eyes. He spoke, yet the woman could not respond right away, feeling somewhat lost as she stared up at him, holding onto the knight as if afraid he would disappear.

Nothing the young woman had read, even as a little girl, had told her about what happened after the happily ever after. That is where the story ended, and yet the tale for the pale princess and her knight had just begun. She felt her fingers fall into the long fur at the nape of the man's dark neck, relaxed. Even though she remained smiling at the mottled man, unsure thoughts coursed through her head as her ivory-tipped ears twitched curiously. A part of the woman knew she needn't worry any longer, not with her prince by her side, but it was this very part of the enchanting tale that had yet to be written. Powder blue eyes glistened with a hint of worry, her expression forming to match her concern. "Silvano.." She began, looking away from him briefly. "What.. what happens after the happy ending?" The auburn haired woman glanced back upwards, searching for the answer within the face of the errant knight.

Silvano Sadira · 01-01-2012, 02:41 AM

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Giselle's easy laughter filled his ears like a beautiful chorus, mind feeling rather lofty, as though he was high. Some drug was running through his veins, he knew it. This was just far too good to be true. What kind of wondrous drug did they stick in him, what miracle elixir did they shove down his throat? It had to be some nector from the gods, it was just too beautiful to be fact. Was this all a hallucination caused by some old chemical gone wrong? Potent and powerful, it had to be coursing through his viens like wildfire, when every inch of him burned with the touch of Giselle at his fingertips. Perhaps he had landed into one of the woman's fairy tales, where the hero and heroine earned some kind of wonderful happy ending. Silvano was certainly happy to no end, especially feeling Giselle play with the hairs on his neck, and smell her sweet scent so close to his person.

He wanted to make her happy. He wanted her to be happy all the time, to feel joy, to smile in the sunlight. Silvano could see the two of them, one day, setting another picnic under the apple tree in the spring. The flowers would bloom, petals falling on his pretty mate. Perhaps there would even be a pup or two running about. Savina surely wanted grandpups to come from this union, and he knew Giselle would love having children of her own. He could tell that she loved children, her own or others. The woman would be a brilliant mother, sweet and generous. He would be the one to discipline them, and even then his hand would be light and gentle. They could be fair parents, he knew. He knew together the two of them could have beautiful children to make them both proud. Yet, Silvano was already afraid for her. She probably did not understand how they came about, or how much a mother risked in her birthing den. But surely Savina would help the woman if that time would come. Savina surely wanted grand children, and thus far none of her offspring had come close. Cambria had a mate, but two women could not bear a child without a man. Gotham might get a woman with his children, but none had come to see their grandmother, if they even existed. It was almost embarrassing, that Silvano might be the first to give their mother grandchildren.

Silvano looped some of her long, brown hair between a few fingers, drawing them away from her head as he looked at the color. In the darkness it seemed more like his own in the sunlight. It was more matte and significantly less shiny than it would be in the full gleam of day. But the setting sun colored everything rosy gold. Her pale ivory fur looked more like white gold, pale but still yellow. Buttercup yellow, even. But her eyes.. oh her eyes were still blue like a clear summer sky, even in the middle of winter as darkness began to descend. He was captivated in her clear gaze after their slight embrace. He licked her nose for good measure, letting his free hand trail down her neck to flick away rogue strands of hair.

Her question made the fire in his veins roar, because he knew the answer. His books taught him there. In the old ages of humans, marriages were sealed with a night, consummated. The man and wife would sleep together, and begin a lifetime of producing heirs. That was not their life but before this curse, this gift, pups were made in breeding seasons. And now, it anyone could have pups if their pack willed it. Now, pleasure could be found in the act once found to be only an instinctual duty. But how was he supposed to tell her what was supposed to happen? How would he tell her, explain to her what happened on a married couple's first night joined. They were mates, not married, but it was their duty. And their privilege. Wasn't it?

The Sadira had wanted it. There was no point in denying that he had desired the pale woman in his lap for days, long prior the ceremony. Weeks prior he had felt the warm tingle of longing for her. It had raced through his blood and made his fingertips eager to touch her pelt, run his fingers through her brown locks. It made his abdomen bubble with lust, his desires forced down every time. It had all been accumulating since then, especially since he knew the woman was loathe to give in to those temptations. She had slapped away his hand at her chest and blushed away any thought of trying for more. But Silvano wanted to be with her so badly, and he wanted to be with her in many ways. He loved to be by her and loved her in all the ways it was good to. But he still longed for her, and dare he say it, lusted for her. It was all in love, though.

