He was watching her intently, in her slow walk around him and that devilish tail. She knew full well what she was doing right then and he was just realizing it as her mask of embarrassment to one of masked innuendo. For a moment he watched her with that grin his head raising off the ground as she paced, admiring her beauty, from the tip of her tail to the delicate tip of her nose. Her soft features that masked the warrior underneath the fur just aroused him further.
As soon as that tail swished and her voice stung the air with her invitation his legs propelled him into a standing position. Eyes watching her attractive rear trotting off away from him, knowing she was going to make him work for it. And so he would, he’d chase after her forever if she deemed it so. His legs swiftly took him off in stride after his mate, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the day, the day that had started out so wrong earlier.
“You know you’re not supposed to run right?” he said in jest as his legs started closing the gap, quickly…
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The game was now hers, so to speak, and it was made all the more apparent as she carried herself with tail high, and stride kept to a comfortably measured trot. She needn’t look over her shoulder to know he followed, but it was as a taunt that she did so with a mischievous smile adorned on her lips. Her mood had changed considerably from the angry façade as did the atmosphere of their day as more rewarding paths were laid before them.
But why run from it when it was as clear as day that she wanted to play as badly as he did? Why prolong the inevitable? Her only mental retort was that it was fun to do so, to tease him a little now that the game was in her favor. Certainly she would get something from this… a permanent reminder that they could look upon in the near future with fond smiles.
X’yrin stopped abruptly when addressed by her mate then pivoted swiftly on the tips of her paws to keep his intended target out of sight. Her muzzle procured a rather pitiful pout as she looked to him, her ears falling back apologetically as her head lowered as if to submit. “You are right…” she uttered softly, advancing but a step toward his alluring physique. “But it wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t.” And with that the female diverted but a fraction of her pent energy into her legs and darted past her mate in a blur of gold and red. She charged across the snowscape as fast as her limbs were able seemingly running aimlessly until she veered into the barren growth of the Wentworth. Her path appeared erratic as she wove through the trees and vaulted over the brush encompassing their roots, but to the knowing eye her direction was quite clear. Just beyond the marked territory into the mountains where she knew of another den that was very much unoccupied and in need of its vacancy filled.
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All this time, his eyes were deadlocked on his target, watching her swift legs take her just out of reach. Well he wasn’t exactly surging forward and trying just following her trail, enjoying the bouncing back and forth. Only a male could admire his mate’s backside like he did, and each time he got a good look at it in action, those strong legs kicking the dirt, and her elegant tail when it fluttered back and forth. IF she had been running on two legs, his eyes would have been picking apart different aspects of her backside, but it was clearly remembered in his mind.
He didn’t want to catch her yet, not when he was beginning to have an idea of where she was going. His lips slowly started to peel back into a grin, unable to withhold his growing excitement, unable to contain a certain aspect of his male hood that was flopping around with each long stride. It was indeed slowing him down, having to time his paws in hopes it wouldn’t bring a bit of pain to him, but he endured, because he was not going to give up and not give her what she in a roundabout way wanted.
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Adrenaline surged through her fleeing form, propelling lengthen limbs to capture a great deal of earth and snow beneath them as she prolonged this game of chase. The thunderous gallop of her mate rolled behind her, just yet without capturing range but just enough that she could hear him tailing, and scent his lust on the wind. Knowing she could arouse this side of him always excited her and made her feel like something other than the usually reserved and ignorant woman most thought of her to be.
She was made into quite the deviant by her love’s design; an artist when it came to illustrating a scenario meant to incite his sense and drive him wild. For the more enthralled he was, the more rewarding the end would be. And if this end was to birth a permanent testament to their love, she wanted all the madness of their hostilities before to be forgotten and revel in this moment only; a chase to personify his effort to have her and to awaken his desire to its fullest. And as she neared the chasm nestled within the mountain filled with the lone scent of her mate, she slowed her pace then gradually became still, her tail raised invitingly for him conveying her willingness and want to be had.
