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Scarlet shades peered at the mess left by her hazardous children. Has someone asked her, she would have spoken of her children with love, but there were times where they wanted her to hate them! As what was the usual, her mood could definitely have been better. Fingers painted with the colour of whipped cream wished to dig dip into her own scalp and see how much of her dark copper hair she could rip out in one go. Nostrils flared with her seething anger, but she wasn’t one year anymore, and going into a physical rage would only end up badly, one way or the other. Fingers flexed and dug into her soft palms, but she was controlled enough to abstain from breaking the skin.
The woman moved over to the mess that was supposed to be a bed, her eyes on a boil. Her lovely furs.. Wolf was not common prey, but itchy mouths had chewed on practically every fur she had kept on the bed. Sitting down on the messed up sleeping place, she pulled the furs on to her lap, lifting each and every one up to investigate the damage done. Nothing was completely destroyed, but the evidence of busy puppy teeth was obvious in keen eyes. It was just as well that she had kicked them out of the house for a little while with a temporary guardian before she had realized the full damage report, or else she would have swept the floor with the both of them.
Naturally, she knew that it had probably not been her children’s intention to ruin anything. Young souls were full of ignorance, and she knew that they teeth were itchy. It was her fault for not bringing them something different to chew. Oh well, at least she had learned her lesson now, for what it was worth. Putting an elbow against her knee, the woman rested her cheek against an irritated fist, tossing the last of a total of seven damaged furs on the floor between the bed and the open bedroom door. A sigh followed close after, and worn eyelids fell over ruby gems. Itachi had grown up to be one fucked up individual, but he had been a quiet and orderly child. Never causing trouble like this, roaming around knocking everyone and everything over, breaking everything breakable and chewing on precious items. Her sword had even received a new hiding spot on the top of the tall wardrobe, out of sight.
After a few minutes more of general seething, the Triarii got up and gathered the furs she decided to be worthless now. Gathering them in a sour embrace, she kicked the bedroom door shut behind her and ascended down the stairs, eventually making her way down into the basement and the door she always was very careful to lock. The ruined pelts were thrown into each their rat cage, for the starved rodents would devour anything. Wrinkling her petite muzzle, she decided that it was about time she cleaned out the worst of the filth. But not now; not today. She wasn’t in a mood to do anything productive, though it was necessary to get her room cleaned up before the miniature monsters returned from their banishment. She should have a few more hours of blessed peace, though, for her eyes had shot lightning when she has cast them out. They knew that their mother required some time to cool down.
The slender woman pushed her unruly locks from her eyes, rolling her eyes in the process, cursing herself as well for not cutting elongated locks. She supposed she had been too busy lately to make the monthly cut to keep the worst out of her eyes. Balancing duties and children seemed so easy some days, but then there was today and the mess she had to deal with. They ate, shat, whined and destroyed. Truly though, it wasn’t all that bad. The Lykoi woman was only having another bad day, and angry thoughts were unpolished thoughts. Perhaps each twin would receive a kiss on their forehead when they dared to come back. It would to learn how to sort out her thoughts in a proper way that didn’t cause everything to fall down on top of her all at once. Once one negative thought rise, so did another, like a weed in a garden, out of control. It was like being smitten by a virus. One day nothing, next day hell broke loose.
And why the hell had she kicked the door shut when she was heading straight back in? Fuck. Fingers grabbed the doorknob and wretched the door open, and the award was a loud crack as the door swung into the wall with force. She grimaced; ears ringing for a few moments still, for it had not been her attention to harm the poor door. With her dark, rich tail coiling with her poorly masked irritation, the woman threw the remaining furs she had decided to keep on top of the bed again, straightening them out and toying with the teeth marks on the chewed ends. Children. It would take more than a few minutes for her to calm down, but a smile was already on its way to settle as her fingertips traced the damaged edges of a particularly soft wolf fur. At least they were developing a taste for wolves. That was something, she supposed. Turning, the coyote hybrid moved over to the drawers by the nightstand, and pulled one out to see if they had toyed with the bones she had gathered from prey and canines alike with the hope of getting the chance to sit down to make some jewellery. Why couldn’t she just have given Oblivion and Amnesty one decently sized bone each? The fault was hers. Damnit.
The taste of fresh blood upon his lips was like best aged wine. Pink tongue rolled over his maw, claiming what little flesh remained there. It had been a prosperous day and Helotes had just finished a meal of a yearling deer. He sat beside the carcass for a while, letting is stomach expand settle from the large fresh meal he had just devoured, his eyes searching the tree line of the for any movement. He was not in the mood to share today, in fact, Helotes felt pretty dominant and pleased with himself. Leaning back against a tree, now assured that no one was nearby, the dark Lykoi closed his amber eyes to once again replay what had happened to him the night before.
He had met Zana the day before, nearly drowned in the ocean like a rat, with a gray puppy in tow. She had nearly died, but had found the situation amusing. Something about the way she had been that day, something about the way he had reacted, had caused him to finally break. Like a good friend he had returned her to the mansion, dried her fur, warmed her body by the fire. But the innocence was not be, for the wall that they had been so careful to keep up had finally broken down and they had succumbed to their baser instincts. He had fucked her then, with the pup fast asleep in front of the fire. They had made wild love upon the fur of the wolf he had killed. He hadn’t known it to be possible, had thought that his form would break hers would they have ever been to copulate, but it had worked, and Helotes reveled in it. Having seen her small form arch under him with each thrust, the sounds she had made out of pleasure rather than pain; it was like some surreal dream. A wonderful dream.
Helotes opened his eyes then, a content curve on his lips, half smile half snarl. He stood then, shaking his body off from whatever dust had dared cling to him, and trotted off towards the mansion, leaving the eviscerated deer behind for the scavengers and lower members of Inferni. He knew Zana was gone today, off doing her duties with her grey shadow at her heels. It was too bad too, Helotes would very much have wished to relive the night before, for now his testosterone was flowing again as it had in his youth.
The male basically strutted into the foyer, just in time to hear a clattering down below. His ears swiveled to the sound and his head tilted as Halo appeared from the cellar and basically stomped up the stairs to her room. She paid him no mind, most likely didn’t even see him for he was still in the shadows of threshold. He watched her backside with hungry eyes for a moment, before noticed that that the two angelic demon pups of hers did not scamper after her. Interesting, they must be out with a surrogate. This meant that Halo was alone.
Suddenly Helotes got a wonderfully wicked idea, a creation of his masculine mindset. Luckily he managed to push this idea aside as he began to ascend the stairs. Halo had looked in no mood to chat, but when was she ever? He had decided last time they had met to give her a few days before he confronted her again for idle conversation, though it had only been the day before yesterday that they had met on the rainy beach. And last time, and he was sure it was not a figment of his imagination, she had nearly let him look behind her icy curtain.
The male approached her door, listening for a moment and could only hear the soft voice of her breathing and the scratching sound of a drawer being opened. He took pause for another moment, mentally preparing himself for the worst, before lifting a large paw to rapt against the door, Halo. It’s Helotes. He said, his voice thick, no doubt from the masculine chemicals still pumping through his veins.
