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ooc: Feb 14th. Later that night...

The hours wore on slowly form that afternoon and still the woman sat within the darkness, reclined against the inner wall of the den waiting for everything and nothing. Her mind was troubled by what had happened earlier that day, the hurt she felt brought on by her mate’s mistrust. Yes… she could still call him that. Anything other would have been a stain on their promise to each other, to love and care for each other regardless of the circumstances. She had held onto that promise regardless of the transitions she endured and yet, she could not in confidence say the same of him. And this bothered her greatly.

And though she was lost in the musing of her troubled mind, she did not readily seek to clear it. There was no cause for her to do so as of yet, or rather there was, but she sought not to accommodate him. She had made her intentions clear, spoken only truth to him. Did he not see that her love for him extended beyond their ranks? Never had she brought her position to light when it was only the two of them, and yet he would seek to bring it up now solely because he thought she was courting a male worth her wiles. It churned her stomach that he would assume something like that of her and brought about a pain so severe her busied fingers nearly snapped the worked craft between them.

Again, she had taken to busying her kinds to rid herself of these unpleasant thoughts. Again she played with her beads and feathers as well as intertwining finely cut scraps of hide into her designs. Nothing truly extraordinary was meant to manifest, but she was content to try and bide her time. She had the night to test herself and perhaps the morning if she worked on through the time. But surely there would be no need for that. Eventually her attention to the craft would be broken and she would be detoured to a restful sleeping lacking of the stress procured earlier that day. She would find herself asleep this night resting against the warm fur of her mate. Or at least, she hoped that would be how the night played out.


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Saluce had had time to decompress; it wasn’t that he was so mad at her that he couldn’t bear to be with her anymore, just that her actions caused an unsettling feeling to wash over him. Never before had he ever held back and not acted in a terrible fashion when presented with such a situation. The bird however had grown used to his presence, when he had tried again to set the bird free again it simply flew a few feet in the air and stayed near him. It allowed him time to do something productive to get his racing adrenaline under control. He hunted, finding a small fawn, the catch was rather easily, the bird overhead drew their attention even if she didn’t understand what she was doing as she kept a close watch on the male whom had saved her.


With a doe slung over one shoulder, Candria on the other and his feet carrying him to the valley. It shouldn’t have been this easy to befriend the bird but rather it was more of the bird decided to latch on to him, especially since food was dangling on his other shoulder. Several times he had to take a claw and push the young birds beak back across his face and back to the shoulder it should be perched atop.


The den was within sight before long, and he could smell X’y’s scent heavily in the area, he stood outside for a while, just sitting and breathing, and again moving that wandering little beak back to the shoulder it belonged on, before the bird decided to make a pitiful hunger cry and announced his presence to the person in the den. A long sigh and the fawn was taken off his shoulder and placed on the ground, he didn’t object when Candria hopped off, wings spreading outward to lesson her fall and started in on the carcass. There were other things he needed to address first than a hungry stomach.


“X’y are you in there?” he asked knowing he was dumb for even asking, he could here slight sounds that gave away someone was in the den. His form stood straighter as arms hung at his sides, blues looking down at the bird as it walked around the body eyes obviously bigger than it’s stomach and started pecking and pulling on the hind quarters.


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She was falling deeper into the night. The woman needn’t see the position of the moon beyond the den to know this but felt it within her core. The slow, rhythmic tick of time as it passed pulling her further from the prior day into the next to come. Try as she may to ignore it, she failed and still she denied its passage and tried to busy herself as she waited. But still it wore on and with each bead she fixed to another feather, her movements were becoming less fluid and more lethargic. She found herself missing the quick of the feather in the small opening of the bead, sticking the pads of her paws instead. And with each prick were grew more frustrated with the craft until a final slip ended her attempts and she dropped her craft beside her in a huff.

