M-Broken hearts and drunken minds

Hotaru · 03-14-2012, 03:53 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Hotaru is in optime with Fawkes on her shoulder.

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Light, the very word made her sick. Hotaru had given her heart to the male and not only did he cheat on her, but he had the gall to vanish from her life. The grey wolf had tried to ignore her fury, but it simply continued to build and build. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, she had to go see him and give him a piece of her mind. She wanted to show Light that no one should underestimate a blind wolf, especially not her.

With her walking stick in hand and Fawkes on her shoulder Hotaru set out for AniWaya. Getting to the pack lands proved to be a difficult task. Hotaru had only traveled close to the pack boarders once and it was during a hunt. She didn't know the land and even with Fawkes scouting ahead, finding the pack lands wasn't easy. Unlike the time at the festival Fawkes could not recognize pack boarders and had really no way to recognize where AniWaya started. If it weren't for her conversations with Light, Hotaru might not have have found the pack lands at all. Finally, after nearly a whole day of travel, the grey wolf reached the boarders of Aniwaya.

In the time that it took for the blind wolf to travel between packs she had lost her earlier conviction. Suddenly, Hotaru was afraid. She was afraid that Light didn't love her anymore, or worse, that he despised her. She was blind, and at times incredibly helpless. She wasn't pretty and only gave her coat enough attention to keep it clean and her hair short. Hotaru had a horrible temper and would make a terrible mother. No wonder Light had left her. No wonder he had turned to other's for love and affection. Hotaru wasn't worthy of anything like love.

In the end, she decided to call out to him. It took every ounce of bravery and courage she possessed, but Hotaru raised her multi-colored maw and called out to him. When her song was finished she stepped back to give herself several feet of space between the AniWaya boarders and herself. She hoped that her voice would reach Light and that he would come. If not, then Hotaru didn't know what she would do.

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Frodo Silvertongue · 03-17-2012, 06:57 PM

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omg. I don't blame you if you can't take this seriously. I'm having too much fun with a drunken Frodo~ word count; 654

He’d found the bottles in Halifax.

Upon visiting his friend Naniko, he’d made sure to bring back lots of little trinkets from the town. To make his name of more value, at least. But Frodo wasn’t really sure what value was. He was a simple man of simple beliefs, and so he’d just shoved anything that had looked pretty or useful into his saddle bags before going back to AniWaya. And, among the things he’d brought with him, several included alcohol.

Frodo, being a gypsy most of his life, brought up on the rural sides of things, had no idea what alcohol was. At least, he’d heard about it, but had never seen it or tried it for himself. So, he really didn’t know what he was in for as he walked out of his hut one morning, brandishing two bottles of hardcore drink. Each bottle swung in each paw. Frodo didn’t really know what he was going to do with the bottles; drink them he supposed, or at least try to drink them. He felt rather important as he strode around the pack with the drink in hand, humming a little tune to himself.

And then he heard Light’s name being called from across the border. Frodo shrugged, tilting his nose up to the sky to catch the scent of whoever was calling. He buttoned up the long shirt that fell loosely on his body, tucked his necklace under his neckerchief, and marched straight over. After all, he could always tell the waiting canine that he hadn’t seen Light around for some time.

The black, golden, and auburn man marched over with a whistle to proclaim his entrance. He could see by this time it was a female, wolf, that was waiting. A love interest of Light, perhaps? This made Frodo just a little bit jealous. Everyone had partners these days. Gday. he called cheerfully, skipping over with a wag of his curly tail. He stood in front of her, noting she was slightly taller but perhaps more delicate that himself. Without a moments thought, he held up the bottles. Light aint been here God knows how long, my cricket. But if yer thirsty, yer welcome to stay for a while. he tossed her a bottle half-heartedly. If she was blind; which Frodo didn’t know at this time; she probably would be able to tell it was coming her way anyway, seeing as a wolf didn’t always rely on it’s eyesight.

Frodo looked down at his remaining bottle and found himself wondering what it was. Either way, he snapped open the top, listened to a satisfying pop, and raised it. I actually have no flamin’ idea what the ‘ell this is. he noted in his wild accent, before taking a big swig out of it. His intense green eyes grew large and wide then, and watery. He managed to swallow the stuff but immodestly recoiled. Urgggh! he exclaimed. What on earth is this blubberin’ socks bagger? he glared down at the bottle and felt fire burning down his throat. Got the wheedle down me chocker, that bloody did! he’d picked up the slight swearing from his recent travels. He wasn’t one normally to add too naughty words to the end of things, but it seemed the drink was already working his way into his system.