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Few interests had stayed through all her years, but the affection for her beloved katana and the casual makings of bony accessories had been constants during her lengthy years of life. She didn’t fickle so much with the latter as she’d like, unfortunately. Dangerous, slightly curved claws tapped along the hard bones, though she was in no mood to fickle with her jewellery making today. What was it good for anyway, huh? No one ever requested her to make anything anyway, and to her it certainly had to mean that they thought her nicely crafter items were garbage. The answer was probably that few were even aware that the warrior woman busied herself with such things. It wasn’t something she loudly advertised about. It made her wonder if Cotl had kept the spiked wristband she had created for him so long ago. One hand moved; stroking the slight curve by her slender back. The short, doggish man’s part of the bargain had been a magnificent drawing of a tattoo. If she had decided to do anything with it, a row of beautiful, crimson stained flowers would have graced her back. But it was too much, and what if she had come to regret it?
Halo was overall quite pleased with the way she looked. Her beauty was not common, and had her soul been less fierce—les cruel—she would no doubt have waded through the males of these lands. But she didn’t; she probably scared away every suitor there was. She had learned to accept this, for it would be too much of a difficult task to attempt to adjust a grand part of her wicked personality. She just wished she didn’t have enough self-insight to be aware of this disadvantageous fact. She was well aware of her issues, and would rather have chosen to live in ignorance. But whatever. Red fury seemed to be a part of her, and though it easily twisted her features and made her ugly rather than beautiful, there was sweetness to it as well. Very little could match the blissful satisfaction of a well-placed fist in a face she couldn’t stand. Most of the creatures she didn’t get along with lived within these clan-lands, unfortunately, but there were a few, memorable moments that she could linger with. Violence seemed to make her happy. She liked to destroy things. And people. Indeed.
On the other side of the door, there was an intruding knock against the poor wood she had mistreated mere moments earlier. She almost jumped in surprise, for she hadn’t been aware that anyone had been nearby. With a vision coloured red, she had not noticed the man as she had stomped through half the house and back. It wasn’t before she slammed the door open a second time that she realized who it was. Ears swivelled, pained, as the door leaped into the wooden wall yet again. And she decided this was his fault. It made sense to her, and that was what mattered. Scarlet orbs, dark with her bad blood, peered up at the masculine face of her student, or whatever. Subordinate. Who did he think he was, coming here and knocking on her door? The woman inhaled, deeply, and bit the tip of her tongue rather gently, to allow a moment or two to pass before she was to start barking at his face.
With the male so close, it was not possible for her to ignore his scent. It wasn’t just his she detected. Almost unnoticeably, her slender, fox-like snout seemed to wrinkle. So it was true then, that her rat-tail cousin had found herself a handsome prince. This was naturally not something the mentally unstable Triarii could appreciate. But she didn’t place an open frown on her face instantly, for she had yet to yell at him. ”WHAT?” her whipping voice demanded, lashing through the dusty air. Poor male, she should try to do a better job at stabilizing her unpredictable emotions. She was worse than a rollercoaster when it came to her swinging moods. Or perhaps today was simply a really bad day. It wasn’t his fault that the Triarii and her children were all idiots. Narrowed hues of deep reds stared at him, accusatory, as if it was in fact he that had chewed up the pelts she had loved so.
So, what the fuck did he want now? Urkh, the stench of her cousin was worse than gasoline thrown onto the fire. She had carried around on her suspicions for quite a while now, but now she could confirm with certainty.
ized bone each? The fault was hers. Damnit.
It was before the door was thrown open in his face that he noticed that the wood of the entry way had been badly splintered from recent abuse. His mind did not even have a fraction of a second to dwell on this though when the vicious face of the Triarri was staring at him, crimson eyes alight with pure fierceness. He looked back down on her, for he did have several good inches over his master when he was standing erect, and for a split second there was a calm before the storm when his lighted coals met her ruby reds. But then, he saw her face change, from one of shock and frustration to one of disgust. He knew why this was, the smell of Zana was on him, there was no hiding it now.
Like a dragon then she roared at him, but he stood before her like an unmoving rock as her shout blew past his face like a violent wind. He knew she was not angry at him, for he had seen her moments ago and the huff she was in. Helotes had recently become used to being Halo’s punching bag which was afforded to her by her claim as his battle master. The days that she was mellow were hard, but the days that she was in a mood were unbearable. Helotes was quite pleased with himself that he had managed to go through the majority of her training relatively unscathed, and he knew that this strength pleased her to some degree.
The dark Lykoi ran a tongue over his front lips and nose, which he pulled back momentarily to reveal sharp teeth. It was not a show of aggression, but instead a gesture that told her that there was no point in her trying to intimidate him, it would not work. Not today. You’re alone this evening. I thought perhaps I’d give you some company. Despite her mood he would not back down. Halo had become like a exacerbating puzzle, one that he wished he could just put down and walk away from but one that kept him coming back to frustrating ends. He would get to know his dark female cousin if it was the last thing he did.
He stood rooted at the doorway, not bold enough to push his way in but not cowardly enough to back away from her. Where she had intimidated him before, tonight he found fresh audacity. She could easily pick a fight with him here if she wished, and he would have to back down if only to save face in the policies of the clan, but he had an inkling that this meeting would not succumb to such violence. He knew that her frustration most likely stemmed from the actions of another clan mate, or her puppies, who seemed to have attained a relish for destruction, much like their mother. In fact, now that he chanced a glance into her room he could already see where their tiny fangs had gnawed at the furniture, the fabric, the objects; and he knew she did not like her things touched.
Despite her apparent antisocial behavior, Helotes did truly wish to spend time with her. He liked her views on life, they interested him, and her personality was entertaining all on its own. In the past month of training under her, he had begun to see past the dark Lykoi female that pushed everyone away, and instead saw the understandably proud woman who knew no other way.
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Grey claws moved to offer shallow pin-point marks as she leaned lightly against the poorly treated door. Her surroundings often suffered when she was mad; if not a living creature, then full or partial destruction of items would do as well. Hadn’t she been so attached to her foul mood, this thought might have made the exotic looking woman laugh. But this was no laughing matter, yet, so no, her eyes remained sharp and unappreciative as she made an attempt to murder him with her stare alone. The Lykoi had been cruel to judge him for the temperamental issues she had observed in the darkly shaded man at the end of their first, spontaneous sparring session. She was just as bad herself. He had lost his control completely, but had gathered his control swiftly. Her anger wasn’t quite as wild, but it outlasted his by miles. How she loved her fire.
Silky audits leaned against the soft, rich hair that embraced framed in her pretty, though oh so angry face, and it was with intrigue she watched his reaction. Perhaps Zana had sent him here to give her a display of her conquered toy. It made angry lips want to curl back with her vivid dislike, but there was enough sense in her to refrain from serving him an unmistakable visual threat like that. She was too stuck in her head, and whatever friendship could have bloomed between them now suffered for it. It was much too soon for him to see the most ugly part in her. But she saw no reason to play the role of a fake character around her clan members. She was who she was; a force to be reckoned with, and while she did not wish to appear a threat to her fellow Infernians as she did to trespassers and common wolf scum, she was a hazardous thing, with a lethal bite.
Curved chest heaved slightly with her increased uptake on oxygen as she waited for him to back the fuck off. But nothing happened. Nothing. He didn’t blow away from the terror of her voice. Instead, he treated her venomous outburst as a greeting, and stated the purpose of why he had ended up outside her home. Her breath was put on hold for a moment, and it wouldn’t have surprised if trapped, black smoke had started flowing out of her dark nostrils at her surprised, interrupted breath of fire. And this was the man that she had believed to be so fidgety; so careful with his act around his master. She had wanted to see him crumble to ash before her feet, but instead he remained tall, several inches above her shorter form, unscathed. Now, that wasn’t fair at all. How dared he not to buckle! Her chest burned with her fire, but what use was it to breathe her fire if he was immune to her flames. She didn’t like it; for it lessened the immerse advantage she had believed she possessed.