Her neck was bristled with irritation, no longer for the craft but for the circumstance itself. The quiet linear precedence told her that it would not belong before the dead of night settled, bringing an end to one day and the start of another. And yet she heard nothing to indicate she would be joined before the shift in days. Her adjusted gaze stared out into the darkness, focusing on a lone rock to force it to absorb her frustrations at the absence of her mate. Was this is decision then? To run off and leave her be? He would rather succumb to his own assumptions than trust what she told him? The thought of it turned her stomach. Her once idle claws curled into her palms, the pricks of the feather nothing in comparison to the drive of her sharpened claws into her calloused pads. They dug deep, skirting along the fine threshold of flesh that gave way to blood. They were near protrusion, she could tell by the pain, but they did not yet pierce and instead lingered, filtering her emotional pain into a physical one in the hopes she could be rid of it all together.

Why would he act like this? She had done nothing wrong…

A soft tone beyond the mouth of the den withdrew her claws from their sheaths and immediately the woman was on her knees, crawling toward its entrance. There was not anger, but relief on her face at recognition to the sought after voice. She did not mind that his question was redundant, she didn’t care at all that he hadn’t slipped into the den himself. But he was there and that’s what mattered. He was there.

Emerging, she spied immediately the carcass resting on the ground and the fledgling attempting to pick pieces of it apart to feed herself. She clicked her tongue once for the bird’s attention then swiftly gestured with the tip of a claw from the bird to herself, then extended an arm as a perch. Immediately the young vulture hobbled over and set herself upon the arm earning a gentle tap on its beak in reward as both female’s turned to look at the solitary male standing grey against the darkness. She could have corrected him then, told him that the bird in his care still needed to be hand fed at its young age, information that she had learned through trial and error, but that also did not matter when set against the current standing between herself and her mate. What mattered was them and nothing else. But while she had been the one to speak before, she felt she owed him the courtesy of letting his thoughts be heard. Her own were stepped out of anger and insult and she knew in her heart he hadn’t meant for it to sound that way. It was true, she had been in his position once and had acted far more poorly than him. The least she could do was remember that and not blame him. But rather than voice this, she was silent. Her gaze looked nowhere else but to him and she remained seated on the ground on folded knees. She lowered her arm which held the bird and let its small frame rest comfortably cradled against her chest. And upon her lips as always was a soft smile.



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Her shuffling form queued him in on her silently excitement that he had returned. The smile and bright eyes that greeted him helped to defuse his tense form. For the time being he simply watched her and her interaction with the owl she had gifted him. The little girl was such a small thing he doubted he’d be able to keep it. X’y however seemed to understand what he didn’t, the owl hadn’t been able to get at any of the tender meat and she had simply called it to her and it had followed. How could the big male stay angry at her when she looked as beautiful as she did just then. Her actions earlier in the day had almost driven a nail in him, he had felt the anger swelling within him and the option to just leave had been clearly considered. But he had remembered his promise to her after all, and he couldn’t have rationally left her.


She didn’t speak just looked at him, and his blues met her gold shimmering eyes, and the change seemed to happen before he was even aware of it. His form came to hers, each step seemingly taking a lifetime before he hunched over and down onto all fours. Saluce’s form rippled and changed as he continued his walk to her, going from awkward to natural as his body made its final changes. There were no words he could say now to express how sorry he was or how much he loved her. It happened quickly as the last few feet where crossed and his nose reached forward and his tongue slipped outward showering her with kisses. His tail started to wag and he whimpered his apology to her. The behemoth continued his affections, pawing at her chest and yipping happily, tongue still showering her.


His affections stopped slowly as he pulled back slightly to touch his nose to hers, his form moved forward running his cheek against hers and then nuzzling into her neck and nipping it playfully. To realize ones love for someone was stronger than his own pride and stubbornness to change was a momentous occasion and no words could express that, only his loving affections.


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The tiny thing couldn’t have been more oblivious to the ways of wolves nor the complicated implications of their relationships. She did however understand when she was near close to being crushed. She watched as the large male approached her haven and hurriedly wiggled herself free of the female wolf’s hold on her. Her small wings beat the air rapidly to get her at ascend to the branches overlooking the den and keep out of the larger creature’s way. Thankfully, the fledge was not alone in her escape and settled beside the larger speckled owl on a branch and simply kept out of the way and watched.