Her tauntingly form soon shed its heavy muscle and girth, becoming accentuated by the curvature of her hips and thighs. Even as they lowered to the ground resting upon folded knees her posterior remained prominent, with tail swaying to draw the eye as it continued to waft the heated scent. Her change was unhurried by her volition, despite the burning desire that begged her to forego this play and let herself be taken. But she wanted to prolong this… to feel the change as it happen, reforming her body to one hardly used when it came to their time together. Her golden form at last settled, her back covered by an endless veil of autumn red. Carefully she reached to her nape and curled her fingers around her mane, directing the streams of radiant hues from down her back to rest off her shoulder, allowing the wandering eye to venture from shoulder and along her spine to the base of her leisurely lolling tail free of obscurity.
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She was slowing and he slowed behind her, careful to not underestimate her ability to jump out of the way. Carefully he slowly walked closer to her, tongue rolling out of his mouth, eyes locked on her enticing form. Blues watched delightfully as her form slowly almost painstakingly changed to her curvaceous long legged form. How such a lovely form could ever be considered a warrior was beyond him but she was capable, from his experiences. Saluce’s form edged on up behind her, nose taking in deep inhales of her inviting lips. That wondering tongue of his was used, rather effectively, taking long laps, getting a wonderful taste of his mate.
It all happened very slowly, his bones slowly popping, muscles and sinew shifting as two hands slowly rose up to hold her at either side of her waist, tongue still lapping away, slowly and sensually. A hot breathe was exhaled as his maw slowly retreated from her then. Saluce raised up onto his knees, hands running down either side of her long body, before letting one come to rest at the nape of her neck palm down. She had presented herself for him, and he wanted to take this one slow. It would have been easy to give up to primal urges, so easy to just jump on her and let those pesky instincts take over. But today he wanted to make love to her, even if she presented herself in the primal fashion.
One hand stayed at the nape of her neck, while his other slowly moved under her chest to fondle those precious mounds. His fingers took between them a nipple while his other hand slowly moved down her spine and then back up against the grain of her fur. Finally he felt enough time had passed, his straining member aching as his roaming hands slowly retreated back to her thighs, pulling her back a bit as he moved closer with his knees, before pulling her lips over his protruding member.
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Time crept slowly to this enraptured mind until it stilled completely for a private moment, a sect of the continuous flow siphoned off to a secretive reserve fashioned for them… and them alone. There was not thought, but a sentiment of the euphoric grace felt by the gentle ministrations of a practiced tongue carefully coaxing the moisten folds to wet the invasive flesh with a trickle of its essence. Each stroke beseeched another taste, a little more to sate the quench the primal thirst. Compliantly, she gave. The whole of her form quivering under each determined stroke, as soft whines escaped her delicately parted maw.
Resistance to the primal urge was wavering but against her known desires, she held fast, persuading her form to still with promise that patience would bare sweeter fruits. She need only succumb to the provocative splendor, engrave each touch into her mind, let all else fall into the recesses of her mind or risk the loss of even a single sensation. Even the brief chill that crept up her spine from the loss of his heated breath wasn’t dismissed. The muscles of her throat clenched painfully at this absence, sounding a pleading whine for his return.
Acknowledgement to his changed form was felt by the defined digits strolling along her sides, the tips of his claws probing through her hide grazed the flesh beneath eliciting a pleasurable quake of her form, stilled only by the hand at her neck. His other flowed the contour of her trembling form, residing then upon her tender mounds enticing a low, seditious howl as she arched her form into his invoking touch. Her senses ebbed and flow with the tides of pleasure, falling under a gentle caress one instant then awakened to the pull of her hips in another; the awaiting lips long devoid of the taste of hardened flesh was filled by the entirety of it, hilted firmly as she backed further… then was once again lacking. The sheathing was swift, no more than a tease to wet the craving member before the she-wolf crawled forward and away from him. Her pace was purposefully slow, proceeding toward the warmer mouth of his den with a sway of her tail, compelling him to follow along.
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Each pleasurable moment lasted an eternity, the pleasures of the flesh, so enjoyable, heightened by the fact that his sexy mate was the object of his attentions. Each enticing little squeak, those subtle actions her body moved with in reaction to his own. For a brief moment he felt the bliss of her warm soft inviting lips, joined to her as one entity before a long frustrated whine came storming out of his throat. He felt rather than saw her retreating form as the cold air once again bit down on his hardened flesh. Oh he had tried to take it slow with her, but this was borderline teasing. Those blues looked at her retreating flesh, that enticing tail hiked upward and those powerful thighs and he did another double take mentally. Time to step up he mused, as he crawled right after her, one awkwardly placed hand and knee after another.