She didn’t need him to understand her. Resuming her breathing, she gave a sharp shrug of her muscular shoulders and swirled around, stomping over to the open drawer to kick it shut with a clawed foot. Despite her new-found lack of control over Helotes, she did what she could to adjust the power in her kick, so the nightstand did not go flying as it easily could have. ”Fine.” the she-dragon hissed, ”You may enter.” And he would drag the rat-tail’s scent in with him, and her room would reek just as he did. Ack. Without he angry urgency in her form, she turned to allow her scarlet eyes return to him. She hadn’t put two and two together as he had, and pondered where this calm of his was coming from. Or—no, she didn’t. She already knew her guess. It wouldn’t have bothered her so much if she hadn’t despised her midget cousin so deeply. There was also the strange and unexplainable feeling of ownership that made the scent of another female rub her the wrong way. She’d rather not have him touched by anyone. She didn’t care to ask herself why.
He could see the cogs of her mind turning, calculating, as she watched him standing there, unmoving. It was like she battled herself; lash out at him, or withdraw? Both choices had their drawbacks, and he knew that Halo hated both of them. She was seething, he could tell, and something deep, deep inside him took great pleasure in this. The fact that the she-devil could so easily be swayed to anger was something that Helotes was starting to realized could be used as a tool against her. As frightening as it was, and as unlikely as it was that he would use this knowledge, Helotes did have some power over Halo. It caused the darkness inside him much glee.
This darkness was what Halo had been training him to control, to harness and use to his bidding. The creature that was his anger and blood lust had once been in control of him in the heat of battle, but now it was beginning to change. He had become adept at telling when he was being pushed to the precipice of insanity, and used the power of the vertigo of such an event to channel is ferocity. Under her tutelage he had become a clean, mean, killing machine. In fact, he was so confident in his abilities now that he sometimes wondered if he could beat the Triarii if they were ever to go head to head. Most likely such an encounter would end in both of their deaths but it was somewhat satisfying to Helotes to know that she would not overcome him as easily as she might have when he had come to her for training a moon ago.
Finally, after a pregnant pause, the dragon’s fire dissipated and she relented, inviting him into her room despite her apparent dissatisfaction. He nodded, giving her the smallest of smiles and stepped inside. It was meager quarters, not unlike his own, but kept much more tidy, save the chew marks. He glanced around, noted her katana placed up on the wardrobe, most likely to keep the sharp instrument away from prying puppy snouts. He then noticed upon the small chest of drawers several large pieces of bone apparently in a middle stage of being carved. Delicately, he reached out and retrieved a bone, a rib bone as it once was, and looked at it closely. The carvings were delicate, elegant, and there had been a hole drilled into one end. This was obviously meant to be a piece of jewelry. Helotes glanced over to his host, Is this your work? He asked his voice soft. If it was her doing it would come as quite a surprise, he hadn’t been expecting Halo to have such skill. He had taken note of her necklace and the small carved bone skull that adorned her dark locks but had never guessed that she was the creator of these things.
Helotes set the bone back down on the dresser before turning to look at her again. She looked exquisite as always, but this time quite dry, the complete opposite of what she had looked like the last time they had met. Her mane was growing long, longer than he had ever seen, but it was quite becoming on her, as short hair was as well. Helotes decided that he should stop staring and start talking, perhaps some conversation would lighten her mood, Your pups, they with a surrogate tonight? It was a stupid question, because he already knew the answer, where else would they be? Quickly he continued to try and save face, They’re quite rambunctious, His eyes traveled to the chewed up legs of the bed, Teething, too. He shot her a knowing smirk.
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The scene that had sent her off the top today was the first message of required change she would have to do, soon. Already when the blonde boy had been very young, Halo had been ready to give him up to someone that could care for the frail Itachi better than she. She hadn’t been ready to care for another at that time, for she had been a broken shell; so close to the very bottom of the deepest of pits that she hadn’t been able to stand the thought of raising the child she never had wanted. It hadn’t been her golden son’s fault, for he was a victim just as she had been. The terrible day where she had realized that the movement within her womb had been life and not passing stomach illness could never be erased from her mind. She had loved her firstborn as best she could, but he had only lived because she had discovered her pregnancy much too late for her to attempt to force an abortion. The desire had been strong when she first had learned that she would be mother, forced into the role, but it was only a week after that she had given birth.
How much better everything was now. Joy and fury skipping hand in hand down a sunlit path; it was all so disastrous far from what she had expected to get from her life. She hadn’t wanted any of this when she was young and more of a fool. The red eyed girl had only cared for her fairy late dreams, ignorant of how reality really tasted like. She had been a dumb child, and a catastrophic—though common—teenager. Oh, she had so many games she had played, and hadn’t at all been aware of the consequences, had she run into the wrong individuals. It was almost ironic that it had been an unwilling confrontation stripped for her carnal games that had taken her down like a defenceless prey, crushed beneath the merciless embrace by its hunter. It had turned the young Halo into a skittish creature that she had never wanted to be. Now, the depression had finally been pushed away, but she had sacrificed a lot to get back on her feet. No one knew this though, for Halo had always been an accomplished actress in the public eye of her clan.
Perhaps this male knocked on her door because he wanted to come in. She couldn’t allow her nature to be revealed in the pursuit of the possibility of a genuine friendship. It would always be easier to keep him at bay. Perhaps she could try to see if she could more successfully tie him to her strings. It would have been a simple task, had he only been a little less intelligent. She wasn’t immune to charms and hidden agendas, but willed herself to be. So she was always careful to let anyone in, for once they knew her, she felt terribly vulnerable. Halo preferred to think of herself as a glorious, untouchable Queen regardless of her slightly crippled standing with most of the individuals here. Truly though, it wasn’t her fault that so many of them were pathetic losers unworthy of her time.
Disapproving eyebrows pulled down towards her heated eyes as the male dared to touch one of her things. An invitation into her room was one thing, but she couldn’t have him walk around and stain her home with his dirty fingerprints. A sharp, though simple shrug was given as his softened voice asked if the simple carved rib-bone was her work. She didn’t need him to laugh behind her back about her silly little hobby. But was it, really? The lovely pale teeth that hang around her slender neck belonged to past enemies. She let him set the bone back down on the dresser again before she moved to pick it up herself, knuckles turning white under the short, creamy fur coating her elegant though angered fingers. Allowing reddened eyes to roam along the subtle bone. It wasn’t something she planned to use for anything. There was more than enough bone to satisfy her, and she could afford trial and error. Carving attractive lines into the hard surface was difficult, and with her inconsistent hours of practise, she needed more.
The furrow between her eyebrows smoothed out as they rose, for allowing her face to stay foul in his presence wasn’t really what she wanted. She crossed her arms and rested an elbow on top of the other, absentmindedly using the bone as a one toothed comb through the silkiness of her healthy mane. She couldn’t know that he had guessed the reason of her disapproving grimace when she first had opened the door to have Zana’s stench thrown into her face, and wrongly thought she had at least this advantage in her favour. Helotes and Halo had never spoken of the ugly midget, and to be honest she wouldn’t care much to trash talk the sibling with the ugly tail. The hybrid loved to trash talk those she couldn’t stand, but not with anyone. It would be.. unprofessional and belittling of her. She preferred choosing better ways to deal with disappointments.