Skin hot, Silvano let the hair curl off his fingertips, and let his hands fall to her sides as he held her in his lap. "I.. I don't know how to tell you." He did not want to make her cry. He could still remember, quite clearly, when he had tried to touch her and her protests at his actions. Silvano had waited patiently for this day, so that he could claim Giselle as his own, his beautiful mate. But how would see feel about something like this? They had never really discussed it much. Nor had they talked about potential offspring. "Normally.. on these honeymoon days.. they.." Silvano swallowed hard, staring at her belly absently in embarrassment. His belly roared with a familiar flame, forcing him to control his thoughts. Yet, Giselle's warmth against his only made it all so much more difficult. "They..," he faltered again, squeezing Giselle's hips under his hands in an effort to explain. Then he looked up at her, almost like a guilty boy who was caught reading a dirty magazine.

Giselle Fantasia · 01-01-2012, 05:13 PM

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WC: 712. I can see Savina dressed up in old granny clothes and fur booties, going "GIVE ME SOME GRANDBABEHS!", XD.

There was something special to be said about the pair of them, as they lay enveloped in laughter and in one another's arms. Giselle saw it as magical, for her happiness could be seen in every form as her gaze shimmered over the knight. Her knight. She trusted him as much as she loved the mottled male - with all of her heart. He would not hurt her, nor would he make her angry or sad again... for Silvano would protect her. This was her dream, to find true love, and now she had it. It bothered Giselle as to where her path would lead her - them - next, for she believed that finding her true love meant she had everything she could ever want.

She fell comfortably into his own lap, her smaller form a stark contrast to his dark, muscular one, as her fingers toyed with the nape of his neck, winding around bits of fur like a slow and graceful dance. The petite woman could feel their heartbeats mingling in the quiet, and watched as the male's finger took a lock of her auburn curls. His touch was gentle, despite the more rough and violent things he gripped within those same claws. She had considered him near a beast once, but at present could only see the beauty that made the mottled male. The look in his eyes when he fought the man to save her life was not savage, but soft. His tightened, calloused grip with the sharp weapon he had clutched was the same hand that now gently brushed hair away from her snow white neck. And his studious face, which once shook with a terrible rage drew closer to her in a brief show of affection to her ebony nose.

A small hand fell from his neck, reaching up to touch his own that rested on her neck, feeling a tingling sensation wherever his fingers trailed there. It could have easily been blamed on the cold outside, though she felt as warm as if she were laying by a fire, burning sweetly in the hearth. At present, 'Elle knew there was no other place she would rather be, than within Silvano's strong protective arms, to feel him there forever. The thought of that word as it danced across her mind made her shiver, to know that a sense of happiness would last forever, to be able to see the knight's shining heart as a fortress that the woman never wanted to escape from.

As his hand moved, the sense of emptiness remained in her own hand where she touched his palm. Giselle let out a slow, drawn out breath as his hands made their way to the sides of her waist, remembering the night under the fireflies in which they danced. Soft blue eyes glittered at the thought of that magical night, a smile mimicking her softened features. Her face remained as such when she looked up at him once more, watching as he struggled to find an answer to her query. Innocent eyes blinked back into his own enchanting greens. There she saw long, soft spring grasses swaying in the breeze, and she felt she could easily fall into that warm emerald field and never need to wake up again.

However, the dark haired female awoke from her brief reverie to feel a soft squeezing at her hips, taking in a small, sharp breath at the gesture. The pale princess was unsure what the action meant, an unfamiliar feeling fluttering in the pit of her stomach. In an attempt to understand, she remained searching into the man's eyes, breathing softly in the scent of the male and the darkening room that swallowed them with the last remainders of light outside. The scent was comforting, and for a moment the woman's eyes closed to take it in, lightly pressing her nose against the knight's own. "Do they dance?" She whispered to him, as if attempting to keep a secret from the rest of the world. Her arms drew back from Silvano's neck, coming around to rest the flat of her ivory palms on his collarbones. With her eyes remaining closed, she found the man's lips once more, brushing the surface with only a feathery touch.

Silvano Sadira · 01-01-2012, 09:57 PM

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It was hard to imagine that Silvano could have ever had something as beautiful as Giselle in his lap. He never figured that he would have his own someone, just like his mother had his father. He felt so happy to have her, especially now that her wishes were satisfied and he had fulfilled that requirement of hers. Maybe she still did not understand how damn happy he was to feel her beneath his finger tips. Silvano felt that he would want to gaze upon her for the rest of his life, so long as she would be smiling back at him. He did not want her to cry anymore, never shed one of sadness or pain. It was a noble dream, full of knightly chivalry. Unrealistic. Some pain would head their way, be it soon or in months or even years. Children were definitely on the horizon for the two of them and there were plenty of tears involved with those little things.