The anticipations X’yrin had had for seeing her mate again were lost to her when he drew nearer. She felt the fine hairs along the nape of her neck bristle with his increasing steps whilst her eyes followed his descent to all fours. Awkwardly formed, but humbling; the image made her smile at this and she felt her heart quicken when each breath she inhaled was that of his scent unmarred by malice and lavished in love. Her lush tail unfurled from beneath her and swayed happily as she welcomingly received his affections. His body came to better accommodate his present form giving her a comfortable means to embrace him as he drenched her face with his endearments, softly uttering his apology for her ears alone to receive. She couldn’t have been upset with him, she wanted him to know this. While she had acted rashly as she had done the time before, she knew it was never his intention to anger her, but express his fears in a way that kept him from being hurt.

By now she knew him intimately, the soft center that was his core encased in this formidable physique that the weak tended to fear. They would not see what she did, the soft and loving nature he shared only with her as well as the fragile spirit that dwelled within. He was strong and able, bearing his hardened garb to the world, but beneath it, he was as he was now; a caring soul vulnerable to grief and fears same as she. And she let him know that she accepted this, she accepted his fear of losing her, his want for her, and his love for her all in a seamless ballad or nurturing tones to fill his ears.

She fell back to her rear when his nose touched her own and she smiled as his muzzle fell into her neck. Her encircled arms fell away from him for just a moment as the muscle and bone beneath her radiant pelt began to contort to a more favorable dress. In the midst of his affections, she pushed up by her haunches, purposefully nudging back her mate from her face so she could better stand and stretch out the kinks of this larger quadruped before returning to lay in the snow. Effortlessly she rolled to her side with a forelimb extended the paw the air between them. A beckon of sorts, coupled with a needful whine for the loving caress she was but for a few moments void of.




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He whined happily as his tail thumped the snow behind him fanning up a cloud as she responded to his affections. The great behemoth watched with mesmerized eyes as his mate took on a more appealing form to him. While the luxuries of her two legged form where indeed things he loved, form her long shapely legs, to her well-formed rear end, to her slim waist and bountiful breasts, she was a woman who any would die for. But his blues inspected the beautiful she wolf, taking a more natural form and finding the beauty there as well, those long legs becoming powerful hindquarters, but never losing the elegance of the fine lady she was. Her chest rounded as her arms shortened and popped into their proper places, the sum of all her parts added up into a beautiful visage of power and elegance that left him breathless as always.


Her paw beckoned him as eyes looked along her belly seeing the rows of hidden teats, and a devilish little grin moved across his lips as he surged forward using his weight to settle upon her. His lips moved into the fur of her belly and gentle playful nips where brought to bear along those slightly hidden nubs, his logic hopefully correct in this endeavor. If those zones where fun to play and caress while she took a two legged form he hoped they would still elicit the same reactions it always seemed to do when a more able formed hand would roam around those sensitive regions. That tongue lavished her underside, his dexterous paws running his claws along her shoulders, as tail continued to wag in a truly ferocious pace.


But he did end up stopping to squirm his head to hers, tongue gracing her lips once again, whining happily and even letting out a very rare bark like vocalization. Blues started at her and before nuzzling her head again, growing into her ear his love for her. Saluce was going no were, she was stuck with him.



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Going against what she had initially intended, her mate came bounding over before she had a chance to protest. Instinctively she curled her front forward as she prepared to rise but was physically thwarted as his weight heavy came down across her middle. She yelped in surprise but knew it was pointless to try and scramble away. More harm than good would come from it, and she would have just been denying herself his tender touch.

And his touch had evolved from its innocent laps across her face to tantalizing strokes of his tongue along her belly. Her tail struck the ground soundly, channeling the roused euphoria into physical means. Oh he was being unfair in teasing her like this, stuck beneath his hulking form with only her tail and front free to move. It was difficult to convey her distress when she felt this torture was sweet to endure. Her soft whines of protest were overcome by bouts of vocalized pleasure and even as she tried to growl the affect was the time. She about whined with relief when he ceased ministrations and moved just enough for their muzzles to meet. Golden lids began to close as she was soothed by his loving growl, and in the warmth of their den she would have fallen asleep then and there and been fine with him on top of her. But as the snow reminded them as well as the chill of the evening air, they were very much in the open.