Just as that inviting form of hers was through he surged forward, long limbs grabbing a hold of her thighs, this time his grip was held tight, to ensure she was not able to leave. His nose once again brushed against those moist inflamed lips of hers. A hot breathe was emitted then, teasing, before his tongue licked slowly upwards and retreated back into his maw. Saluce hooked an arm around her thigh, freeing up his other hand to be brought back to those empty lips. A claw traced around the edges, his rubbery pads sliding across the outer edges. Another lick was given, savoring the taste of her juices, fingers still placing across her lips. Another lick and this time it was aimed right at the heart, gaining entrance to her passage, opening his maw wider to allow more of its length to slide in.
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Her measured paced achieved only a little dance before she was forced to a more hurried crawl into the den. But before she could tread deeper, two powerful limbs encircled her voluptuous hind pair and held her fast to prevent escape. The captured she-wolf feigned a howl of defeat, her disguise of disappointment shattered by the sensual upturn of her lips as she peered over her shoulder to her dark grey capture. A whine low and long preceded from her voice as ears and tail descended to continue the charade. She attempted in vain to free a leg, hardly inducing any effort for her escape, before giving up entirely once his slick appendage reclaimed its prize.
Her voice flowed melodiously; ascending a wordless range comprised of only instinct and sensation as rolling waves of pleasure overtook her time and again. Locked by his arms, completely at his mercy, there was no other way she would rather have it than this. Each lap of his tongue drew her mind further from the rim of consciousness to regress back into the depths void of civilized thought. Their forms would remain as the other tether to it, whilst all else was dismissed and faded into obscurity as lust drove the primal nature of the golden female.
Whatever sliver of bashfulness remained, feigned or otherwise, was gone with her lips parted once more releasing a howl of need that reverberated off the interior of the den, reinforced as the octave was resounded again and again, her quivering form now pleading to be satisfied. Steps once made in advance away to test him further, were reversed in an awkward shuffle into the engorging male. Her arms buckled beneath her, lowering her front to the ground effectively raising her backside in dire need of his attention.
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He growled low, letting the bass in it rumble through her parted lips, his tongue snaking its way through her passage. Her squirming was desirable, a queue that she was indeed enjoying the act. Such tender affections where heartwarming but since tonight was such a special occasion, he wanted her quivering and begging to be filled before he would slide that well engorged member back into her. Each stroke of his tongue was well practiced; the intent was to drive her crazy. Finally he allowed a clawed index finger to help out, teasing the little button that so many unlearned knew nothing about. His hooked armed slowly slid out from under her, crawling over her hips to tease the base of her tail.
Finally his tongue and finger started massaging and prodding at a quicker and harder pace, seeking to coax out her first climax of the day.
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From the beginning her intent had been to toy with him, to rile him up a little for the inevitable course to come. But somehow her little game had turned into torture by the will of the indulging male still fixed upon her backside by alternative means than what her body desperately craved. She was hard-pressed to remain still, even with his arm constricting her movements. Her claws raked the floor of the den, filing their lengths down with each grating stroke. The further he delved, every stroke, every prod, pushed her closer toward a euphoric end, reached for in vain by scraping claws. Her whines had exceeded audible range but the sharp intakes of breath proved there was still sound to be had. However minute, however fine… she still continued to plead working in vain to subdue the growing tension coiling at her core so abruptly.
Then came a sudden release, with no warning or conceivable tell, the wound tension uncoiled all at once conveyed by the tremor of her collapsed form and the audible rendition of her beloved’s name echoing off the interior of the den.
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Those soft whines, every shimmy her body made, all excited him more, each tender little lick trying to bring for her songful crescendo. Oh how he loved hearing her howl that passion, each howl soaked right into him and warmed him. The most heavenly song that she reserved just for his ears. His licks slowly bringing her down slowly, his hands slowly wandering all over her silken fur covered flesh. He sat his muzzle at the base of her tail a smile creeping up his lips, both hands creeping down either side of her back, and then backwards.