All these thoughts were racing through his head, like some kind of wild fire. Pages of books ran through his mind as he thought about those children they did not have. It was going to be a trial, just like their relationship was. The problems and work never ceased, not even after their wonderful mateship ceremony. There was more to come, so much more. It was as though they had come through the woods only to find a mountain to climb over with a river beyond it waiting. Over the mountain and across the river
waited the bog, swamp, oceans. Thankfully there were no stars to traverse, but that would come in its own time too. Hopefully, such a time would be long in coming and the two of them would not know the stars for years. That was his prayer for his entire family. Even if part of it was broken to pieces.

Ghita and Jasper had seemed happy for a while. Then they separated, dividing the children and alienating each other. Jasper, bold knight and strong warrior that he was, left to form some other pack. It was for other fighters. Silvano wanted to see him, to ask him for help training. He was not skilled enough yet, and he felt there was more to learn. How else could he protect Giselle and, eventually, their descendants. Without Jasper, who would fight for the Dreamers? Who would help lead them? Silvano had to try, as much as he loved his books and the quiet. He could be an educated knight, couldn't he? Hopefully he would never be needed. But that's what he had thought before Maska and his ilk. He had to protect them. He had to take his uncle's example to heart.

And Jasper served as a valuable example, leaving his mate and children to their own devices. Several of his get had left the Dreamers to go his brotherhood of warriors. Ghita was alone again, and for some reason, hiding something. Everyone had secrets, even the calm and collected Dreamers. Silvano had had a secret. He still had a secret, and she was in his lap causing him torment.

The fire in his gut was rising and he felt it burn ever higher as she found his lips again and pressed her hands against his broad shoulders. Silvano felt her warmth in his hands and swallowed hard. Fighting his desires and hormones was difficult, especially with her light scent clouding his mind like thick smoke. Breaking their embrace, the Sadira pulled the woman close to him. His head was pressed against her neck, nose just above her chest. "They join together.," he corrected her, voice husky and breath beginning to turn rough. His hands wrapped around her back, pressing against the small of it. His flesh felt warm, like fire. But would she understand?

Giselle Fantasia · 01-01-2012, 11:01 PM

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WC: 538. I set fiiiireeeee to the raaaiiiinnnnn o/`

All she knew about love was within her books, and every word of it was believed. But this love was so pure and so perfect to Giselle, that she found it hard to put into words. It was a tale she could only tell from her heart someday to her friends, family, and her future pups. The latter thought made the young woman pause only briefly, hoping the sudden motion of her fingers curling would not be noticed by the knight that held her within proximity. Oh, how she wanted children of her own! Thinking of young pups made her eyes glitter like an ocean under the sun, as if about to burst into tears... but they would be tears of joy, hopeful for the future of she, her brave knight, and the pups they might soon have together. But the magic worked in mysterious ways, and so would keep that dream within her own head for the time being, knowing burdens were the farthest thing from either of the Dreamers' minds.

The young woman dared not speak of children yet, though her heart yearned to pour out its desires to her new mate. She decided to be patient, though that was all but evident on her face for just a heartbeat. Instead, she replaced her repressed questions with a warm smile, her gown-clad body shifting only slightly to further mask any apprehension. Giselle was content there, with Silvano beside her, holding her close as if she would drift away in an unexpected breeze. She was a cloud, a dream-filled female hovering above the dark, earthly knight that held her in check. There was not a single doubt in the cream colored beauty's mind when she looked upon him - for it was there she saw true love behind his eyes, her own orbs bringing to surface that emotion with a new surge of love.

Silvano's words were still cryptic to the woman's ears, yet in her heart they were as romantic as anything he had said to her that day. She wasn't sure if she fully comprehended, but nodded all the same, her long hair swaying like fire colored ribbons in the motion. "Oh~" She murmured, gasping only slightly at the sudden pressing of his hands on her back, and wondered if this was what he had meant by being close. "But, we are together, now. It was meant to be~" she said in her sing-song voice, with a short giggle that found its way past her lips. The femme was almost certain that the two could not get any closer, and yet her cheeks began to redden with a new warmth, yet Giselle refused to move from the protective arms of her knight.

A gloved hand found it way to his strong jawline, resting there as fingers trembled from a sudden shiver that passed through her, brought on by the male's warm breath just above her chest. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but the pale princess had no need to be frightened anymore - not of him, nor of the world. In their position, their outlines were aglow from the last traces of sunset that fell from the frosting window, framing them like a perfect picture.

Silvano Sadira · 01-01-2012, 11:23 PM

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Silvano flushed hot at her words, feeling her fingers tracing along her body. She did not understand. She did not understand at all. Did she have absolutely no knowledge of how these things worked, nor did she truly understand what his touches meant to him and what it should mean to her. She thought them simply touches of endearments. Silvano touched her for that and more. He cared about her but he wanted something only she could provide him now. But she had no idea what it was nor did she feel the tension emanating from him. His stomach was bubbling with angry desire, and his heart thudded in his ears as he struggled hard to fight the feelings. He wanted to just let his hands roam. But she was so pure, too pure. She did not understand how much he had wanted her and how much his body just longed to feel hers the way nature intended.