Her smile wasn’t genuine as it pulled at the corners of her lips with his mentioning her pups. Or perhaps it was. It was a silly question, for they obviously weren’t here. So naturally, they were somewhere else, with someone else. She just nodded, for his answer didn’t demand elaboration. As long as they weren’t with her right now, all was good. He commented on the damage that had been dealt to the room, and it made it clear that her eyes had not overacted to what they had seen. She’d hoped she had been making a bigger deal out of it than it was, but would have to accept the merciless truth. Taking the remaining step it required to reach the roomy bed, she dropped to a seat, and threw the lonely rib to the floor. ”Indeed,” she drawled, pupils darting back to him as she leaned down with her elbows against the soft bed, legs casually crossed. The tip of her tail flickered slightly, like a mildly aggravated feline’s would.
Lips moved with the purpose to duplicate the smirk he offered, tough hers obtained a more feminine touch. ”So, what is the nature of the company you wish to offer me, Helotes?” the serpent quietly wondered as she smiled through seductively lit scarlet, the rage and power that had literarily set her voice on fire vanished without a trace. There were ways to channel her unhealthy emotions, and shouting at him hadn’t managed to frighten him off. Her response to this had been shock and disappointment, but she would have to make the best out of it. She would.
She seemed to cool then, but seemed somewhat annoyed that he had touched something of hers. She retrieved the bone after he had replaced it, looking at it with complacency, before using it as a comb. He watched as the ivory slipped through the ebony, parting it in silky waves. Her hair, for whatever ever reason, reminding him then of Ilusion, his sister, who prided herself as much if not more than Halo on her appearance. He missed his sister, and had hope she was well, but wished she would hurry her ass up and get to Inferni soon, if just to placate Columbine. The dynamics between his siblings had drastically changed in the last season, with them being put out of their home, their mother dying and Columbine falling deeper into darkness. Helotes wondered what it would be like if and when Ilusion would show, and the siblings united once more.
Helotes watched Halo closely as she swayed over to the bed and laid down upon it. Propping herself up on her shoulders with her legs stretched out elegantly in front of her, her breasts resting in soft mounds on her chest, her back arching; Helotes couldn’t help but stare. She asked him carefully what kind of company he had come to give her, and he did not miss the subtle sultry edge in her voice. Helotes stood still for a moment, in a contrapposto pose, relaxing all his weight on one leg as he looked at her. Despite himself, he could not help but to run his tongue over his lips quickly, to remove any extra liquid that had pooled there. She was seducing him, or perhaps thinking on doing so. It was a dangerous game she played now, for he would not hesitate to take her if given the chance. The sexual liaison of last night had gotten him quite riled up, and he was more than ready to go at it again with any willing female. But Halo? Oh what a prize that would be, he could only imagine what sex with a serpent such as she would be like.
When it came to the game of love and lust Helotes was no fool, in fact he was more often then not the instigator, pulling hapless maids and virgins into his web like a spider. He had been quite lurid in his youth, taking all the physically acceptable females available to him, and ignoring those with bad breeds. He had been lucky to be part of a pack with both naive and readily willing females to have trysts with. This had changed drastically though, when his father had taken on his second mate; he had forbidden any male from copulating for any reason, included pleasure or reproduction. It had caused the pack to become tense, on edge, and many fights had broken out. When Helotes had arrived at Inferni those many moons ago, it did not take him long to find the warmth of a woman once more, but that had been the only time he had done so in the clan until last night. Now he wondered how he could have ever lived so long without it.
Slowly Helotes walked over to the bedside opposite her, and sat beside her, their shoulders nearly touching. He looked down at her with hungry, fiery eyes, gauging her reactions to his close proximity. A low, throaty, and lustful sound emanating from his chest then; she was far from her heat cycle but his loins could not deny her sensuality. I would take you, He said then, huskily, but I concede to you in this as well, my master. He couldn’t help but pull back his lips to show teeth at this statement. Her dominance over him was complete, and there was not much he could do about it without turning this encounter into a battle.
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Although the two of them were no longer mere strangers, they didn’t know each other where it mattered. The eyes of a viper watched him watch her, unblinking; unchanging. She didn’t have to make an effort to make herself presentable for the male eye, but that had never been her issue. She didn’t know where the individual line in each individual was drawn, and had difficulties locating it. Most thought blood ties made the opposite gender unavailable. More than one Lykoi’s eyes had traced the attractive curves of her feminine curves, perhaps involuntarily, but it wasn’t the first time she had felt the heat of Helotes’ gilded gaze take in her body. With the scent of her smaller cousin so vivid in unappreciative nostrils, it seemed clear that this man didn’t think twice before fucking members of his own family. Was this proof of indifference, or did his views relate more to hers?
Eyes followed as the male moved to take a seat as well, uninvited. She could obsess with minor details and offenses forever, but this was not what she was after. The fire that leapt along her steady pulse wished to derail her if it could, as she did not move in to release her fire in other, perhaps more pleasurable ways. The poorly disguised tone in her voice had not escaped him, as her sensitive ears were marinated in the soft, hushed rumble within the depths of the male’s throat. The answer was bold and dangerous, and though she felt her warm pulse respond to his nerve. But it was an indirect way of admitting that he was nothing but a whore. Long ears leaned back amongst the soft locks running down along her neck. What fun was it when she didn’t have to fight for it? Smelling of the other female, she had exaggerated its meaning.
”You would, wouldn’t you,” her dry words of reject clang, before she released a short, bark of a laugh. The heat in her eyes did not cool to match the words she spoke though, for had she been completely indifferent. ”Did you come to me because my cousin refused to give you seconds?” Halo was no last chance to go to if he couldn’t get his shit elsewhere. How dared he to come into her home and think he could simply get what he wanted. There was always a price to pay, and Halo was expensive her own way. Lips parted to reveal her own row of pale, cruel daggers, though there was no thunder in her throat to match his deep purr.
As he expected, Halo was not going to give up that easily, and she would fight him until the bitter end. But Helotes was up for the game, he knew how to match her, and would try to navigate every twist and turn she threw at him. In the end though, if the game were to come to a stale mate, it would be no loss; all’s fair in love and war. Her voice, as grating and impetuous as it was, was only a weapon she was using to try and draw down what little power he claimed. He would not give it up so easily. She could throw subtle insults at him all she wanted, but the fact that he slept with Zana the night before had absolutely no effect on this current situation, save to perhaps give him more guile than he could have mustered otherwise.
She showed him her teeth and he did afford her a little more space when she did it, not wanting to push his luck. He averted his eyes, not ashamed of what he had done, of who he smelled like; he gave no care now to the way she thought about Zana. Zana was not in the room now, the interchange between him and Halo had nothing to do with her. Helotes was sure though, that the softness in his heart would most likely give way to shame in the future, but it was not to be avoided. Such unfortunate emotions always came along when there were multiple lovers involved. Zana and Halo both were once unattainable and exotic conquests, but now having claimed one, who was to say the other could not also?
But it was different with Halo; where Zana had burned for him as much as he for her, Halo fought against him every step of the way. She was strong, but so was he, and despite her protests and complaints she had yet to completely shut him down. Therefore there must be a chance she was still willing to give him, if he played the game right. So he would play then, he would be as cunning as the serpent.
