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I guess this is set after the pack meeting
Night had drawn her velvet blanket across the sky, but the moon shown like a pearl, causing the frost that appeared on the ground to glitter like diamonds. It was cold tonight, but the winter chill could not even hope to trespass beyond the fur of the wolf. It was in this thick, cold night sky that the songs of the wolves could be heard carried on the wind, the song of a pack finally at peace and at home. Among the singers was the black male named Zalen, and when they finally dispersed he remained, watching each member keenly disappear into the safety of the warm den. Crisp apple eyes then looked across his territory, listening closely to the sounds of the night; all was calm. Then he turned, letting forth a growling bark of a summons, Titania!
He called his mate to him, the silvery wolfess whom he had claimed not too long ago. He wanted to presence near him now, wanted to celebrate with her privately. The ebon male walked off into the brush knowing full well that she could easily find him. Once hidden by the shadows, the male began to change, shift, his muscles and bones stretching, cracking, reforming. It was done quickly, though the process had given him a chill, and he shivered for a moment.
He had not seen Titania in this form since they had first met, and though the wolfish kisses and nuzzles were amazing, he wanted to hold her in arms that could grasp. She was the greatest beauty to him, and he wanted to see her again in a new light, he loved her to no end. Calling out again, this time more imploringly, with a sharp whining edge to it, he urged her to him. The day had been a fruitful one, full of joy and mirth, of New Dawn coming together for the first time. All the wolves that were now his brethren brought him the greatest sense of pride he had ever felt; he wanted to share this feeling with his mate.
The first night had fallen and with it the half moon came to shine her silvery light upon the realm of the New Dawn. Bathed in moonlight, the wolves could not resist the urge to sing their praises to the moon, nor could they resist the joy of singing their pack's first song. Titania stood proudly in a cone of light, the moon's shine complimenting her silver fur as she crooned to the skies. Though she cried to every star, to the spirits in the clouds, to whatever made up the blue sky, she most of all poured her heart out to the moon. Her voice reverberated throughout New Dawn, just one part in a greater chorus, but her wordless song escorted her thanks and delight up to the sky, up to the moon.
The moment was surreal. The land once abandoned was now home to a wolf pack... a wolf pack... not a kingdom, not a court, not a tribe or a clan, but a real wolf pack. They were connected, and in that moment Titania no longer felt like one wolf but instead a part of a larger being. It was as though their souls parted from their howling bodies to mingle among the stars and dance with the moon. She found it hard to stop as their wolfsong drew to an end, her voice being one of the last drawn out in a few lasting breaths. Finally her eyes were open and she looked at the world around her once more, watching contentedly as the pack members dispersed from the scene.
An ear flicked when she heard her name, spoken by her mate's velvety grumble. Her yellow eyes turned to him in time to see his dark form slip off into the trees. Her obedience was more than willing as she turned to follow. Yet the way he slipped into the brush... she had an idea what he was doing, and she, too, took a moment to step aside to transform her shape.
It had been a long time since she used her Optime form for much more than convenience. In the short months since her first change the girl had become a skilled shifter, and even out of practice was able to seamlessly change into her bipedal form within a short time. Another sound came from where Zalen had spirited away, and as soon as the last of her transformation was complete she moved smoothly through the trees to meet him.
“Good evening my Alpha, my love,” she said as she stepped toward him; she knew that they were equals now; that she did not have to address him so formally, but she wanted to. She wanted to savor their pack's infancy for all time.
The moonlight streamed through the branches to play on her features. She was taller now than when the pair had first met, and somehow her curves had become even more feminine than before. There had been no time to braid or tie her hair, so her wild crimson curls now danced about her shoulders as though with a life of their own.
In the moments before Titania’s arrival, Zalen stood very still, save for his ears which turned ever so slowly about his skull. He was taking in the sounds, his sense keen. He could hear the wind, howling through a far off canyon, and closer, the skittering of night time creatures. He could even hear the rustling of his pack mates, socializing and settling down for sleep. It was unusual for wolves to sleep through the night, but it had been a strenuous day, and they needed rest. Soon, he would join them, in the warmth of the den.