Despite the drink tasting like the time Frodo had once fallen head first into one of his horse’s manures, he decided, for some odd reason, to be brave and take another swig. He found his head bubbling and his eyes widened with the impact. Aye. he commented. This devil snatcher ent so bad, really. he pointed at the woman, not realising he was basically talking to himself by now. And acting rather strange. You’re pretty… he slurred, smiling like a child.

Hotaru · 03-18-2012, 03:33 PM

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Time seemed to tick by slowly as each second stretched out for what felt like an eternity. As each minute passed and no answered arrived, Hotaru's mood grew sour and nervous. Where was Light, why hadn't he answered her call? Hotaru began to fidget, her claw traced circles around the handle of her staff. Ever few seconds the blind wolf would raise her muzzle to the sky to see if she could pick up the hunter's scent. Eventually, the sound of approaching footsteps caught Hotaru's attention. She didn't smell Light, but that didn't stop the girl from getting her hopes up. Her grey tail began to wag in excitement, only to droop when a stranger answered her call.

The whistling male who approached her was not Light, and she really wanted to yell at him in her frustration. The news that the light-footed male brought with him only added to her frustration and the corners of her mouth turned down. Fawkes gave a warning cry as the suggestion for a drink was given, which was very quickly followed by a slosh. Startled, the she-wolf dropped her walking staff and leaned forward a little. Hotaru blindly reached out as the weight of a bottle fell into her hands. She fumbled with the bottle for a few moments and tried her best not to drop it. By some miracle, the grey wolf was able to keep hold of the bottle. Although Fawkes had unfortunately been jostled to the point that he sought refuge in the trees nearby. He cried out in low speech to the strange male and his words were less than friendly.

The stranger's confusion on the drink he had just tossed her made Hotaru nervous all over again. Who was he, and why was he chucking an unknown drink at her? She worked the top off and it too gave out a pop. After Hotaru gave the neck a quick whiff she instantly recoiled. It was alcohol, very strong alcohol. The intensity of the smell made her hold the bottle out at arms length while she wiggled her nose and willed it to work again. Before her injury, Hotaru had loved to drink and would often taste fine wines. After her injury, she found any alcoholic drinks repulsive and would stay far away from the liquor or anyone who drank the vile substance.

For a few moments, it seemed as if the strange canine before her shared her sentiment. However, after another slosh it was clear he would continue drinking until he was completely drunk. After a moment, she brought the vile liquid and sucked down as much as she could as fast as she could. The fiery drink burned her throat and made her start to cough. Once her coughing fits ended, she gulped down another portion of the bottle. It didn't take much for the intoxication to set in and soon her worries began to drift away.

A smile spread across the grey wolf's jaw at the compliment. She was pretty, wasn't she? In fact, she was downright gorgeous. Light would be sorry he ever got her mad. Better yet, Hotaru would make him sorry that he had even met her. Again, she took another drink and slowly stepped forward. Her tail swished to the side and her smile grew to enchanting levels. "Why thank you. And, who might you be kind sir?"

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Frodo Silvertongue · 03-18-2012, 06:49 PM

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Haha Big Grin word count; 552

He watched the way she looked down at the drink as if it was poison. Maybe she knew what it was? While he himself knew nothing about Alcohol. Anxiously he watched as she stared at the bottle with distaste, and he had himself wondering if he’d made the right choice drinking it without finding out what it was first. Maybe it was the lack of sleep he’d had recently, the jumbled thoughts he’d had running through his mind. With a jolt, he realised he and the woman had company. He watched Fawkes screech at him before fleeing to some trees. Frodo shook his head, chuckling softly, shrugging his narrow shoulders half-heartedly. He was familiar with low speech, having a large display of pets, and realised that Fawkes was far from comfortable with his presence. Hey! he said, pointing at the bird. Aint very nice, now, tulip. the drink had not only lowered his manners, it had also lowered his intelligence. Frodo flashed a grin and then turned back to Hotaru. He now had a short attention span, too.