His form slowly reared itself back up from its slouched posture, one hand grabbing the top of the den, finding a convenient rock, the other holding tantalizing close to her neck. Once his posture was correct, he let go of the rock and hooked it back around her thigh, pulling her pulsing lips back over his aching flesh. No rest for the weary, he intended to keep her in a constant state of pleasure. Those inviting lips, all moistened up from the previous activities. A low groan escaped his throat, finally he had her, but just to make sure, that free hand near her neck quickly inched forward as he angled himself for the first thrust. Those fingers grabbed a hold of that hair, that long luscious hair and pulled back, making sure she knew there was no escape, no more teasing, no more fighting, just the mating taking place.
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Had it been over then, the pause would have allotted her the chance to catch her breath and allow the stars to recede from her eyes to better see. But the veil of euphoria this thick and heavy, and not easily disbanded no matter how long she stared at her paws to bring some sight in focus. The pause between release and recuperation was so utterly brief; she had only a moment to brace herself before she was again taken wholly. Her inviting walls quivered as his flesh was submerged into her pulsing depths while her dulling claws gripped the ground aimlessly for stability. No word could describe the sensation, nor could the fathom a thought on it in her present state. Yet her voice expressed it for her, riding the ranges of conceivable volume.
She felt the claws in her hair but didn’t dare pull against it, only whined in acknowledgement to his silent decree enforced by the full possession of her form. She wouldn’t leave…she could dare try it again. Rather she was receptive…urging even, as the she-wolf braced herself against the ground forcing herself fully upon all fours again as she inched back against her mate, purposefully pressing against him.
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His form erected itself as hers rose up, making sure to keep his angle right. This wasn’t the two of them doing this as beasts, this took a little more effort to get it right. His slowly receding form continued to tease her, feeling her coursing spamming walls contract and enlarge with each tantalizing inch of movement. His fingers wrapped more firmly in her hair, the length providing him the ability to wrap it around his wrist like a chain. This added leverage was used to his advantage with each thrust, and every time she missed the rhythm he would pull that much harder on it.
It was amusing to him for a bit but a bit cruel too, but hell they could only be satisfied with the old fashioned style for so long. His grip on her hair loosened to just a sensual hold, as his growls of lust slowly started to increase. Those powerful hips of his starting to slam into her with a quickening pace. His breath started to become a little forced, his heart beat increasing, thumping in his chest. His grips on her becoming firmer but the tugging loosened.
“What do,” he breathed “you want?” he growled at her, feeling her quivering shaking form beneath him.
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Her mane had never felt like a hindrance til now; a leash of sorts meant to keep her in place and under his definite control. She harbored no will to escape, but each time her timing slipped, the felt the forceful jerk of her newly acclaimed master’s leash and was compelled to match his strides despite her dwindling strength. She could hardly keep herself up let alone in rhythm, but as she again felt her core tighten and familiar tension wound itself tight, she fought harder against the desire to rest and braced herself through the plateau ridden vigorously towards their finish.
A little more was all she asked for, what she whined for. To reach that precipice again with her mate adjoined and be endowed with the essence that would carry to fruition. But when asked, none of this came to mind rather a blank was drawn, deepening with each mind shattering thrust crippling her core. Her voice was strained, near worn from continuous use it was a wonder a word was spoken at all. And only a word was uttered as she fought to catch her breath. “Finish…” she groan, her voice nearly choked from air, her chest aching from the shallow breaths and overwork of her heart. “Please…please finish…”
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Her voice that soft whimper, those highly escalating whines of hers. He could feel himself starting to feel the familiar urges of the buildup, that swelling knot, and his more forceful need of release. But her response was the wrong one. His mind forced a change in his pace, it was painfully hard for him to slow, the exertion brought a shudder through his form to stop his own nearing climax. But he succeeded, his rhythm slowed, making each stroke almost painfully slow. The mountains grip on her hair returned, knowing somehow there would be fits from her and his denial of what she wanted.
His linked arm around her thigh strengthened its grip reaffirming his dominance. He pulled her hair tightly, his thrusts almost ended, but he continued at a tantalizingly slow pace. They may have had their fight earlier but her jealously and her mistrust where still in his mind. If she wanted a permanent reminder of his devotion to her, then she would have to endure this, and enjoy the final crescendo when he allowed it.
“What is it you want from me?” he asked again growling.