Helotes relaxed again, closing the space between them to where it had been a minute ago and looked back at her, I’m not sure she could have given seconds if she had even wanted to. He said with a touch of humor in his voice. It was true that the little Lykoi female had been quite exhausted when he had been finished with her, he knew this would not be the case if Halo would afford him a chance to do the same. He now took a risk, a dangerous step in the dance he was currently entangled with her in, Does it bother you that I took her to bed? This question was somewhat of a challenge. She could make it clear she was displeased, but the only reasons she had to be so were one of three; she could look down on him for being with someone she disliked, she could think less of him for sleeping with someone with an obviously physical flaw such as Zana had, or she could be jealous. In Helotes’ mind all three of these reasons were folly. Halo had no power over who Helotes slept with, or who he chose to have friendships with, so her being angry due to her own feelings would have been childish. If it were because of Zana being a pygmy, that wouldn’t negate the fact that she was a Lykoi, and carried the same genes as he or Halo. And if it were for jealousy, why then was Halo sitting here playing this game if she could just take him if she had wanted to?
But Helotes new that Halo always seemed to have an ace up her silky sleeve, and her reaction could be none of these. This was one of reasons he was so drawn to her, for she was sly and could think on her feet. It was skill that he was envious of, but one that kept him coming back for more and more abuse.
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Now, she could see her problem very clearly. She would continue to expect what would never come. It wasn’t the darker Helotes fault that twisted and bad had set her standards. The snake’s eyes stared as he allowed added distance to flow in between the heat of their bodies as she parted her teeth to match his. But she couldn’t find the fear that she wanted, not the cold promise of a cruel embrace by a red horned beast. Her nightmare monster was far away, past hills and rivers and beyond her reach. An unconscious part of her had expected him to follow rather than flee, but his presence did not return to her. All she was left with was the essence that lived through her and her children. But she didn’t have to be bound to anyone.
His voice was touched with humour as he chose his answer. Her maw smiled its predatory smile, but her eyes did not. It could still prove to be an insult to her. Zana didn’t have any more to offer for now, and so the male had moved on. It didn’t create a sensation of thrill to imagine his large frame intertwined with the pygmy form of the ugly girl. Was it also his intention to boast? That he had been too much of a true man for little Rat-tail to take in? Now that was a thought she could laugh at, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seducing her with pathetic humour. But he knew what existed here, between the two. He knew there was a reason why she had allowed him to enter her private domain and settle so close. There was a reason why he hadn’t been sent away.
There was no answer worthy to voice, and he was left to his silence until he brought up a most insulting question. Instead of bursting into flame as she could have done, the change came slowly, like a rising tide brought on by calm, rhythmic waves. The beautiful woman turned her face fully to his with a smile turning crooked and bad. The sharp bubbles of laughter stabbed their way up her throat in pursuit of release, but she forced her teeth shut, and the muscles in her well designed jaws visibly tightened with her denied response. She took note of the challenge hovering between them. How dared he try to play her like that. Dark claws slowly dug into the softness of the fur she was placed on top off, but the flames didn’t lick higher. She appreciated challenges as much as anyone, though in her own way.
”Now, why would you think that?” the female’s sweetened tones asked, and within them danced an invisible smile. He hadn’t said anything about what he thought, but the question had obviously crossed his mind since he had come forth with such a question. It could have hit jack pot, but she wasn’t bothered in the way he might believe she was. But she was wrong to assume she was untouched by the question. ”No,” she answered, regardless, closely followed by another insult, served on a silver platter with honey. ”It just shows your standards,” and it made him unattractive to her. It was no secret that lovers looked for equals in appearance. In her mind, she never pictured herself arched under an unattractive male.
”So, you may leave,” she offered, finally releasing the handsome lines of his face with her bloodied eyes, shutting them away behind heavy lids lined with their dark brows. It was true that she liked to think herself above this male. Had he come to her first, things could have evolved quite differently. Disappointment dove heavily into the pits of her flat stomach, but the words had been spoken and she expected to see him obey. He had impressed her with the absence of humble, forced submission, and it had gained him entrance to her home. She couldn’t see him ignore her request to leave, even if the senseless anger had been removed from her lovely hues.
So it was a mixture of the reactions then that she served to him. Pity, he was hoping she would be able to overcome her silly prejudices so they both could spend some time together in bliss. But even as she asked him ever so sweetly to leave he remained rooted to the spot. He would not give up this time, and he would not let her run as she had the other day. It would end here, one way or another. Helotes wanted the Triarii and he might forgo sanity to have her. The Lykoi male let the rumble in his throat that had been so lusty before take on a threatening edge, You know nothing of my standards.
His blood began to quicken then, for he felt his chance slowly slipping away from him like sand which he desperately tried to cling to. He had gotten so far with her this evening and he felt like he would not be able to get this point again if he were to retreat. So instead of leaving as she had so eloquently asked him to he leaned closer to her, the muscles of his chest touching the satin like fur of her shoulder. Her eyes were like blood rubies, full of fierce darkness that had once frightened him but now goaded him on, his own amber eyes seemingly glowing through dark rims. The air between the warriors then was full of static, of a dangerous energy that seemed like it could consume him at any moment.
He then finally risked speaking what he had been so desperately trying to hold back from mentioning before, for he did wish to succumb to pleading. But what came from his mouth was not so much of a request, but came forth almost as a command, Put aside your judgments for a moment to see the man before you, the one that only has eyes for you... Don’t let this slip away, or you may never again have the opportunity. He looked at her again, the look in his eyes genuine but not soft, instead holding a fierceness that came from the heart of him. She should not deny him for such petty reasons; he was strong, his genes as superb as his love-making, if she would only allow herself to submit to herself for just a moment, instead of being ruled by darkness in her soul.
He then, finally, as he had so wanted to do so on the beach the other day, reached up to push the darkest of locks up and away from her bronzed features, his large paw straying right over the most dangerous part of her. He didn’t care of the danger anymore, and was putting out all the stops to evoke some kind of reaction in her that was not calculated, whether it be violent or carnal, he would take either. And suddenly before he could stop himself, a slip of the tongue, You’re beautiful.
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The warm rush passing through red flooded veins brought fever to her eyes as she waited for him to return to his feet and walk away from her forever. Excited hues watched him grounded to his spot, ignoring her polite request to leave her and her quarters. The rumble changed nature, though more than ever, it was but a sweet caress to the woman’s pointy ears. The dark man didn’t allow her to reject him so easily, and she was glad. The woman dearly loved her standing in the clan, where everyone but one had to bow their head to her if she willed it so. She loved her arrogance and the power she held over the lesser members of Inferni. But with time it had become monotone and she didn’t wish to be the one to bite off heads. She didn’t want a male who dared not challenge her ruthless behaviour.
If he was to retreat, it would end with that. She would continue to train him, for he was her Hydra and capable at his rank, but that would be it. She knew she wished him to be a finer ally than that; more than an insignificant pawn of painted wood moving across a board of black and white. She could move along without him if she so chose, but there were advantages she desired to capture in greedy palms. He said she knew nothing of his standards and he was right, of course, but it wasn’t possible for her to draw a different conclusion than the one she had voiced out loud. She wasn’t capable of seeing whatever Helotes had seen in Zana. But perhaps that was the point.
Just like the men had been mere playthings in her distant path, perhaps so were women to him. She knew the pleasures of intercourse, and didn’t struggle to understand the hunger that seemed to have brought him to her doorsteps. But the woman didn’t wish to be just the tool to grant him temporary satisfaction, although she didn’t struggle with the thought of making him hers. It was the thoughts of the wicked and accepted as long as they were hers. Her scarlet gaze returned to linger as he shuffled closer, bringing words that again wished to make her laugh. But almost in a good way. He was serious—so much was clear to her—but suddenly he was the one that made himself precious. Was he saying that she should take this once in a lifetime chance because he only had eyes for her?