Despite Frodo realising just how disappointed the woman was to see he wasn’t Light, nor knew where he was, he was still eager to please her. Usually in this circumstance he’d be telling jokes and making friends with her, but for some reason, he wanted to flatter her. Mr Silvertongue gazed down at her cupped hands until they stopped looking so nervous, and managed to lift to her mouth. Good, she was drinking the strange stuff too. Or not so good. He couldn’t quite make his mind up yet. About anything, really. He really was feeling strange.

No problem, girly. he grinned. Oh, er, I’m Frodo. And you, are? he added quickly, giving her a slight nod. You know, if a wolf attacks his sheep, the shepherd will attack the wolf. he said suddenly, a comment coming out of nowhere. Where had that come from? He shrugged once more, shaking off the feeling of weirdness in the pit of his stomach. And he locked green eyes on Hotaru. Yes, she was very pretty. She swished her tail and smiled at him like nobody usually did. It must have been the alcohol rubbing off on her, too. And after the first repulsive gulp Frodo had found he actually quite liked the stuff. In fact, at that moment, he took another swig.

Once it had settled down his throat, he stepped a tad closer to the woman. The two year old smelt of the drink, but his usual scent was there too. His odour was strongly of the wild. Freshly cut grass, game, horses, the oil he used to polish his weapons. Why were yer lookin’ for Light, anyways? he asked all too innocently. You two…together…? he wondered, pursing his muzzle and flattening his ears back. He cast his eyes downwards, lashes cascading down his dark face, concealed partly by his plaited mane. Gah. I want… he mumbled, lifting a paw and placing it tenderly on her arm. I want. he repeated, struggling to finish off the sentence. He looked up into her eyes then. His own eyes were slightly unfocused, blanker than their usual intenseness. But it was clear, under the influence of alcohol, what he wanted.

Hotaru · 03-18-2012, 08:17 PM

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Thanks for the scent description

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When the multi-colored wolf responded to Fawkes's insults the bird couldn't help but feel taken aback. Not many knew avian low speech and he could often get away with his insulting language. Hotaru didn't really berate him for his language, although if it got patriarchally obscene she would talk to him when they were alone. But the stranger before him was different, he understood. Fawkes shifted a little on his perch, and decided that he shouldn't apologize. After all, he was getting to close to Hotaru and no one but Light and Terra was allowed to get close to her.

Hotaru had never been a heavy drinker, and had only gotten drunk a few times in her life. She had never been a heavy weight per say, but she also never get drunk easily. However, with her long term abstinence and the speed at which she drank the intoxicating liquid, it didn't take much for Hotaru to get drunk. With each long draught Hotaru's nervousness and anger dissipated.

Frodo's voice practically sounded like a grin, and it was just as infections. That or it was the drink. Either way, Hotaru's grin moved from her mouth to her ears and down to her wagging tail. "Hotaru, nice to meet you Frodo." Again, she took a swig of the alcohol and nearly choked on it laughing as Frodo's comment came out of no where. "Nice to meet you indeed." The blind wolf stepped closer, his scent now pungent and every detail was revealed to her. Underneath the stench of liquor, he smelled of the forest, of horses and oil. It was a wonderful combination and enthralled her curiosity and desire to get closer to him.

When the question about Lit or Lithe or...whatever his name was, came it really didn't bother her. The blind female simply smiled and said, "I just wanted to give 'im a piece of my mind. We a...were in a relationship...but thats over... probably." For once, Hotaru didn't flinch when a paw lightly touched her arm. Its soft and gentle touch combined with Frodo's hidden desire only made her draw closer to him. Bravely her hand reached up to touch his chest. She wanted to know what he looked like, who he was. The grey vixen wanted to get closer to him. "What do you want?" Her coy voice came out in a playful tone as her reddish tail swept back and forth.

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Frodo Silvertongue · 03-20-2012, 06:11 PM

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Mhm..Hotaru, eh?

He smirked, tossing his hair back in a sort of arrogant manner. No way she would find it attractive or alluring when sober, but the drink might have her practically drooling. The man wagged his tail largely, not finding it ridiculous at all how he’d managed to invade this random stranger’s personal space within minutes. In fact, the woman he had been attempting to woo the past few months hadn’t recuperated his feelings in the slightest, even after him getting to know her, gifting her, helping her. While all the young man had needed to get Hotaru on his side was a random bottle. Frodo didn’t understand love, not in the slightest.