Yet with the obvious set aside to the recesses of her mind for now, she leaned into his affections, lightly butting the top of her head against his in both play and in an effort to coax him from free her form captivity. There was only so much lying down she was willing to endure before the cold under her pelt began to seep into her side. Underneath him, she turned as best as she could would injuring herself and draped a heavy paw across his head, provoking a move out of him before he forced her deeper into the snow.



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Saluce loved to hear when his affections brought the desired effects in her voice, even when she attempted to protest and yet her protests turned into soft desirable notes that brought a bigger grin across his face. One of these days she would grow wise to his gentle touches and be able to elicited the same from him but for now he was more than happy to tenderly give her loving nips, licks and caresses. Saluce didn’t want any words between them now, his connection to her was much deeper than any word could explain. He recognized that, and had accepted it, letting his instincts and a more primal side flourish out and show his love and adoration for her.


Saluce seemed to get her attempts to get him to move as his body moved a bit off of her. As always his eyes walked along the entire length of her body, savoring in the visual treats it held to his eyes. A low whine escaped his lips wanting to savor her scent, her soft fur and to hear those soft mews from her lips once again. The behemoths tail continued to wag unable to bear the wait any longer as he surged forward as she stood, his lips gracing the side of her face, and his shoulder bumping against hers. His attentions where if unknown to him where a way of trying to apologize for his poor behavior, and to reassert his love for her so it left no doubt in her mind whom he wanted. He was a flawed man, and a complicated one, outwardly he projected a pillar of strength and calm demeanor but beneath it he was still just an insecure boy, hoping someday that his father would come home. The boy desperately clung to her, more so than he knew, never wanting to have to sit up every night hoping she would return to him.


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Freedom was such a beautiful thing when it meant the release from a weight greater than her own. The instant she felt her beloved shift his weight and free her, the she-wolf gathered her legs under her and stood, hastily shaking the clinging snow from her side before she was under siege again by the adorations of a loving male. She was blessed with but a single breath of the winter air before it was stolen by a near inaudible whine when his muzzle sought her cheek and she was again enveloped by his love.

She hummed her happiness in gentle growls to tickle his ears while slipping her crown beneath his jaw then into his neck in a forceful nuzzle. All the fond energies she wished to expel on him came by less than subtle means. While his touch was soft and careful, hers was more abrasive and purposeful, asserting her want with every nudge of her head and lap to his chin. It could have been said that she was bullying him even though her tail waved excitedly at this loving play. But while she took some satisfaction out of it, she inevitably calmed and retreated to a more docile disposition. Lacking the assertion of her prior touch, the she-wolf prowled around the entirely of her mate, keeping her shoulder close along his length as she marked him within an enclosure made of her scent.

Her stride was purposefully measured ensuring the entirely of her autumn pelt and the muscle beneath were seen by her mate’s ever watchful eyes. Again, she circled his impressive physique taking care to grace the length of each thigh with the tip of her muzzle and a meaningful lick to his neck when in reach. Her tail came alive behind her, acting as the silent beckon her voice needn’t be used for to lure the male towards the warmth of the forgotten den and whatever else she had in store. She slipped inside their abode with controlled anticipation. Even without a glimmer of light she could see within its dark, warm interior and ushered her strung about crafts and materials from their bedding. As if she were none the wiser, she waltzed over to their bedding of furs and laid down on her side as if the rest. But her mind was far from entertaining sleep, and the energy she built would not allow it.



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Why they seemed to do this to each other he had no idea, a heated argument and then reaffirming their love for each other afterwards. Only X’y could get him so riled up and damning his existence and then finding himself the luckiest man on earth within the space of a day. Her forceful affections that gave him more of an idea of what she was wanting. He didn’t mind when her more assertive nature came out, it reminded him of why he had fell in love with her. So far she had always kept it hidden and tucked away, always just out of reach but he knew it laid there dormant just waiting for her to tap into it.


Her circles around him, and her fanning tail all evoked a response out of him, her scent clinging to his nose. His jaws hung open as he started panting, letting his tongue roll out as his hackles rose in a show of power. Saluce returned her nips whenever she circled close enough, taking liberties with her he wouldn’t with any other woman. One such nip snaked its way to the base of her tail before she seemed to retreat with that sly smile across her face before entering the den.