It was meant to be, she said. It was meant to be. His skin prickled at the thoughts running through his head. It was becoming unbearable as he longed to growl and remove her delicate gown and feel her form fully. But it was terrifying for him, especially when she had no idea what was going and what it was he wanted. How did she not know? Why did no one ever tell her what she was supposed to do? What they were supposed to do? Did she truly think that pups appeared magically in the parent's arms one day without any lick of effort? She did not know. She could not have known. She would have known what he was insinuating and what she would need to do. Child birth was painful and she had no idea. Silvano wanted to protect Giselle from such things, but she would have to learn and fast. It was a dangerous world and he could not keep her safe all the time. She had to know. If she wanted children, she would learn.

Silvano growled into her chest in his absolute frustration. His hands shook against her back as his limits were reached and he was struggling from his instincts raging through his blood. "You don't understand," he muttered, voice terribly low and rough. Her scent filled his head and blinded him, emerald eyes shut as Silvano's head pressed against her neck. "I love you so much. But you don't understand." He pulled himself away from her. In a rush of movements, she was on her back on the bed, hair curling around her head like a halo. He was over her, supported by his arms on either side of her. A finger played with a lock of hair near his hand, and the man looked at Giselle with a look of apology. "You don't know." Then leaning in, he kissed her before putting his lips to her ear and muttering what it was men and women did together. "They join together, Giselle. Physically..," he muttered, a hand curling down her clothed stomach even though he was painfully embarrassed.

Giselle Fantasia · 01-02-2012, 12:32 AM

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In the young woman's mind, she was sure there was no other way for she and her mate to be closer. They were united, now, as many Dreamers had witnessed that windy day, sealing their joining with a kiss. For lips were the only things that touched, it was what determined the difference between friendship and true love. It was something that could only be shared for the one that captivated her heart, and it took a prince - or a knight in her case - to do so. Her hands remained cradling his face, breathing out a small sigh of content that they could lay there and relish in their love; to be swept away by their heart's desire with soft words, and sweet kisses in expression when words were simply not enough.

Silvano's words were gruff and strange to her ears, making them flick upon a head that had remnants of her flowery halo remaining in its strands. What didn't she understand? Her own brows furrowed as she felt him begin to shake underneath her slender neck. "Silvano," she began, her tone slightly shaky in worry for the male. "Are you alri-- ah!" The words of concern were quickly cut off by his sudden action, taking her by the waist and twisting her around and down onto the soft mattress. Though she felt the plush furs beneath what bare skin there was to be seen, a part of her felt slightly frightened of Silvano's sudden action. Her hands curled into her palms as she drew them up towards her own chest, a natural reaction in defense to an action that was spurred on by something the woman could not yet comprehend.

But when he kissed her once more, the snow white beauty felt saved once more. She was reassured yet again that her knight would never harm her intentionally, for it was his act of saving her life that had made her see the true prince in him to begin with. No prince had, and ever would, hurt their princess.. their one true love. 'Elle giggled, then, in reaction to his pinning her, believing it was just another playful romp as one pup might do to another in play. But that reaction changed, however, when his face drew away from her own, and huskier words whispered into a cream-tipped ear were followed by a rough hand trailing to her belly. The young woman inhaled sharply once again, feeling the warmth in her face grow and a tingling sensation linger where he touched presently.

The young woman swallowed visibly, blinking up at the man that now towered above her much smaller form. It was there she saw something more in his eyes, a hunger of a sort neither of them had known, yet behind her own childish eyes lay a yearning to know, to understand, more of that hunger. Powder blue eyes ran down the form that leaned up above her, just within a fingertip's reach, noting as his elegant, simple clothing stretched across his arms. Giselle knew he was not one for clothing, though she felt embarrassed to look upon his unclothed form since the moment they had meant in the valley. The Fantasia woman gave no opinion on the matter, though she was rather pleased that he had taken to an outfit for the ceremony that morning. She wondered, briefly, if they made him uncomfortable, though the pale woman felt the itch of the many fabrics that clung to her as well.

Cautiously, she raised a timid hand to his chest, placing it on his rapidly beating heart, and it only seemed to pulse more vigorously as she felt it beat beneath her fingers. "I would be.. grateful.. if you could help me understand," she muttered up to him, the request strange upon her tongue, for she knew not what was about to occur. The pulsing warmth from her face seemed to find itself flaring up in other places within her, causing her words to be as quiet and slow as her breathing. She loved the man with all of her heart, and wanted to understand his thoughts, his feelings, and his world. It was hers now, too, and she wanted nothing more than for their lives to collide like a wave upon the sand, entwining as easily as they could their own hands.