Then, she appeared. Like moonlight personified Titania stepped through the brush to join him, her optime form lithe and silvery in the dappled moonlight. He had not seen her in this form for several moons, but even now it was different. The curves of her hips, of her breasts where different, fuller, more feminine. She was taller even, and where he had once towered over her now their gaze was nearly even. Her mane flew wildly about her shoulders like a lion, and her golden eyes seemingly glowed as she looked upon him, and greeted in him politely.
Zalen was suddenly overcome by a feeling he had not experienced in time, and never with Titania; lust. Though she was young, not even a yearling and too young to bed, he had chosen her as his mate and she was beautiful, sultry, even if she did not intend this. The ebony Alpha suddenly found himself wishing that it was spring time, so he could take his mate fully as nature intended. But for now, to gaze upon her would do, to touch her without true intent would be enough.
Zalen reached out for her then, his dark hand splayed against the small of her back as he pulled her to him. Their bodies met, two heats touching in the moonlight. He wrapped his arms around her then and began to kiss her, first on her chin, then her cheeks and then moving downwards to the cusp of her throat. She smelled of the trees, of New Dawn and of him. A growl then emanated from his throat as his senses were accosted by her feminity and he was suddenly glad at her age, a complete turn-around from a moment ago. If Titania had been mature, if god-forbid she had been in heat, he would have not been able to stop himself. Even now, with no hormonal aide he could feel himself become aroused, just because of her very nature.
His eyes affixed on her, flashing in the moonlight as he drank in her form, and the young alpha couldn't help but delight in his desire. She never thought he would react like this to this body, but in that moment she realized that it wasn't the form she chose but the fact that it was her that afforded her mate's desire. A smile half cocked her muzzle but turned into faux surprise as his hand slipped around her and pulled her into him.
“Ohh,” it was more of a breathy moan than a word, uttered automatically as her body pressed up against his. For a moment she leaned into him feeling the contrast of his soft sable pelt atop sculpted muscle. Breast to breast, stomach to stomach, hip to hip. She raised her hands and placed them gently on his arms, though they soon traced upwards to his shoulders, one stopping whilst the other moved to his broad chest. She was tense in his arms, but her touch was soft.
Yet she was only taut for a moment until his kisses rained down upon her and she melted. Each muscle relaxed and for a moment she was only held up by his strong arms as she moved with him, turning her head to accept each kiss with splendor. As he slowly moved down she slid one hand around his back and the other behind his neck. He brushed against her throat and her heart skipped, the rush of it's beat audible within the night. Her breathing became quick but deep and she arched her back to press her chest into him.
She never felt like this before! She loved Zalen but never like this. The feeling was invigorating, empowering. All the nights spent nuzzling and cuddling, but this was different. Titania suddenly knew a new power of her Optime form, for they could never love each other quite like this in their lupus born bodies.
She buried her hands in his fur, one massaging his back while the other grasped hungrily in his mane. Her tight lidded eyes opened half way when she felt something new; it surprised her. Yet even unexpected she was not afraid, knowing his desire only served to further arouse her. Her excitement was distinct in her scent, although it would be months before she would allow him to enter her. She gave in to this desire, unafraid of Zalen, knowing that his instincts would reign and he would not try with her too early.
Pressing herself into him as though they could become one, she slid one leg up against his, rubbing thigh to thigh. He kissed her neck, her collar, and oh, how dearly she wished he would keep moving lower.
Zalen’s head swam as his tongue caressed Titania's neck; she tasted like the sweetest ambrosia. She seemed to melt into him, the two of them becoming nearly one, as her hands moved to embrace him, to feel him. He was not ashamed either, at his apparent arousal, but paid it no mind; there was no way for him to use this part of his body for its intended purpose now, that would have to wait until Titania went into her first estrus. Zalen became nervous when he thought about that time, for when it happened it would not only be he who would come after her.