Indeed two years of age could even be considered late to lose his virginity; which could well be the outcome of the meeting, or at least the way it was turning out at the moment. But that was probably due to the fact Frodo had been sensible while growing up, or at least oblivious. At least now, being still single and with a home, well being, and ongoing supply of food, he could live through the days that came after this night with little regret. It was what he needed, really, to let himself go and have a bit of fun for once. Every else did it, didn’t they? Although that could just be the drink getting to his mind.

Piece’a yer mind, eh? Not nice to ‘ear ‘bout Light mistreatin’ a fine young lady! Not nice at all! he shook his head, then drew his eyes upwards to lock into hers as she felt his touch. She didn’t flinch away, like he expected, but took his force with bravery. And then she herself reached out to touch him, laying her hand on his chest. Nobody touched him. Not ever. Or at least, not like that. What do you want? the question he’d been expecting came quickly and he was just as quick with an answer. You. Frodo murmured simply, a low growl rising in his throat, unleashing the true animal hidden inside. And with that he attempted to cup her grey face with his right paw, before leaning in to smell her neck. All of you. he whispered, his accent disappearing for a second or two; perhaps it was the alcohol, or the lust, or the determination to please. Frodo then slid his free hand down her back, firmly, guiding it as longingly as he dared.

Hotaru · 03-20-2012, 08:54 PM

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Hotaru could not see Frodo's attempts to look swave and cool. She couldn't see his wagging tail or alluring smirk. Nor did she care. At that moment, all of her cares had drifted far away and seemed to be less significant than the tiniest insect. However, what Hotaru lacked in her sight, she made up for in her other senses. His smell was charming and his voice was as gentle and graceful as the beautiful music Adrain once played for her. Although, that could have been the drink talking. Still, she flashed a winning smile and her fluffy tail flicked slowly from side to side like a cats tail.

The alcohol was messing with her mind. She was opening up to a total stranger, and she didn't even care. Frodo's comment about Light only increased her sense of ease and relaxation. "I'm glad you think so. It takes a fine male to know how to treat a female properly." Yes, Light was no fine male. He might have saved her from drowning and he might have helped her hunt; but he had also been intimate with another male while they were supposed to be in a relationship. Hotaru wasn't homophobic, but she hated being cheated on. Even if she was blind, she was a fine female with a wonderful personality. Well, she thought so.

You. The answer was immediate and precise, and it sent chills up her spine. A shy smile spread across her lips. To hear the declaration out loud, it was somehow embarrassing. The low growl that followed caused her ears to flick forward. The primal sound sent fire to her soul and she whined a little. She shivered again when a soft hand reached up to caress her face. The grey female leaned into his palm and her neck was revealed. Frodo's soft breath floated against the side of her neck and again she whined. Her pink tongue darted out to lick his palm, while her hand floated across his chest. She too moved her hand up to his face to inspect his masculine features. Even in her drunken and lustful state, she wanted to know what the stranger looked like.

When a firm, but loving hand, began to drift down her back a lustful whine escaped her lips. Her head tilted upwards while her ears flicked back. Frodo's touch set her skin ablaze and desire ignited within her. Again, she stepped closer, so close that their fur was practically touching. She could feel how he was somewhat shorter than her, but it didn't really bother Hotaru. Her hand drifted down again till it touched his collar and she bent her head down till it touched his shoulder and let his scent filled her nostrils. The grey wolf tilted her head so that her muzzle settled into the nape of his neck and gently nuzzled him.

Fawkes watched horrified as the scene unraveled before him. He wanted to cry out, to object in the loudest, most obnoxious way possible. And he did just that. He spread his massive wings and flapped them till the branch shook. No one was allowed to touch Hotaru like that except Light! It wasn't allowed. Fawkes was immediately shut up when a grey middle finger was shot in his direction. His beak dropped. Hotaru had actually flipped him the bird. With nothing else to say, the red tailed hawk flew off to find a safe haven until the wolves' "meeting" was done.

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Frodo Silvertongue · 03-22-2012, 01:21 PM

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Don't know if you're comfortable with playing this out too much, if not we can always fade to black.. word count; 593

Of course she could not actually see his attempts at looking attractive - though Frodo was already quite a handsome man - but Frodo didn’t know that. Not yet, at least. At least she would have his other assets to know he was there, though. His voice was indeed as melodic and colourful as an instrument, smoothing it’s way into a low purr as the drink softened his senses. His eyes were wide and scent strong, naturally, in the heat of the moment. As she responded to his question, he smirked lightly, and then watched her mouth close. There would be no more proper talking today, he assumed. Or tonight, he added in his mind, as the horizon leaked over with a thousand shades of orange. The sun was setting, soon it would be dark. Good, thought Frodo. He didn’t want to be found. For the moment, it would be just her and him. And that hawk, unfortunately.