Silvano Sadira · 01-02-2012, 12:47 AM

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His heart was in his ears and his heart thundered in his chest. Giselle's pose was of self defense but the man ignored it, knowing there was no fear in her body nor was there any malice in his. Her hand snaked to his chest, which was only partially exposed beneath the plain shirt he had chosen to wear for his love's so sought after ceremony. It felt strange, as he usually avoided wearing shirts. Pants were alright with him and he had grown accustomed to them by then. But god, how he wanted to be rid of it all and her to shed her dress. He had never seen her without a gown or anything adorning her body. It was his privilege, wasn't it? He wanted to see what she hid because there ought not be any secrets between the two of them. That was what closeness and matehood was all about, wasn't it? He wanted to know all about her, and all of her while he was at it. She may not understand yet, but he wanted to teach her.

His muttered words, huskily spoken, were not comprehended still. He was flustered and frustrated but there was nothing he could do about it now. Giselle's words were like pouring oil onto a fire and the demon inside raged against his caging. She wanted to know, to understand. And he was rearing to oblige her request. That monster wanted to do it now, immediately, and feel the warmth of her body fully. But Giselle was not a common tramp, some hussy who spread her legs for anyone with the right payment or for the fun of it. Silvano would have to be delicate with her, tender and slow. It was all about making sure she did not hate it, especially if he wanted to do it again after the act. He was likely to want more, but would Giselle understand any of it before they finished? Hopefully she would. If she wanted pups they would have to try at least once, and that was all that mattered.

Breathing heavily, the man sat up on his knees as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It took some fenagaling to get it off, but it soon slipped off his broad shoulders and fell in a cascade to the floor. He leaned back onto his arms, pressing gentle nibbles to her neck, his breath hot against her. Silvano was trying his hardest to be delicate and tender, but he needed her. She was his mate, and he could feel complete beside her. But his desires were raging. A hand lifted to caress her neck as he nibbled down to her collarbones. The straps were in his way, and he slipped a hooked finger under one. Lightly, Silvano nuzzled his mate, trying to be reassuring as he slipped it off her shoulder as far as he could. Then he leaned back again, apologetic look back on his features. "Please, Giselle," he began, lightly tugging on the hem of her gown, "Please, can take this off and let me see?"

Giselle Fantasia · 01-02-2012, 01:45 AM

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WC: 523. IT'S GETTIN' HOT IN HERE.

Her invitation was brought on by a series of events which made the young woman catch her breath for more than an instant. Ivory fingers felt cold and empty as Silvano shifted once more and sat upwards, looking more of a giant from Giselle's point of view where she lay. Curious pale blue eyes watched as he fingered with the small buttons of his shirt, as if he were in a hurry to rid himself of the garment. When he did, however, the dark haired woman blinked, looking upon the man's chest as if she were seeing it for the first time. It was strong, built for his age, the muscles that played beneath his multicolored fur showing signs of his knighthood. Giselle's lips parted for only a moment, before forming a small 'o'. In the next instant, however, she bit her lip and turned her gaze slightly away, embarrassed for seeing something she shouldn't have. But what did it matter? It was not the first time the young woman had laid eyes upon his naked chest, though it somehow seemed a bit stranger to look upon him in that moment.

But as her head turned towards the side, the knight fell upon the soft, exposed part of her neck, making the woman's eyes widen. Whenever he nipped at the sensitive area, he left small bits of fire within the woman, presently making her squirm in order to understand her own struggling. Each moment became more inviting, for where Silvano left fire he also left a shiver to course through her, her petite form trembling with hesitance. She remembered him doing this once before, though they had yet to be mated, and the young woman had been reluctant to let him continue what he was doing within the common room that evening. Now, however, things seemed different, though his kissing continued towards her collarbone, ushering a small squeal from the woman's throat.

There was a burning within her, yet she shivered as if she were experiencing the cold from the outside. But the shivering that was cause to the wind was nothing in comparison to how the knight was making her feel in that moment, her hands placed upon his toned arms in a gesture that made her unsure of what to do next. She felt the straps shift where his breath lingered upon her fur, and Giselle's head snapped up as he gazed down upon her, his expression not beastly, but of a gentle giant that she hadn't known before. Searching into his now-fiery emeralds, her fingers pressed lightly into his arms, tilting her head down to look upon the held inquiry. Dark hair swirled about her head as 'Elle chewed upon her lip, wanting to understand why he desired to see her without clothing. She wanted to be joined with her true love, however, and trusted his judgement. Running her hands slightly up and down the knight's arms, she nodded slowly. "Okay." The response was a squeak, something out of the ordinary for the snow white woman, swallowing once again as she ventured a look back up to the Sadira's face.