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Nearly there just upon the brink of release…and then that furious energy slowed to a horrid crawl forcing a howl of indignation from the woman’s throat. What the HELL was he doing? Why was he torturing her like this? She had obeyed, she had endured, she had played her part to work him to this level and now he was taking it away! The woman felt her temper flare as blunted clawed reached back to tear at the brute behind her, but as her head was craned back by her wretched mane, she missed with considerable distance and was left her snarl her dismay.
Again he questioned her invoking a savage cry in retort as opposed to coherent words. Her form trembled with rage and restricted release. She forced herself back against him, wildly swinging about her tail to provoke him to start again with his voracious rhythm. “Saluce please…” she pleaded between gasping breaths. “Don’t do this to me… please….”
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Her reaction was noted, his hold on her though was stronger and his positioning was better. Her desperate crys where only met with closed eyes, himself feeling the urge of release as badly as she was. That rear of hers tried to take from him what he wasn’t ready to give yet, she hadn’t asked for what he was wanting to give to her. A growl left his throat, low and challenging. If she wanted pups from him she need to damn say something soon or he wasn’t going to finish her off.
“What do you want from me…” he said breathing hard, pulling the full length of his engorged member from her and teasing her lips with just the tip. “Think hard, you removed a piece of my hair until you could have what you wanted” he said with a grin. He was being generous giving her a hint such as this. He hoped she picked up on it, because he couldn’t keep this up much longer, keeping the both of them just on the brink, he slid back into her, hilting but his movement stopped there settling flesh within her.
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Her mind would rather feel than think, to be blinded by the euphoric radiance instead of pelted with questions she wasn’t nearly as capable to answer. His fervent motions reduced to a crawl sparked a frustration, nearly igniting a latent anger at being toyed with so close to her end. But she knew her mate too well to fuse. As veracious as her cravings were, refusing to comply would only end with an abrupt, and unsatisfying conclusion. She could have struck him then, but alas was not angled to do anything other than receive his torment until she appeased him with an answer.
But she had already answered him once and it lessened his pace. She feared another innocent retort would result in something far worse; full withdraw as he came so close to doing now. Her distressing whines were pathetic to her own ears, but she was at a lost… she couldn’t conceived a comprehendible thought let a lot conjure a response to his liking. She just wanted to be taken, endowed with his children. Surely he knew this and felt it. His hint had done its intent and pried loose a memory made during this very season. Obviously he knew what she wanted of him… but had to hear it for himself.
“Your children…” she whimpered at last, forcibly backing herself into his hips. “I want your pups Saluce… please…” she begged with filed claws raking against the ground once more. Her body strained to keep still and retain some semblance of control, however sparse. “Please… let me have them.”
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It was torture to him, it wasn’t in his nature to be so mean but yet it all felt extremely good. Normally their sexual romps wouldn’t last once they got to this point. The whole dragging it out was another element he wished to exploit again. That hand continued its strong grip on her hair; again he made sure she was aware of just who was in a position of power. There was no thought about if she was a higher rank than he, no she was his mate, and so long as they were in their den their ranks didn’t matter. Her whines came and it almost changed his mind, not wanting to her hear in such distress, but he stayed firm, feeling her quivering lips against his pulsing shaft.
Finally the words he wanted to hear escaped from her throat. This was in effect all he had wanted to hear from her all morning. A simple request and he would gladly oblige her. But he didn’t simply go back to the furious thrusts he had slowed from, his rhythm built back slowly. It was this that finally allowed him to loosen his grip on her hair before letting it go all together. That hand though didn’t just simply remain inactive; it just slowly worked around her neck, tenderly. His thrusts slowly increasing in power as soft moans and growls started leaving his throat again.
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Finally she had given the response he wanted. The pull on her hair gradually lessened until it slipped from his grasp all together and resumed its drape over her shoulders. Inconceivable torment subsided as well, as his measured ministrations began again; slowly, thoroughly filling the tightening walls, leaving no nerve untouched and certainly no vocalization spared by the she-wolf’s throat as the recitation of their prior motions progressed towards recognizable heights. There was nothing other than the feeling, her receiving form conjoined by his determined thrusts, prying past the quickening flesh to embed deep within her inviting chasm and bequeath the essence she begged for.
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