As her mind worked to decide on the better response, he made a disturbing move, allowing his fingers to reach for another loose lock that had fallen into her face. The woman hadn’t even noticed it before he reached to push it out of the way. But the slip of his tongue was too much. Who the fuck did he think she was. Her lesser frame turned on him, quick as a dashing cobra. Her hand targeted his broad chest with the intention to push him away and down on his back. The rest of her followed, grace intact despite her bold burst of muscle. She half leaned over him, dark auburn hair falling over her shoulder and towards him, as if reaching. ”Are you trying to seduce me?” smiling lips asked, light hearted intrigue dancing within ruby lit eyes. The hand on top of his chest stayed, partially supporting her light weight while cat-like claws shallowly rasped against his skin. She didn’t need him to breathe pretty words. She could imagine the method was effective on Zana with all her flaws and shortcomings, but Halo knew well that she was beautiful, and didn’t need to have the obvious stated.
”I don’t need your pretty compliments,” she then hissed, though fever hot gaze didn’t disapprove of the eyes they were fixated on. ”It’s my belief that action speaks louder than words,” Mouths spoke lies daily, and it was a tool that was easy to use. She didn’t require him to vomit poetry and words of affection. That was not what she was after. She was a child born from rape and gone through the same horrors before she had come of age. She didn’t know the soft affection that could exist between two true lovers and the time they spent together. She didn’t think he knew what he was asking for, for Halo wasn’t a tender lover. Though, being the receiving end of harsh beating during their sparring sessions, she supposed he already knew this.
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He had so expected her to lash out at him with her dagger like claws that when she did push him down he tensed. But instead of pain there was just her slight weight upon him and he looked up at her with a peculiar expression. What was she doing? Instinctively he grabbed the arm attached to the hand that was so strongly placed on his chest, to make sure she would not use it to apply pressure and rip out his heart if such a thing was even possible. He was sure she could feel it there, under her milky palm, beating strongly but at an increased pace. Suddenly though, and much to his surprise, her face changed to show a smile rather than a snarl and she leaned over him so closely that he could feel her hot breath on his face. She asked then if he was trying to seduce her, Yes. He said simply.
Hissing like a snake she put down his silly compliment, saying that it was action that she believed in, not pretty words. So he had played the game right then, at least to a point now where he could move forward instead of tiptoe before the dragon trying not to get burned. Quickly, he wrapped a large hand around the small of her back, her body seeming so slight to him now that he touched it in a way not befitting battle. He pulled her down upon him, so her chest met his, cinnamon and dusk fur mingling. He snarled then, though a smile was in the snarl, and it was not one of anger but one of desire, I will give you actions then! He said throatily, his voice no longer harboring any hint of the softness he had displayed a moment ago.
The rumble began in his chest again, like a wild-cat’s purr, as his hands moved to traverse the soft yet well-muscled curves of her back. The fur here was like the most expensive silk, luxurious and just begging to be caressed, though he was sure there were other parts of her that were more suited for caressing. He then chanced a taste at her, his rough tongue darting out to try and lick her collar bone. The fire had already begun to build in his loins, despite her not having even done anything in return. To think that perhaps she might soon be writhing against him set his whole body aflame.
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This particular woman could easily have come for him with teeth and claws, serving lined, red weeping punishment as he had dared to be so straight forward. But although the vicious fangs of the King Cobra were moist with their lethal poison and struck within the blink of an eye, human maidens in a distant and forgotten land had been known to find the chance to place a kiss atop the dangerous snake’s scaly head. The chance was high that she could turn on her possible lover without warning, and perhaps that was why he wanted to play her games. Perhaps he saw her as an impregnable castle that he wished to take. It was all fine with her, because it wouldn’t leave her empty handed either. They were all coached on by their own hidden agendas, good and bad.
His thicker fingers curled around her lighter, more slender wrist, and she was pleased to see caution in that action. Helotes had proven to her that he was willing to take a chance to sway her mind. But that one but one of few steps, and he would have to move further than that to be to have her spread her legs for him. But it wasn’t he that should have to do all the work. She made herself difficult because he was so open with his intentions. Perhaps she should have made more of a fight out of it, but whatever. The woman was too much thought when she wanted to be a wild creature of action. That was what everyone expected of her; that was what Helotes was expecting from her. She guessed it wouldn’t harm to grant him his wish, though it would be served the way she saw most fit at this moment.
It almost brought an audible snarl to her lip as she took her advice, bringing her body down against his without asking nicely as she would have expected. Her hands leaped to curl, perhaps a bit cruelly, against his pectoralis major. But there was no burning desire to push away now as he had brought her down. She had been this close to him while training, but the nature of the scene was quite different in mood. His masculine scent penetrated her senses, and his body was hot to the touch, burning her frame through his dark ashen fur. Ears quivered excitedly at his husky voice, and the bitch smiled, the sharp edges of her teeth partly visible against her parted lips. He didn’t want to be let go, but he would have to pay for being able to hold such a lovely frame as hers.
Palms brushed up and down the woman’s silky, yet muscular back, and an intrigued rumble returned to her slender throat. Her clawed hands moved in return, reaching up to slowly comb through his rich mane. Another bold move was delivered to her. His tongue took a taste of the sensitive area between curved chest and throat, and left delicious fire in its wake. What would her pigmy relative say if she had seen the look in Helotes eyes now? The thought excited her, as if this act that was about to be committed wasn’t allowed; forbidden. Halo didn’t know the specifics of Zana and Helotes’ relationship, but wouldn’t dream of removing her hands from him now, when he had made his cause so very clear to her. Even with her children sleeping by her side every night, her bed was cold and lonely. She seemed to intimidate or disgust those she decided could be worthy to get her greedy hands on, and had thought Helotes to be too much of a coward to come forth and demand his prize.
She stretched her neck , leaning against his muzzle with a temporary display of trust; for exposing one’s throat was no given action. She could feel his growing desire, and it fuelled her own, though she’d been ready to climb on top of him for quite a while now. But now the desire seemed irresistible now, though a few more moments would be restrained by the loosening reins of self-control. She straddled him, and only slightly leaned against her elbows to keep her upper frame tall enough to be able to maintain eye contact for just a little longer. The woman’s travelling claws moved to trace his jaws, prolonging their moment of immovable anticipation. Once they let go, she would ensure the moment of false tenderness would be banished forever. She wasn’t the type of woman to melt in his arms.
Perhaps she had expected Zana’s lingering scent to ruin the storm of her building desire, but it seemed to act as its own aphrodisiac. She didn’t like the initial thought of sharing, but loved the thought of stealing someone meaningful from another. ”Do it, seductive lips demanded, hushed and thick with wild hormones as she brushed her frame against his. ”Fuck me.” Simple and direct, and that was how she wanted it to be. Trapped air whistled in a rushed exhale, and her pulse danced with anticipated thrill in her deafened ears.
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When the viper emitted a purr of her own, and his tongue traced the elegant line of her collar bone he was done for. The beast inside him that had been corralled to do his bidding in battle would also come out to play in the heat of other moments. He increased the pressure on her back, pressing her even more firmly upon his body when she presented her cream colored throat to him. He had her. Such a display of trust was just what he had been after and his tongue moved up to lick her throat in a gesture that said he would not take advantage of this trust in ways that would not be appropriate in such a situation. Then he felt her ginger legs move to straddle him, and she hissed erotic yet violent words at him. He kept his vision in line with hers, the red and umber intermingling into a carnal fire that burned in the air between them.