Silvano Sadira · 01-02-2012, 03:15 AM

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imma take off all your clothes 8D

Her shuddering beneath him made his breathing catch and concerned looks flutter over his face. But she did not tell him to stop, a request he would have respected to the utmost. Silvano was not the kind to ignore her wishes, as she was his mate and the love he had not even imagined finding for himself. He respected her and there was nothing but love between them. That was why he knew he had to continue on, even if her body shuddered with hesitation. It was not cold, for they would have a hard time being cold even on a winter's night. They were creatures of snow and winter, and they were not weak to the chill of darkness. Giselle was probably afraid, and Silvano was too. Never before had he had a woman like this, and never had he really truly wanted one like this. There was desire in his belly but there was roaring love in his heart and that made everything okay.

Giselle was confused about his request. He understood, because she did not. She always wore dresses to cover herself, and he loathed wearing more than pants. At least now he could see her the way they were all once. She seemed afraid, but he touched her cheek in reassurance and gave her a smile that mimicked the emotions in his touch. After a moment, she consented with a single word. It was not as excited as he would have hoped for, but she accepted his request. How could he be any less happy?

Silvano shifted to let her sit up enough, moving back off the bed. She watched him with her big blue eyes as his hands reached for the hem of her dress. The man rested his palms on her exposed knees as she moved herself. He gripped the hem delicately but firmly, slowly pulling it up. Inch by inch he exposed his mate's pale body. Emerald eyes watched the hem rise up and over the woman's head, leaving her body open to him. His smile continued to be reassuring as he folded the dress carefully and put it on the seat of his desk chair. "Thank you, sweet," he said softly as he cupped her cheek again.

Gently, he coaxed her back down on the pile of furs, giving her an encouraging kiss, nice and sweet. He rained kisses down her neck, a hand flat on her stomach, touching her delicately. She was like a doll, a porcelain doll not to be broken and treated with reverence. "I love you, Giselle..," he said, tone almost thankful that she would allow him such an honor. She was a princess. His princess.

The hand roamed gently up to her chest as he nibbled at her neck, remembering her reaction before to that action. She had batted his hand away and refused to let him progress further. But now, he had gone beyond anything from then, and she had all the right to refuse him now. For now, he went slow and careful. Besides, all this he knew only from instinct and book. It was new territory for him just as it was for her, but at least he knew what was supposed to happen.

Giselle Fantasia · 01-02-2012, 05:12 PM

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WC: 613. That song is still in my head.

It was as if a magical force pushed her upwards from the mattress, an unseen possession brought on by the mottled male. She remained looking at him all the while, studying his facial features, touching an arm or the side of his face to reassure herself that he was not possessed by some dark force. It was his eyes, she noticed, that took on that new, lively spark she had never before seen. It was strange, yet alluring, feeling her skin prickle at the slightest touch of his claw. Unsure of how to feel, eyes fluttered closed as the knight removed the elegant silk and lace-hemmed dress up and over her head. Dark auburn locks, free from all confinements, draped over her exposed body like a curtain, curled ringlets framing her face and shoulders. Still, the young woman's hands found themselves crossed over her chest, as if there was a secret she wanted to keep hidden even from her mate. Though the femme's winter fur had grown in, a part of her still felt ashamed to be without clothing, though nothing but her curves could be seen under pale white fur. Turning her face away, reddening from the sudden exposure of her form, she watched from the corner of her eye as Silvano neatly put away her garment, with an encouraging that left the young woman at a loss.

And that charming smile remained as his claw found its way to her cheek again, gently turning her head to face him again. Shyness was evident in the woman's eyes though a small smile played upon her face, biting her lip as she looked into his vivid face once more. The woman shifted a hand that covered her to touch the Silvano's face, to know that her prince was there behind the new fire she saw burning, the same fire she felt slowly consuming her own skin. However, she felt a gentle hand push her back down onto the mattress, and Giselle made a soft noise against the male's lips as she felt the multitude of furs contort to her body. As he spoke, 'Elle was sure Silvano was real, for she could hear his gentle words and feel the love through his touch, and so wouldn't question that burning spark in his emerald depths. Closing her eyes, she allowed the prince to plant the chilling fire along her neck, tilting her head in the opposite direction to be enveloped in this new, burning sensation.

Time had no meaning, but it moved slowly for the innocent young female and her prince. The longer he nipped along her neck, the more Giselle seemed to feel, as if a spell had been cast on her form by the knight himself. Eyes remained closed until she felt his large hand travel upwards, causing the exposed woman's body to shudder as he did so. Giselle remembered the time Silvano had tried to touch her there, much to her confusion, but as his hand lingered there she did not refuse. Her form stiffened from the foreign touch, but the desire of understanding made the caress of his fingers increasingly pleasant. An equally unknown sound rumbled in her throat, surprising the Aedile, her small form remaining as still as a doll, her breathing sparse as if she were preparing for whatever was to happen next. An ivory gloved hand rose to place upon his side, slightly trembling with the mixture of emotions that slowly began to dance within her body, her nose finding its way into the soft fur of his neck. "And I love you~" She breathed into his fur, filling her senses and making her heart beat faster.