This thought caused a rise him in him and he suddenly drew back his black lips to reveal teeth which he then used to bite her suddenly on the ruff. It was not a painful bite, but one that reinforced his claim over her as his mate. He would not have any other male have her, or have her get any ideas about becoming unfaithful to him. He cooled quickly though, and his soft kisses moved downward, to roll over her small yet youthful breasts. It was not so much sexual now but loving and curious. This was the first time in his life that he had been given the chance to investigate the female form, having never have had a mate before, and his brief meetings with Lucia having never been more than kissing.
He knew that the existence of breasts was something that had been caused by the virus, for the glands were not as engorged in lupus females unless they had puppies to feed. In luperci females in optime they were always present, as if the wolves in that form were in a constant state of virility and child bearing. His tongue quickly found a small bud of flesh hidden beneath ivory fur, but he did not linger there, for he suddenly became bashful and moved his mouth back up to her collar bone instead.
His tail began to wag furiously then, setting his entire well-muscled backside into a rocking motion and a playful whine escaped his throat as he moved his kisses up to her jaw bone, a sign of submission to his silver queen. You’re perfect, he said between laps, I am beside myself to have you as my mate and lover. The hand that was on her lower back then moved down quickly to cup her firm buttocks and he gave her childish grin.
.: OOC Somebody likes being desired. hehehe She'll lead the chase to Avalon. You can PP him catching her there or anywhere in between. :: WC 581:.
As Zalen moved down to explore her body more she arched herself over him to cradle him to her breast, her nose buried deep in the back of his mane as she drank in his woodsy scent. His flavor was just as strong as ever, but now in his arousal tinted with something even more feral – it was a scent that Titania drank in wildly with each rapid breath.
His hands caressed her curves and everywhere his palms touch tingled, sending warm little thrills throughout her body. She wished he could touch her everywhere, all at once. She wanted more, more of this. She yearned for his touch, but still never in her wildest dreams could she imagine what this would one day feel like. He nestled himself into the curves of her breasts and then, “Ahh!” It was shocked pleasure. She tensed for just a moment before letting out her breath as his mouth moved away from her nipple. Her eyes opened to peer down at him as he moved back up and for a moment she caught herself wondering why on earth would he stop?
She didn't want him to stop, she wanted more, but this could only go so far before she would snap at him and push him away. Thankfully, that didn't have to happen. They remained in their embrace, Zalen now nuzzling and licking beneath her chin. She was about to beg for him to do what he had done again, but the sudden shift in power spoke to her dominant tendencies. When they became mates it was she who submitted to Zalen; now it was he who submit to her, and it wasn't just a small part of her that liked it. One moment about to be his servant in love, the next rising to power. Titania turned eyes on Zalen that would speak a challenge if she were any other wolf, but they were equals.
...no, a challenge was there all the same. Love was a game, after all, and in the months before her estrus there would be many games. “I love you Zalen. Do you want me?” One hand wandered, the claws scratching ever so lightly as they made their way down his well toned abdomen, down to his waist, and then even closer still... she watched that grin, waiting for the humor to melt into lust. “Are you ready for this hunt?” She whispered, her voice smooth as silk as her hand brushed closely to his desire before teasingly moving away and reaching to his hand that still cupped her rump. Her fingers wrapped around his for a moment, and then in a sudden and possibly unexpected move she twisted out of his arms and danced away.
“This is only the beginning,” and her words were both a real challenge and a metaphor. He could chase her now, but even if he caught her he couldn't have her for months. He would be hunting her for a very long time.
She slipped over to a coupling of trees before she turned around, her body poised to accentuate her curves. She didn't hide her lust; some might try to mask their scent, or cover their breasts, Titania did neither. She wanted this, she wanted him to know that she desired him but was still in control.
She disappeared into the shadows of the trees just after flashing a mischievous smile that seemed to say 'Come get me.'
Where his touch might have scared off a more submissive female her age, Titania seemed to relish it. She leaned into his grip, twisting her body in such a way that it exaggerated her still developing female attributes. This did not help Zalen to calm his arousal and it just spurned him all the more. As she spoke, her hand trailed down his chest to hover above it, the small space between her fingertips and the tip of his manhood was electrifying, painful and pleasurable to the point that he nearly took her despite his self-promise from just a few minutes ago. But then thankfully, she pulled away, and he looked at her dumbly, her words just registering in his mind.