Saluce let her go, as his blues looked around him and then upwards at their two observers, suddenly aware that the gaze of her owl was centered squarely on him. He cocked his head to the side as if to say *what* before flashing his teeth at the owl, sending the message quite clearly. The male trotted right in side, tail held high as his eyes sought her form once more. Finding her laying like she was he almost scoffed, as he came to her, nose wandering over her form before settling near her tail. Again that useful appendage let lose, no… no sleeping right now, not after her sexy little show she had put on for him. His tongue let loose along the underside of her tail and along those soft lips hiding beneath, his tail wagging as another growing part of him started to slide its way out of its sheath.



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Patiently, she lied in wait on top of her furs with head lolled within their warmth and tail fanning the air at leisure. With how serene she looked, how carefully laid she appeared, one would have thought she had every intention of slipping off to sleep and call her prior actions no more than a tease to frustrate her mate. However, she wasn’t so cruel as that. In fact, she believed herself to be very generous when it came to pleasing him. And truth be told, despite the excitement that amounted from the sheer thrill of conquest, having scraped, groveled and pleaded to be had, she found it more humbling… and kinder to both their natures to offer herself without the pretense of defiance. Not as a reward, but as a show of her love and complete trust.

Both head and ears raised to the sound of his approach as she greeted him with a low whine and welcoming sweep of her tail. But she could tell by his enthusiasm, the time it took him to cross the room to be at her side, she had no reason to call for his attention. He was fine to give it to her without provocation. She kept her tail still as best as she was able and let it curl from its base to rear over her back in invitation so what he wanted… what she wanted. But even amidst those more obvious desires there were some she wished to fulfill before that end. Every intention was meant to be given to satisfy him, but much more than that. She sought to appease a part of herself as well; the part that alluded to the physical manifestation of her want by more subtle means.

Her pull away lacked the earnest of an escape and was more a temporary reprieve from the elicited lust as she pushed herself up by her forelegs then followed swiftly around to face him. Her tail was kept high and curled making it known she had no intention to end their night with nothing from this pleasant build of tension, but still her mind was set to the beforehand, before reaching their inevitable conclusion. She dipped her muzzle beneath his chin and guided his strong visage upward to expose his neck. She placed a comforting kiss to the exposed fur and flesh in the hopes he would not see this and a play of her dominate nature and would trust her actions and they proceeded. Her large form slipped to his front, brushing a shoulder against his broad chest before she seated herself between his legs and continued to let her tongue caress the contours of his neck. Each lick was slow and careful, feeling the fur as it was smoothed by her tongue and drenched with her possessive scent claiming him with every kiss as her own. And from his neck, she tipped her muzzle upwards to his chin and lavished his lips with the same careful adorations and followed along his jaw to his cheek…





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Saluce watched as she moved, almost a little bit disappointed but her tail still stayed off to the side, leaving the invitation still there. His blues gazed at her and wondered idly of her intentions, his libido was already fueled and ready to go but what she did seemed almost alien to him. Her careful attentions and sensual brushing of her form against his brought a soft whine from his lips. Saluce let his head cock a bit to the side as she took her seat, in front of and under him. His eyes closed the moment her tongue started its slow work along his neck and jawline, finding her attentions absolutely wonderful. A soft growl reverberated along his neck and out his muzzle, again enjoying her careful ministrations.


Blues opened slightly, as his form started to sit, his groin stood at its full attention but his intentions for now where of exploring this change of pace. They had made love countless times in a blaze of glory, and heated passion but never had they really slowed themselves down to really enjoy their time together. He found her golden eyes and locked onto them, his own breathing starting to slow, when his own tongue started to returned her tender touches. Each stroke of the fur on her cheek was done so with a purpose, each lick bringing with it tuffs of her fur before letting it return to its normal patterns. He growled softly, letting the bass in his voice sing against her form as his licks of affection slowly started to trail along her cheek and to her neck, leaving the top of his head exposed to her, along with his ears. Saluce nuzzled an ear into her maw as if to direct her attentions, as he himself nipped and licked the fur and flesh along her neck, delicate nips and forceful ones mixed in all representing his love and his fiery attracting toward her.


Saluce’s tail started to wag, but it was more subdued this time, sweeping across their bed of furs as the enjoyed bathing himself in her scent and returning the gesture with his own.