Silvano Sadira · 01-19-2012, 11:57 PM

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Breathing in her scent in shuddering, ragged intakes of air, Silvano could hardly repress the natural instincts he felt. They were overwhelmingly powerful, especially when he had Giselle before him. How could he resist any of it? Before, he had had no idea about the magnitude of such emotions, even if he had read such things in some of the hidden books in the library as well as some strange ones he had found in the city so long ago. Silvano had little to no idea of what those people felt, other than the mild desires he had felt for Giselle before their relationship blossomed like a golden flower in the morning light. But those had been little more than longing to feel her against him, beside him, and to know her properly. This was an entirely different emotion. There was more animal than intelligence in these feelings running through his blood like a lustful wild fire.

Delicately, he slid his slim fingers down her belly, fingers skilled at deftly turning the pages of a book and equally calloused from work with his growing colt. That horse was nearing a year and the work required to train him grew in leaps and bounds. The roughness of his hands were natural as a part of it, though now he took his time to carefully measure the pressure of his hands and fingers. He did not want to harm and bruise his delicate golden flower. She would not wilt under his ministrations. Hopefully. Silvano was still a novice and he could hardly pretend he was experienced in such things. The most the Sadira could hope for was that they would both bumble through it now and, in the future, it would go smoother later. Surely, there was nothing unpleasant about this sort of thing. His parents had two litters, which meant two rounds of - no, that was far more than the man wanted to think about, especially regarding his parents and such an act. No child ever wants to imagine their parents behaving so. Silvano was one of those, and he did not want to even think about it. But this, this act, the woman before him kept his mind focused and his goal perversely before him.

"If you want me to stop, please tell me, Giselle," he said gently, letting his hands caress her sides in a reassuring manner. His brows were furrowed, his look supporting his claim with even more reassurance. She was his flower, precious. Harming her would kill him. Sucking in breath as though submerging into a clear pool of water, Silvano slipped his hand over the mound between her legs and felt the warmth radiating from there. Something almost like a whining moan escaped his throat as he felt the pressure against his groin increase. He let a single finger apply more pressure in an attempt to comb the hidden place, knowing it was entirely within his right to do so. He glanced up at her for the expression on her pretty face, wishing he could release the desire within himself. No. It had to be slow, for both their sakes.

Giselle Fantasia · 01-22-2012, 08:50 PM

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Some powerful emotion burned within her, the same flame that she was sure she saw within Silvano's eyes. The way he touched her, how his breath grew ragged, and his speaking tone had all transformed in that dark room. She felt as if her heart would come from her own chest, fluttering as wild as the wings of a hummingbird; it was love, but this night seemed like she'd know something stronger than that feeling. Giselle's senses were heightened, breathing in the knight's scent as she felt his calloused fingers down her belly and waist, as if he wanted to remember the soft curvature of his pale princess. Silvano breathed another word of assurance, words like silk to her ears, melting her heart as well as her nerves.

"Wha-- Ah!" Her body's initial reaction to his foreign touch was a jerk, and her fingers grabbed onto his muscular arm a bit tighter than usual. Touching her chest was one thing, but this.. was something else entirely. The woman did not think the area of importance for the male, and as her lips parted in response at the dark, wandering finger near the heated area, Giselle's eyes fluttered closed. She was in no pain - a prince would never hurt his lady - it only caused the fire in her belly to flare, color rising to her pretty pale face. A hum escaped her milky throat, her body melting back against the bed as she mentally tried to still her bare legs from shaking beneath her. Whatever it was the dark scholar was doing, she wanted it; the pale petite girl wanted nothing more than to feel complete with her one true love.

Ivory form shifted under his weight, if only to make it easy on Silvano to continue to explore. In a sign of encouragement, the dark haired woman lifted her head up slightly to nip at his neck, smiling into his lengthy fur. Dainty fingers trailed up towards his shoulders, continuing to give light kisses along his neck and strong jawline. Her actions were gentle, her touch soft, and yet 'Elle was unsure of herself. The femme trusted what Silvano was doing, and so would let him guide her, as her continuing signs of affection remained encouraging to the tall dark man.

Silvano Sadira · 01-22-2012, 09:13 PM

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The sudden reaction Giselle had made the man stop suddenly, freezing in his place as though he were suddenly turned to veined marble from a Roman quarry. Her grip on his arm was quick and his body was flexing to keep the same position he was in. Heart hammering in his chest like a mallet on an anvil, Silvano watched his pale princess relax and slip slowly back onto the bed in ease. Eyes closed, she seemed content to let him go about his way even though the man had absolutely no idea what it was he was doing. All he had to go by were books and instincts. Neither one felt remotely reliable to him now, as cocky as he had been before hand. What if something he did hurt her? What if he did something wrong and repulsed her? Then where would he be? He was so afraid, but knew that things would be fine at the same time despite all his worrying.