His grin only grew as she smiled and whined in response to his advances. But when he looked into her eyes, he saw the tell tale glimmer of blindness. Like a thin, translucent sheet set over the eyes. Was she blind? He hadn’t realised. Oh well, that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was right here, right now. And indeed he was captured as her tongue caressed his palm, the roughness sending jolts down his body. Hotaru then reached out to touch his own face; he hadn’t been expecting it but maybe this was the way she saw things, through touch. And it was all he could do not to gasp, but to keep still, his chiselled head hers to the inspecting.

She stepped closer and he joined her, moving his hand from the side to the back of her head, as if holding her from harm. She inhaled his scent and he did the same, leaning in to taste and familiarize himself with the aroma that was uniquely her own. Frodo stroked her hair, her fur, stopping his left hand just above her waistline. He whispered her name and then began gently unbuttoning his shirt with his left hand, while still holding her head with his right. When he had finished, the clothing fell to the ground…disgraced, forgotten. And now he was completely bare, except for the accessories round his neck. Should he take those off, too? No, there didn’t seem like much point. And not much time, either. There was a desire growing in the pit of his stomach, a feeling he had never felt before.

Suddenly he was ravenous. He brushed her ears back and stroked her muzzle, running a finger along her collarbones. Frodo touched her gently at first, just whispers of touches; her legs, her arms, her shoulders. And her face, especially her face. While she still faced him he kneaded his thumbs and paws into her back, massaging out all signs of stress or regret. And then his paws began to get more hungry, stroking her faster and more determined. He licked along her neck and then leaned in to send kisses - of sorts- over her ears, and muzzle. Closer… he murmured, pulling her suddenly right up to him, drawing her into a lustful embrace. And it seemed like an age of teasing her fur and preening her, before he finally slid one hand lower down her back, cupping her rump in one hand. Somewhere he would never dare touch before, but now, drunk, he would submit to his desires. And then the crow left them, and his smile grew even bigger than before.

Hotaru · 03-23-2012, 08:59 PM

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On we go

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It wasn't her first time experiencing a male. She had met a wolf before her injury and had hoped she would be able to do the same with Light. However, that never happened. He had chosen those of his own gender as opposed to her, and it only fueled her rage and passion. Hotaru could be sensual, even without her sight. She would prove to Light that she was no less of a female because she was blind. She would prove it to him, and to herself.

Very early on into her disability, she had noticed that her other four senses had become increasingly sensitive. Food had a richer flavor, scents were more pungent, and every touch from Frodo sent waves of pleasure through her like she had never felt before. Her hair bristled under his fingers as they moved down her back. She could feel every muscle and sinew in his face and a hazy picture formed in her mind. He was much thinner than Light, but the wrinkles in his skin caused by his smile were much larger. Hotaru doubted that could Light smile like Frodo.

A kindly hand moved to the back of her head, like a father holding his child. Hotaru was so used to protecting herself form everyone and everything, that the sensation was almost new. To have someone there to protect her, to allow her to relax in her dark world. That was what she needed, and in her drunken state she really did relax into his arms. Together they took in each others scents, and soon their scent would become one. A fire burned inside Hotaru as she desired the male before her. Her name gently floated into her ears, the melodic voice and intoxicating drink made her grin. Her fluffy tail wagged happily back and forth and the bottle dropped from her free hand and landed on the ground with a heavy thud.

As Frodo started to work his clothes off Hotaru paused, wondering if she should help. With slow and steady fingers she brushed off any parts that he might have trouble with before she moved her hands to his chest and arms. He was much smaller than Light, and slightly smaller than her. But he was a well muscled male and his limbs seemed almost too big for his body. There were a few accessories around his neck, but for the most part Hotaru ignored them. Her hands searched his torso with the delicate touch of a carver. Slowly she inched her way down, but moved her hands back up before she reached his pelvis.

