M-Slaves to our Instincts

[Saluce Tremblay]

Each moment passed as his pace increased, but this build up didn’t last nowhere as long as the first. Their bodies where already primed and ready for their delightful climax that had been delayed. His body shook with each thrust, his swelling knot opening her folds impossibly wide, slipping further in with each thrust. Saluce read her body language, gauging her close as his thrusts became more forceful in nature. His breathe became shallower, he would have had beads of sweat running down his form if he hadn’t been a canine, as such his tongue was rolling out of the side of his mouth, deep in heavy pants.

The sensation was rather noticeable, feeling her quivering increasing before muscles started contracting on their own, seeking to milk what he was about to give. It was all the sensation he needed to push him over, another powerful lunge, knotting her and filling her with what she had asked. His snout pointed upwards, howling his song for her.

[X'yrin Exultare]

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Knots of tension released themselves all at once at the ascension of climax. Channeling adrenaline surged forward in a single blindly moment, then enveloped the senses and left her with but one, comprehensible sensation that a word was useless to describe. But it was voiced highly and the prolonged cry of her release, intertwining with the masculine octave as it scaled to deafening magnitude.

Then all at once, the adrenaline drained from her prostrate form, leaving her the heavy weight of her own body to be supported by trembling limbs. Every ounce of energy receded with every painful throb of her stampeding heart. Her voice of pleasure was now lined with pain as she became aware of the strain its continuous rampant beats had endured. Her chest and throat burned, which was nothing in comparison to the punishment her backside had suffered. The thought better than to bring a hand to her chest knowing that her current state couldn’t support her exhausted body by just one hand. So slowly, she bent her arms to lower herself to the ground as easily as was allowed. Her wounded arm could only take so much before it gave away, commencing a swift collapse of her front on the ground.

Still attached to her mate, she whined for him to follow suit and give her taxed legs (and back) the relief they needed.

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[Saluce Tremblay]

He was caught up in the release, every muscle tensed before inevitably feeling started to come back to his body. His knees where killing him, having been using them to hold most of his weight for a prolonged period of time. But it was her shifting body underneath him and her soft whines that set his mind into motion. The knot insured he couldn’t leave her, making sure his seed was firmly planted within her. But his form angled above hers for a moment, careful not to hurt either of them, as his arms slowly wrapped around her stomach and chest. He picked up her form then, setting her rear against his theighs, as he rocked backward against the wall of the den. The angle wasn’t quite as perfect as before but it didn’t deliver an immediate sense of discomfort and pain.

With her finally so close his licks, nuzzles and gentle loving bites came to her neck, cheeks, nose anything he could get a hold of. Showering her with loving attention.

“I love you X’y” he spoke before licking across her muzzle. Admiring the golden queens dirtied fur. Their children would be handsome or beautiful depending upon if they were male or female.

“I’m sure we will make beautiful puppies”

[X'yrin Exultare]

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The was no energy or want to protest his movement of her, not when she could barely hold herself up and was completely as his mercy. She did however voice her dislike at being moved, whimpering to be released so she would rest, but was moved regardless at his whim. Her tired legs used what little energy they could muster to run alongside his thighs in this uncomfortable, but weight relieving straddle. As he leaned back against the wall of the den, she fell back against him in an exhausted heap, not able to do anything for the moment other than inhale their muddled scents and try to catch her breath again.

Closer to him now, she was subjected to another brand of assault, one of loving kisses and nips of which were returned whenever a pause in his rasps allowed it. Her tired lips managed to form a soft smile to his endearing words. “…love you too, Saluce,” she whispered from worn vocals. Carefully she felt for his hand to took it within her, intertwining their fingers together as she breathed easier, sinking back into the warmth of her mate. The thoughts of the children they would have keeping a perpetual smile upon her muzzle. “I think so too…” she sighed with longing. All they needed to do now was wait and see.

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