He moved his fingers the way he thought would illicit a response from the young woman, wondering truly if he was doing anything correctly. Biting his lip slightly, he felt her respond. She kissed him and nibbled at his neck and seemed at peace with this. So she understood. Hopefully. Slipping his fingers away from the woman's warmth, the Sadira felt his hands go to his waist, undoing the buttons in a flash of flesh. With a small level of stumbling, he shuffled off the bed to remove the pair of pants he had worn especially for the ceremony not so long ago. Free of it, he draped it over the back of his chair with a heavy sigh. Hands concealed his waist as he once again sat before Giselle. The freedom he felt was unimaginable, especially since the pressure at his pelvis had been slowly mounting to something so unbearable. But he was embarrassed now, for some reason.

Leaning over the woman, Silvano nipped at her belly again, feeling hungry for Giselle with that rather despicable monster in his belly roaring him on with disgusting satisfaction. Growling lightly at himself, the man slipped his hand back over her warmth with a finger eagerly exploring what he could. Hiding his eyes behind his lids, the Sadira gently touched his mate's stomach with affection. He was unsure how to demonstrate his feelings for his mate, especially when she was so terribly naive.

Giselle Fantasia · 01-22-2012, 09:47 PM

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Her lips against his neck, she could feel the pulsing of his heart beat, and knew he was just as nervous about her reaction as the woman was. Silvano's form moved away from the bed, taking with him the warmth of his body. As he removed the last of his clothing, the woman instinctively turned her head away. Though she had seen him without clothes before, this time around appeared different to the woman. He was her mate, her true love, but courtesies took a stronger hold on her. Small hands moved towards her chest, the exposure as uncomfortable as the lack of warmth from the man's body that hovered over her only moments before.

A genuine smile graced her pretty little face when he returned, hands covering his own lap in a gesture of insecurity. Curtain of red mahogany shifted as it lay spilled about her head and fell freely down the sides of her face, tilting her head forward to face him. His lips found her soft belly, as if to draw the awakening fire from there, and drew a gasp from her slightly parted mouth. Unwavering blue eyes looked down upon his face, his eyes closed and focused, as her fingers found its way to the man's dark cropped hair. That was when she heard his small growl, and his fingers find the sensitive area between her cream colored legs. It was foreign, but his careful fingers seemed deft and practiced despite his inexperience at the passionate act.

The woman's fingers fell into the sea of his hair, gripping it slightly as she bit her lip at the strange, heated feeling that the knight began to draw from her. Giselle's breath began to grow unsteady, her belly moving up and down beneath his other large hand. Ivory head tilted towards the side once more, orbs opening to watch as the moon cascaded through the window above them and showered the walls in its luminescent glow. Their forms were illuminated by the single light that bounced from the walls, the other enveloped in warm shadow, and yet the princess was being swallowed by fire as if she were diving into the light of the sun itself.

Silvano Sadira · 01-23-2012, 12:27 AM

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He was not embarrassed of himself in his natural state, though this was a different natural state. It was a more private natural state that the man could not control. He had experienced it before, when he tried to get such a response from his own body and it had worked to his amazement. Now it was such a stronger feeling, and his entirety was feeling a much more raging burning feeling than before. Then, it had been mostly of curiosity for the nature of a male's body at maturity (and his excitement over finding an old dirty novel with a lot of curiously graphic details - it wasn't hard to picture canine anatomy in the place of the human). But with Giselle, there were details to be replacing for they were all placed out before him to witness. He hoped he was not embarrassing her, especially with his naked self in his aroused state. She looked away for modesty's sake, and said nothing about it.

A whine escaped his lips as his desire mounted and he wanted to get on with the task at hand. Furrowing his brows in apology, he glanced up at the woman's feature's as she looked out toward the moon dappled world. It created a white blue effect on his possessions, even on the two of them. His body atop hers must have seemed like a strange thing in darkness, especially with certain curves accentuated by the pale light of the pale orb. Gently stroking her arm, he gripped her hand. Kissing it delicately, the man gave her a pleading look. "May I?" he asked with a finality. She seemed ever so slightly concerned, but serenely nodded her answer at him. Smiling meekly, the man ran his hand down her belly again, feeling the rippling in her pelt as he moved his body against hers. His fingers pulled away from her heat as he adjusted her legs and his positioning between them. Breathing raspy, the Sadira leaned over the young woman, trying not to tower over her as he closed the distance between them entirely.

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