Reaching down then, large, clawed paws cupped the firm rounds of her rump to press her femininity down upon his now fully emerged masculinity. He did not enter her then, for he wanted to savor the rise of this moment before the plunge into the rhythmic motions of love making. Helotes hot and wanting mouth moved down to delve into the sugar mounds that were her breasts, his tongue searching for perking buds of flesh under fur. Finding them he could not help to let the taste of Halo’s milk spur him on. The idea that he was about to copulate with a fertile woman with pups somehow excited something deep inside him that mingled with the lust he felt. It was a different kind of desire, one that urged him to kill her two perfect demons so that it would force her into becoming receptive to his seed. But Helotes was no monster, and his reason, what little remained in this moment, pushed down such dark thoughts into the cage of the monster.
Pulled back lips revealed teeth then, in pure and unabated lustful power, he sunk the tips of his teeth into her shoulder to hold her in place as he slid his male appendage into the heat of her. A growl emanated from him, one of pleasure, as he pulled back and then pushed upwards for the first thrust. She was not as tight as his partner from the previous night, but this was to be expected, and it did not diminish the pleasure it gave him. Her innards felt like flames around him, where Zana’s had been chilled from her dip in the sea. How interesting that the rendezvous with the ice queen would be like stepping into the inferno, whereas the woman who had burned so long for him had been frigid.
Wanting better penetration then what he was receiving with Halo on top of him, Helotes made a quick move and pinned her underneath him, his large male body nearly enveloping her soft feminine curves. The wolf furs of her bed created a gray halo to frame her dark locks, how wonderfully macabre that they were to have relations on the pelts of the slain. His tongue never stopped, licking her chest and neck until her fur glistened with his saliva. A paw slid down then from her buttocks to her thigh to lift one leg to rest on his thrusting hips, his claws digging into her flesh in time with his pushing deeper inside her. The pressure began to build with every deep penetration, the growl in his throat began to turn into rhythmic panting.
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Burning embers flared with her hunger—her thirst to see the demon thread forth within the gilded hues of eyes so different yet so devilishly similar to her own. She had seen his dark passenger and watched him to rise up to bathe her in her own blood. Her desires were wrong and twisted like the soul glaring out through her fiery eyes, but she was a product of her environment, and only knew this pleasure when it was more or less forced on her. But disgust had turned to acceptance, and acceptance had turned into desire for just this kind of treatment. One would think a woman such as she would demand full control, outside as well as inside of her bed chamber, but this wasn’t the case. She would never willingly let go completely, but there was no fire sweeter than that brought on by pain and blood, and power. If Helotes had the power to pin her down and take her wild form, then he would win her ability to cherish him forever
To him it could seem a switch simply turned to change the outcome of their short, little game, but as the viper, she had waited, waited for her prey to come to her. And she had passed the requirements she had set out for him, and walked through the ring of fire unscathed. But he wouldn’t return in one piece, she was going to make sure of that. A pregnant snarl whistled through her exposed set of pearly teeth as his paws forced her lower body down against his, and she writhed against his member, though the moistness between her legs insisted that this was really the one thing she craved from him. He was beautiful and perfect; his genes matching her own, and his frame large and masculine with firm, prominent muscles flowing beneath the lovely darkness of his fur. She wasn’t in a stage where she could conceive, but she would welcome his seed regardless, for she had judged him worthy at last.
The beat of her wicked heart had already crazed the pulse leaping through her body, and her breath rose to match its pace, carrying with it the sweet and urgent hum of approaching carnal pleasures. Fingers entwined into his rich hair as his hot breath and burning tongue moved from the hollow of her throat and down to the full curves of her sensitive breasts. Deep currents of unbearable electricity radiated from his insistent, moist touch, and ran lower to gather in the increased heat of her lustful womanhood. Arms embraced her neck with the need to goad him on, for she couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping now. She was brutal and merciless, but even more so when engulfed by a maddening desire, and in the heat of the moment, thought no longer had a place in her consciousness. Only in the eye of war was she allowed moments of clarity free of interferences, except for when she participated in this act. And so she let her claws turn on him, piercing through fur and skin free the blood racing under the surface at the back of his neck.
Another fierce snarl rose from the depths of her creamy throat as his teeth sunk into her shoulder, only a moment before he pushed his tool into her. She pressed her weight downwards to meet the welcome intrusion, feeling him fill her. It felt unbearable, but she craved more. Her clawed fingers caressed his broad, muscular neck and shoulders, and while they might have threatened to penetrate his skin before, she didn’t care anymore. He had come to her, willingly, and she had warned him. It was his fault for not heeding her subtle warnings. The Triarii’s defect cousin might have offered him love and warmth, but Halo wanted to maim and ruin, only to be destroyed in the process. That was part of her madness, and her father’s before her. Her blood was wicked and wrong, though it was pure and beautiful because it carried her family’s unique, delicious curse. The Lykois were frowned upon because they were mindless beast, and that was all she wished to be, right now.
The male took action on his own, and within a moment it was she that was pinned down beneath his heavy form, thrusting against her in a successful race to throw her into madness. She let him shift her leg to allow him better passage, and the sharp nails adorning her feet latched themselves to his flesh. Teeth had released her and left merely shallow puncture wounds within the glorious colour of her coat, and the pain was hardly noticeable at all. A shame, for the mix of pain and pleasure was the best one there was. She didn’t care if he decided to treat her like he treated the others, but she was a ride of her own, and was intent that he was to remember this day, be it a destroyed experience or not. And she would stake her claim with blood. There would be no doubt who he had spent significant moments of the day with when she was finished with him.
Her willing form twisted underneath him with the rhythm of his deep thrusts, responding to the thrilling currents rising within with each forceful push from her cousin. The Triarii’s jaws fully parted then, finding a dark shoulder to sink into, no modesty in the power behind her bite. Delicious, steaming blood flooded her mouth, ran down along her chin and jaw, giving the fur an extra blush, moist and warm. Next, violent, sharply pointed fingers raced along his muscular back, drawing abstract lines of bloody art wherever they went, wild like the woman that guided their piercing path. His blood belonged to her now, and she’d greedily drink it all while he fucked her senseless.
Moist exhales of building bliss rumbled against the man’s red weeping shoulder, and she let go of her flesh as she arched underneath him, milky teeth stained red with his taste. Paws drew red paws down to hook into the flesh by his hips, pushing him on. He couldn’t destroy her as he could Zana, though she wished it could have been different.
He had been so enraptured by the soft, stroking pleasure on his cock that he had barely noticed when Halo decided to make him bleed. The burn of pain finally pushed pass the block of sexual numbness in his brain and a strange twisted sound, one that sounded like a whining bark and snarl combined, ripped forth from his throat. He relished the pain then, as her claws dug into the flesh of his back and raked down, caused him to bend his spine in blissful agony. Helotes’ skin was thick, but her claws were razors and though in any other situation the tearing of his flesh might have caused anger and discomfort in this case it just made the sex that much more satisfying.
Her ferocity did not diminish him, the only thing the cuts she caused served was to delay the inevitable and prolong the journey. With the spiking throbs of pain now shooting through him, his sexual energy peeked, a sensation that nearly trumped orgasm, and where one paw rested on her thigh and the other moved to her upper arm, claws descended deep into flesh. What had been pinpricks before were now full puncture wounds, the crimson liquid as entrancing as her eyes was drawn from her body to make small glittering pools on the fur of the pelts before melting into dark stains.