She wanted to play, and he was more than willing to. A chase was always good fun, and Zalen very much looked forward to chasing after her fine backside. She posed then, her body curved in a sensual stance that shook him to the core. He wanted her. And before he could think to stop her she was off. But it was no matter, this game was much to his liking. The black male stood, hesitating, giving her a few moments head start before he could stand it no longer and dashed after her.
He found that even in Optime is was much easier to run on all fours, his elongated arms matching long loping strides with his legs perfectly. He followed her intoxicating scent, though he could not see her. She was heading west, into the mountains, and Zalen had a good guess as to what her final destination would be. A grin then came to his face, for in one of his daily jaunts away from her and the rest of the pack he had found a short cut into Avalon. He was sure she would run the easy way, past the dagger caverns and then following a narrow ravine that lead into the valley, but he had recently found a quicker way, except much less level and much more dangerous. But it was no matter, adrenalin and sexual energy coursed through Zalen’s veins, making him feel invincible.
He made his way through his secret short cut, only hindered by large boulders and sharp inclines that preceded him. But soon, the ground gave way to deep snow and he was in the valley, cold and still, the stars like diamonds above. Slowly, he sneaked near the other entrance to the valley, the one he was sure his mate would soon come through, and then he would pounce upon her. He loved playing these games, it reminded him of when he was younger, except in those days his playmates were not lovers. Zalen crouched, waiting, a naughty smirk on his black lips.
And she had gone exactly where he thought she would; back to Avalon, the place where they had first met. Bursting out of the trees to be bathed in silver moonlight, the woman stopped abruptly and turned to see if she could spot her mate coming after her, but he was not there. There was not a sound of pursuit, but she had been sure he was savvy to the game. She only had a brief moment to wonder what was going on before Zalen sailed out of the foliage at her side, tackling her to the ground. Despite how rough their play might seem, Titania was still a wolf even when in Optime form, and as she was brought to the ground under her mate's sneak attack she yelped, and when she bumped to the ground in the packed snow she only laughed softly and wriggled as if to free herself. But getting away in Optime form was harder, for there were fingers that could grasp onto you and arms that could bear hug you tightly. She was all too happy to give in to her fate, and twisted so she was facing the man on top of her.
“You caught me,” she breathed as she reached up, entwining her fingers at the back of his neck, in the thick ruff of his mane. “You are the perfect hunter, and I am your prize.” She nuzzled into him and gave his face a few gentle licks, then laid back on the snow. Avalon was still and wondrous all around them, the waterfall singing its song in the background, and the snow glittered brilliantly in the starlight. Her fiery red curls spread out over the snow, encircling her in crimson.
Her hands started to wander again, moving down around his shoulders, she felt his broad chest, slipped her hands up under his arms around to his back again, and then down to the small of his back. Though she lay on her back on the ground, she arched her body; somewhere deep within the instinct to know what to do was growing, though it would be a long time yet. One leg came up and wrapped around his, rubbing against him gently.
“My love, when we...” she said, breaking her words while she kissed him. “When it's time... let's be here... Promise me here.”
Finally she arrived and Zalen sprung out upon her, tackling her. The two went rolling through the snow and Zalen ended up on top of his mate. She laughed at him, the playful spirit never leaving her. She congratulated him and he smiled, relishing the feel of her fingers in his mane and the warmth of her body beneath him. He nuzzled back as she did to him, rubbing his neck and head against hers. It was amazing to be so affectionate with someone without fear of any negative recourse, as it had been with Lucia. No, with Titania there wasn’t a care in the world.
The mood shifted again as Titania arched herself underneath him and Zalen raked his claws gently over her chest and down her belly. He wanted her so badly, but her body was not ready, and was not giving off the musk he so needed. But oh how she teased him with her developing female body, nearly complete in its change from adolescents. Zalen had not a care for anyone who would think less of him for taken on a mate that could be his daughter, for he loved her without shame.