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When gold met the radiant hues of blue, she could see the spark of interest within them, the enjoyment he voiced through his soft tones given a new kind of life that set her tail swaying with increased elation. And she was more than willing to share this experience. As his tongue slipped along her muzzle, she paused for a moment to experience the like sensations for herself.

Along her cheek and down the length of her neck, his rhythmic caress flowed along the contour with purpose and vigor. Each stroke of his tongue rolled a wave of pleasure down her spine, lifting her hackles to fine excited points as her maw parted delicately with a pleasant whine. Why they hadn’t done this before, she did not know, and in fact wanted to think of nothing but these moment and delve into its sensations. Her eyes had slid closed in enjoyment but were made to open again too soon when an invasive ear was pressed against her muzzle. Even in the midst of a tender moment, he found a way to get across his wants which she would have no other way.

She gladly took the ear under her delicate tongue, stroking its interior gently then following its rim to its base. She growled playfully back at him with each nip to her throat, doing her best not to become distracted with the possibility of another aspect to further their interesting night. But he was certainly making it difficult, and try as she may, it was futile for her to contest it for much longer. She let her lips caress his crown then dip down to brush between his eyes before she paused completely, craning her neck and head away to garner his attention. What portion of her fur she managed to keep melded with his remained mingled together as she turned against him. No longer her front as braced against his, but her back instead. The single braid that made her mane decorated in a variety of feathers woven in, had slipped around to her shoulder, leaving the faint auburn ridge along her back exposed. She glanced over her shoulder expectantly, playing at his game to get her intentions across.


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If he ever voiced his pleasure to having his ears caressed that way he would have known how wild he seemed to get when her attentions brought a needful growl from his throat. His attentions to her neck stopped for a fleeting moment as his body visibly shook, back feet pushed upward as his back arched against the licks she offered up to that sensitive region. Blues closed and reopened when he continued his attentions to his loving so to be wife. With his ears receiving attention he could just feel the energy coursing through him before her gracious lips left him.


Her moving body seemed to unseat his perfect little moment, blues peeking with interest at what she was doing. Piercing eyes watched meeting her gaze and then looking along her sleek back and smiling. Saluce leaned forward, making sure to rub his chest all along her backside, lips sliding downward and rubbing his nose along that spot of bronze. His teeth slipped open letting his fangs slip through her very dense coat to tease the flesh beneath. He growled letting the octave rumble against the flesh beneath before exhaling a long stream of hot hair from his chest.


A playful paw rose up and used what dexterous ability they still carried to knead into the flesh on her shoulder. He growled once more as his nose slowly made its way up that bronze spot and to the back of her neck. Teeth nipping and kneading her gorgeous form, his possessive paw still played across her shoulder as his form continued its slow slide along her form. There was no sweet penetration, or connection but it didn’t matter, the simple matter of touch, so complete was his physical connection with her that it didn’t matter. Saluce finally whined into an ear before giving it a soft lick as if asking if she enjoyed that.


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Just as he went wild over having his ears caressed, this female also had a particular spot that drove her mind toward near impossible reaches of pleasure. And though the obvious meld of flesh, the savage penetration of their frenzied forms was euphoric in its own right, the feeling the fangs against her back was a whole different sensation all together.

Beneath the thick winter coat were a multiple of scrapes and scars endured through seasons of training from a young age. And though they could not be seen, they could certainly be felt. Their healing left the nerves sensitive to touch and even the most minute caress lit a fire in her core that consumed her deliciously from the inside out. The nerves were screaming in pleasure as his careful fangs nipped through the fur to flesh. She dared not moved from it but arched back toward his touch instead, silently begging for more whilst her claws sank into the hides that made their bedding.

And better still was the whole of his body melding into hers, a coupling of golden hues and grey in seamless perfection embroidered with the subtle hints of wild strands of autumn and onyx mane. As he pressed deeper into her, her skilled paw kneading down into the delicate flesh beneath the pleasantly dazed female slowly slid forward aided by the smooth directions of the pelts beneath them until she came to rest on her belly. Her tail continued to sway contently, her back still tingled from the touch of his teeth. Her mind was in a whole different plane than where it had ever been and she was enjoying every moment of it. And she sang of her enjoyment from her descent down into their bedding to where she lay in a long moan of pleasure.