Then her teeth found him, alabaster fangs sinking into the muscle of his shoulder which cramped at the pressure. Helotes snarled anew; he knew what she was doing now. While Zana had cried out in ecstasy at his touch she had left him unscathed; the Triarii bitch was not as forgiving. She was marking him, in her own cruel way, to show the world that he had come to her and she had taken him, and it was something he would not soon forget. But Helotes would not let Halo off so easily, no, for as much as he knew she took pride in a visage unscathed, he would not let her forget him so easily either.
Massive jaws then clamped down upon the opposite shoulder now, and the Lykoi male did not hold back the power of pressure, and he soon tasted the hot, metallic flavor of his cousin’s blood on his tongue. It tasted glorious, spicy in comparison to the dull, disgusting taste of wolf’s blood, it was no wonder that sometimes coyotes would turn on their own. Helotes’ pupils were pinpricks, sweat building underneath his fur creating a sweet musk that quickly filled the room. He pulled away, thick strings of blood still tying his teeth to her dermis, and he looked upon her, her teeth and lips stained red with his own blood. It was too much.
The pleasure became unbearable, and Helotes’ finally could not retain the physical urges and his loins let loose the deluge of his seed into her unfortunately unaccepting womb. A deep and throaty half-howl came forth from him at the apex of his pleasure as it seemed all the heat was pouring from him into her. And then, the swelling, the knot of him growing to tie the two together in a physical prison that would last for some time even after the energy of the moment had faded. His breath sounded like the breathing of a dragon, as he looked down at his most perfect conquest; she was marred down, claw and teeth marks having ripping the usually untouched wrapping of her feminine form. He leaned down then to lap at the still dripping crimson at her shoulder; it was sweeter than any wine, and more intoxicating.
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At first, his rushed touch had left her mere pin points underneath her rich fur, without red flow powerful enough to stain her fur a richer hue. But oh, it changed, changed as she forced his skin to burst and release lovely currents of read stream down to stain the both of them. She couldn’t see the lovely lines she had painted on his back, though it didn’t take long for her paws to detect the undeniable slickness of his back, his thick fur no doubt soaked by the hot currents her claw had released through their wild journey. She revelled in its form, taste, and the rich, weighted fragrance of metal clouded her senses.
His responding snarl roared in deaf ears, throbbing along to race with her wicked pulse. Her chest heaved with the rush of sensations, of the building waves he forced through her. She burned beneath him, vocal chords slightly muted by the need for every thrust into her receptive form. No time had been wasted on foolish, overrated foreplay to guide them into irresistible play. She didn’t ache for the build-up as she ached for his erect masculinity. And whether he had understood her needs or given into his own was irrelevant, for the present and its existing, building currents of numb, carnal pleasures was all she could comprehend.
Only when his teeth sank into his flesh did the woman let out an involucre cry as her nerves equally screamed with the overload of pain. The unforgivable pressure from his strong jaws brought her world to a stand-still, urging on the unbearable pressure of long, sharp daggers digging, digging through skin and flesh and muscle. Her voice had emitted a cry of pain rather than purified pleasure, but her damaged mind screamed YES! Her eyes shut tight at the inferno bathing her shoulders and the claws she had buried into his skin managed only to cling against his moving form; desperate to hold on to something solid as her head span with the overdose of impressions. Blood ran thick from injuries from them both now, and the odour of blood seemed so tangible to her overactive senses that she felt as if she was about to choke on it.
Goaded on by the friction and feel of his thrusting member, muscles within her tensed and cramped, finally overcome by the building sensation that at last had been overcome as pain and pleasure came together, unstoppable and inescapable. Warmth and bliss washed through her and swallowed her in its white embrace while the flame still licked through her soaked consciousness. When scarlet eyes opened again, his jaws had released her shoulders, and her own blood soaked into the soft wolf fur underneath. Feeling the heat of Helotes’ seed spill within her soft walls, she was coherent enough to think it sad that it was too soon for life to quicken in her womb. The sensation kept her heart rate high, and a delighted hiss rode on top of her still shallow breaths as she felt him grow inside her.
Claws retracted from his wet flesh, and it wasn’t necessary for her to glance away from the male’s blood stained face to know that her hands too were coated with a slick, red shine. The taste of his was still vivid on her tongue, sharp teeth temporarily painted pink from her violent kiss. Although he had released her shoulder, a deep throb followed in his absence, forcing whipping, deep pain to pulse along with each beat of her leaping heart.How dared he! As he leaned down to let his raspy tongue leap across her bleeding shoulder, armed, clenched maw leaned against the length of his chin; almost affectionately. Although the possibility for continued retribution was there, she wasn’t senseless any longer.
The wild beast that had been released had burned out like a perished candle’s flame, and she’d rather bask in this ache. She hurt, but so did he. The pain was sharp and crippling, but so very sweet. Her hunger had been sated; the climax fading, though lingering like a tangible memory on top of sensitive skin. She was glad that he would be unable to escape for some time yet. She wrapped her remaining free leg around his thigh as well, keeping him there while her palm slipped around the small of his masculine back, though without the cruelty previously demonstrated. He had bled enough for her, and she had achieved the goals she had set out. Even if their bodies hadn’t weren’t joined by accompanying love, carnal satisfaction would still run though her, lazy and good at the feel. If it hadn’t been for her children, she’d almost have been tempted to ask him to stay.
The numbness that had so protected him from the true pain of the situation now began fading, and he began to hurt. Flesh had not torn asunder in such a way since his fight with the Salsolian bitch many moons ago. Funny that he would sustain such injuries from a lover’s embrace rather than an enemies. The blood seeped from him still, and his tongue moved from Halo’s shoulder to lick at the wounds she had given him, before return again to hers. Helotes slowly went to lie down beside her then, instead of remaining arched above her. He pulled her panting body to his, the knot now fully engorged with no hope of breaking free.
The heat between them lingered, though its source was beginning to fade. Helotes dragged his claws softly over her back, in raking patterns that did not even hint at being able to pierce skin. It was a nearly affectionate motion, and one that went in time to her breathing. He did not want to ruin what had just transpired between them with sickly romance, but he could not help but to caress his master turned lover. Already his mind moved to the future, and if such a rendezvous could occur again; Helotes would very much enjoy such a venture once more.
The ear that was not pressed against the damp furs moved slowly to listen for any sounds that would foretell of the return of the pups, he was sure that Halo would not want for her children to come in to see her in such a state, in the arms of a man that was not their father. But he heard nothing for now, save the usual sounds of the other inhabitants of the mansion moving about. The dark Lykoi male then went to rub the side of his muzzle against hers, one of his canines still protruding from blood stained lips to slide along her whiskers. He said nothing, but a soft purr of a growl came from his throat then, as he slid a hand from her back to her front, to reach down and softly stroke the enlarged mass of tissue between the softest of all fur between her legs. He did this to both please and hurt her, for he knew that after the height of ecstasy the sensitive flesh of her womanhood would be raw and any touch maddening.
Even though the most intense moment had faded, there were still bouts of ejaculatory muscles clenching as the two of them were tied in the mating knot. It was only after the entirety of the seed had been delivered that his glands finally began to diminish. Helotes let out a masculine sigh as he moved his hand away from her feminine parts and gently tugged himself out of her, but he remained lying beside her for a moment longer. A part of him, the part of him that still interwove sex and love, urged him to stay by her side, but he knew it could not be so. He may have claimed her body this night but he had not claimed her black heart. He chanced to look at her intensely then, saying nothing, not boasting of his prowess or complimenting her abilities. No, instead he waited for her to chase him away, as he was certain she would do.