Titania then asked that this be the place that they would first copulate and Zalen smiled, what a glorious day that would be. The idea of becoming as one with her physically was exhilarating to say the least. Zalen moved to lie beside her then, cascading wolfish kisses upon her neck and shoulders, Of course, there could be no other place. He then nuzzled her, I cannot wait… and hopefully our pairing will bring strong children. His eyes glittered as he said this. Zalen most of all was looking forward to having offspring, a true family, something he had never had. The pack sufficed for now, but to have his own flesh and blood reflected in the small bodies of puppies; that was the greatest gift.
As he rolled off of her, kissing her neck as he moved to lay beside her in the snow, she shifted her weight one more time and instead of lying side by side she swung her leg over him so she was now on top of him. Oh, how delightful a feeling that was! Instead of laying on top of him, though, she sat up straight. She straddled his hips, her tail resting between his legs, her face outlined with crimson curls and moon shine. “They will be the strongest wolf puppies ever born. I will give you many sons, and many daughters. For you I would stay chubby and full of pups for the rest of my life, if it is what you desired, my Alpha,” her voice was a soft chortle. She only called him 'my alpha' because she liked to. One thing she seemed to understand well was the world of give and take, so she gave to her lover what she hoped to have in return.
She sat back for a moment, then jumped slightly, alarmed but not displeased. Her eyes rounded and then narrowed again as a sly smile came to her. “I think I just found a new use for this shape,” she said, referring to Optime and the way they came together so perfectly. She looked down at him, the glint of a happy Alphess in her eyes. In Lupus, no matter what, she would always be beneath him when they mated. Here, in this form, she realized their bodies came together perfectly in so many ways. Apparently there could be more give and take than she ever imagined.
She laughed softly, pleased at the thought of riding him one day. When he claimed her as a mate he promised that she would never have to submit to him like that again, and she had a mind not to (even though her love and devotion would prove otherwise, if tested – she would always do what he wanted). Now, not even in their lovemaking, would have to always be forced beneath.
Leaning forward, she planted a few soft kisses in the little cove beneath his neck, where his collar bone came to his chest, and then she rolled off of him so she was at his side, as she would have been had she not made the move that mistakenly led to her discovering how to mount him.
She looked deep into his olive green eyes, one outlined by the crimson marking and the other lined only by black. “I want it to be now,” she whispered. “I want to be ready. I hope that day will come soon, my love.” But they both knew that it was still far off yet.
Zalen listened to her playful yet subtly serious words as she continued to rub her soft form against his. Eventually though, after the promise of strong pups, which brought such pride to her heart he could not even imagine, she slid her body over his, straddling him. Both of their private places were suddenly unceremoniously smashed together in agonizing heat and Zalen could not help to become aroused once more. This only seemed to spurn Titania on, and with a lusty growl she teased him, saying that she had found a new use for her optime form.
Having grown up nearly exclusively in his lupus form, and never having much interacted with the romance of other Luperci, it had never once crossed his mind that any form other than the quadruped one would be used for mating. But now, a whole new world and myriad of wonderful and dangerous things opened them up in Zalen’s mind, and even though his tail was crushed under both their weights, he tried desperately to wag it. Of course, such trysts would have to remain private, for he felt that copulating in such a way would be insulting to the other members. However, he held no shame in mating with her in lupus form in their sight, such a thing had been down for thousands of years. It was a way of showing dominance in its own right. But Zalen understood that the game had changed, so he would only do such a thing if Titania approved.
Running black paws up the small of her back again, Zalen buried his muzzle in the crux of her chest, drinking in her scent and growling slightly in pleasure. He shared her anxious energy when it came to sex, for they both were virgins and in love. It will come soon my love, and it will be glorious. He took hold of a little bit of fur in his teeth and nibbled affectionately. He truly loved his mate.
But, with the moon rising high in the sky, Zalen felt it was time for them to depart. He lifted himself from the ground to stand on two feet and helped his beautiful mate up. I love you Titania. He cooed.