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Every little physical reaction she showed he filed away as something to later exploit. It was exciting to find something new about his dearly loved lady, and the way she reacted to his touch he really wanted to bring that pleasure to her again. Her body seemed to melt into the furs below her, his body still hovering over hers but he didn’t sit down on her, his maw started to trickle its attentions back on her back, making sure to let his hot breathe seep into her fur and travel along her skin. Oh how he loved this, a deep intake of her scent and then a slow release of his lungs.


His form visibly retreated backwards until his forepaws came to rest along her back legs. A low growl left his throat as he bit into her flesh, the bite gentle enough to only slightly break the skin. His tongue rolled out to lick the area to smooth over his eagerness before he lowered his hind quarters down and positioned himself for the final leg in their soft and tender love making session.


All throughout the urge had been building but with how slowly things had gone the rapid fire sparks of lust had dulled to a long aching urge that he wanted to take advantage of for as long as possible. Each little swipe of her tail thumped against that expectant appendage and it sent shudders through his body as he inched his way closer. Saluce nipped along her flesh rising back up her back and to her shoulder blades as his body slowly uncoiled and gained a better position, his chest was slowly lowering as he lowered into a crouched position, resting gently a top of her. His idea was simple, no hands afford him the ability to caress her back while he reclaimed her treasures, but full body contact as much as possible as his hind legs squatted. The position was hard, keeping his upper body slightly held up while having to lower his hind quarters all the way to the floor but to get the angle right it had to be done. His chin rubbed against her shoulder blades, as his hips swayed forward, his back arching into a reverse arch and he pushed forward running his chest along her back and pushing his unsheathed member into those welcoming folds of flesh that seemed to accommodate his girth as if expecting nothing less from him.


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They were no strangers to the build of desire yet their will was not tested; how long could they withhold from the burning desire to escalate their bond to familiar heights? Her senses were well attuned to his own responding pleasantly of its own volition to the familiar handling of her heated form. His paws sought her legs and she immediately made to rear them up receptively but was kept down by the gradual shift of his weight along her back. Not smothering, but furthering their physical bond as gold and grey melded once more into a single hue.

Her voice rang softly in question first nearly overtaken by the delicious roll of excited nerves along her back. Didn’t he want this too? She had done what she could to lead them toward this not relieve their tension and reaffirm the connection they shared, their bond forged from their emotional and physical love. Foolishly she had made herself believe that his mood to claim her was thwarted by their change in rhythm, that he was content to explore the unmarked terrain of her back than retrace his path within familiar caverns. How wrong she was to think like that, even for a moment.

Such doubts were dispelled before they could have fully been thought through. Hardened flesh aligned with her moistened canal re-met is long ignored yet welcoming keep. Her claws slipped deeper into their bedding with a audible cry of respite on her lips. Their sharpened ends sought for the stability of their natural earth to brace against for her subtle shift in weight. Through their bonded fur and flesh she could feel the muscles of his legs ripple with strain and guided her own rear limbs to push against the ground to relieve some of that pressure. With her body enveloped by his, his extra weight however gently applied still hindering her movements, she could only assist so much before the strain would take her as well. Their position gave no promises of longevity or haste, but a careful, gradual course that left neither apart, were and irrefutably warm in this strange but welcomed embrace. And she was fine with that and sang softly for his ears to know this.


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Often times it was an overlooked part of their nature when it came to more pleasurable acts. The abilities and the luxuries afforded to them in optime often made it the preferred choice for such things. Saluce couldn’t lie about this, if he normally had his choice as to what he would like to do, it would usually be upon two legs. The act itself could be argued to be more pleasurable in that form as well than the basic quadruped stance that he found himself in. Their current act brought forth a light bulb in his mind as to the future of their engagements. One he found his current mind relishing in the idea, finding this to be preferable than the quick one and done that usually peaked quickly and faded just as fast. His whole body seemed to shudder with the way he positioned himself, making it difficult to give in to the temptation of seeking immediate release from the torture of the buildup.


A low growl left his lips in answer to her soft voice lifting to his ears. He often found her beautiful voice to be as much of an inspiration during this than the soft warm, wonderful feelings of her moist welcoming lips. Each caress that entered his ears brought a fire of lust and love all at the same time, like a drug seeking to hear more of her enjoyment sang clearly to his ears. His forepaws strained but the pleasure seemed to dull the aches, his whole form moved which else pulse, running his chest along her back while that well equipped organ caressed her inner recesses. The scents of their mingled joined form slowly drifted their way to his nose, adding fuel to the burning fire that slowly almost achingly began to grow, each slow and purposeful movement helping to elevate and also stifle the ecstasy.


A high pitched sound left his lips, his voice starting to sing along with hers, in a tone he had never used before, the sound of his voice mingling with hers. Each break would bring a swift lick to her neck and nuzzle before he’d move forward and his affections would be broken with muzzle tipping upward exclaiming his joy.


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Their time spent together was not in earnest but in a thorough effort of exploration of both the body and the senses. To delve deeper beyond the immediate surface to satisfy every muscle, every nerve with a unique, delectable touch that their prior ministrations paled in comparison to. Before they had been too hasty to enjoy their moment and truly savor the touch of flesh. And neither complained, for what reason did they have to do so. It was a part of who they were, to recount the deeply embedded savagery warranted no shame or guilt from either of them. But it was both blessing and curse, so driven with desire to sate their lust that their imagination was forfeit for the convenience of what their instincts knew to follow. It was a shame… but at the same time a fortune. Had they taken the time before to explore, to try something other than what was known and repeated, this moment would have held considerably less significance than it fostered now. And the woman lying beneath her mate would not have felt as overwhelmed by pleasure as she was now.

Their measured pace succeed to ensnare her senses completely with touch and sound of her beloved beau fueling the fire of her yearning to reach the glorious height of passion and linger there with her mate beside her. And she pleaded, her soft voice resting at a comfortable octave as she bequeathed his ears with a song of her longing, then let it drift away. Beneath his enveloping muscle and fur, she raised her hind to what their arrangement would allow and let her tail skirt along the coverings of their bed; still reared out of their way yet remained ever so lively, curling and flexing in bliss as the tremors of his forward thrusts rolled pleasantly along her spine.


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Her subtle whimpers and urgings tickled his ears, to a point of it was almost unbearable to listen to her cries for release. But he didn’t waver even as he felt the beginnings of his swelling knot, it ached and begged for a faster rhythm and position that would afford a more deeper connection with his mate. Her arched rear end felt unfamiliar under him as her rising body under him moved his forelimbs further back. The grey male didn’t notice anything different, just that his ability to further provide a better angle was getting better with each slow aching moment.


Without knowing it they were changing, his blues flashed open to see her main spilled out before him as her paws grasped the furs under her like hands. Stuck somewhere between forms or rather he thought so since the transformation seemed to come in waves, connected to their pleasures and each slow pull and push that his body gave her. Each soft cry in song brought his head arching up higher, his forelimbs had slid back to settle around each of her lovely thighs, his paw like hands grasping her and using the newly found leverage to his advantage.


Long legs slowly started to develop even as he held her as she was, but he couldn’t shift his position now to his knees as his weight baring paws slowly extended outwards. His arms continued to hold her, hooking underneath her abs, pulling her upwards as his form coped with its new found form. The transformation had taken almost ten minutes, savoring each delectable second, and each tantalizing thrust and extraction providing a long and prolonged height of ecstasy. He still sung for her even if they had transformed from their more earthly forms, still feeling no need to voice his love for her in words.


With her before him bent over as she was and supported by his strong arms, he continued as if nothing had happened. Now thought his pace quickened slightly and his penetration deepened given her now much more advantageous position. But it wasn’t what he wanted, it reminded him of their playful but quick expressions of love and this time he really wanted to take advantage of her passive role tonight. Those arms pulled her up into a standing position, his member slipping out for only a moment as he caressed and spun her around to face him, his body moved forward and pushed her closer and closer against their den wall. His nose dipped downward and his tongue rolled forward to slowly kiss her lips, arms quickly found their way around her waist as that appendage which had so recently been enveloped by her warm, moist folds sought it’s resting place once again.


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