It felt so good to be in his arms, and she was so relaxed that she even allowed her ears to be pushed back. Again, a soft whine escaped her lips as his fingers gently stroked her jaw. Soon his hands began to explore the different regions of her body, just as hers were exploring him. Whenever her face was free she would lean in to take in his scent or to shower him with soft, quick licks; especially on his neck. When his firm hands began to need out the stress in her back she sighed with relief. How wonderful it was to have a handsome male care to her every desire.

Gradually his hands began to move faster and their hungry desires were intoxicating. He pulled her in closer to him, almost demanding, into a lustful embrace. Lustfully, Hotaru growled before nipping him softly on the ear. When his hand slid down to her rear she whined. It wasn't enough, she wanted more. Bravely, she moved her white hand down to his member. Her dexterous fingers began to tease him as a drunken smile crossed her lips. With the chaperone gone and the alcohol lowering her defenses, she could do what ever she wanted. As her hand worked on his jewels, the other rested softly on his shoulder. For what seemed like the millionth time, she leaned in to lick him on his muzzle and to playfully nip at his ear.

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Frodo Silvertongue · 03-24-2012, 07:42 PM

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Both bottles were discarded in the mayhem, thrown carelessly to the ground. Droplets of alcohol glittered on the blades of grass, beautiful, but almost evil in the sense of the chaos they had caused, the chaos unravelling in the wilderness.

While Frodo was new at this, Hotaru was not, so he was ready to let her do what she wished, even if it meant him feeling bad for his lack in experience. But it was, of course, in a wolf’s - and indeed in any creature’s - instinct, and natural ability, to do what they were both attempting now. And so Frodo was not completely innocent in the matter; in fact, he almost acted as if he had done something like this before. One of the advantages of alcohol was confidence, and confident he was. He’d always been a unique kind of guy, for he cared not what people thought of him. But this was a different view on things all together, a side of the man he’d never realised had been inside him. Usually he was so awkward about things like this.

She had relaxed into his embrace, melted to his touch, and responded with gestures of her own. Willingly, he drooped his tail into an equally relaxed state. Every scent, every sound, every touch had him burning inside, like someone had lit a fire in the pit of his stomach. His senses were somewhat dulled, due to his drunken state, and he may have, perhaps, held her not as strongly or as safely as he would have if they were sober, but he was aroused all the same, and tried to please the stranger as best he could. For that was what she was, a complete stranger. And Light’s girl, at that. Or at least, had been. Frodo hadn’t talked to Light in a while, but they were friends of sorts…Frodo dearly hoped his pack mate, his proclaimed brother, wouldn’t hold this one drunken night against him.

She nipped his ear, and he could tell that she was ultimately getting as frisky as he was. He tightened his hold on where his hands had so bravely ventured and she whined in response, yet apparently she was willing to go just that step further. Frodo’s eyes grew wide, perhaps even reverting back to their usual intensely green shade since they had grown gloomy from drink, as he realised what was coming. He saw her hand move, second guessed what was going to happen, but yet still wasn’t ready when she touched him no-one had dared touch him before.

His thighs grew ridged, all ten fingers on his paws curling into fists. A sharp, external shot of breath escaped him, the gasp breaking the silence. He had known it would come to this, but when it finally came down to it, he had been unprepared. But it was worth it. The suspense led him to move his own hands, bravely, like hers had, though it was hard to concentrate on something else other than what was going on to his own body. Yet he managed to cup her breasts and lean his head into her neck, inhaling her musk before retracting to examine her body once more. He’d never really paid much attention to appearance, but boy, he’d gotten lucky.

His hands searched along her chest gracefully, stroking beneath her breasts, and around them, before one of his hands finally reached up to tighten on a nipple. When she nipped his ear he growled playfully, and once more at the lick of the muzzle. And then he grew almost too eager, holding her waist with one hand while moving down with the other. What she had given him the pleasure of, he could only return the favour, sliding his hand lower, to stroke her sensitive place. His calloused hands were quite cold, due to the fact they were exposed in the quickening dark. However, Frodo was pretty sure they would warm up soon, he thought with a humorous smirk. But he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up this playing, teasing, suspense. Already there was a eager hardness pressing into her hands, which was perhaps quite uncomfortable… until, of course, he took that final step until that formed them as one. And so, as if to mention to her just how frustrated he was getting, he let a soft whine roll out of his tongue, a question in it’s tone that could only mean one thing. She wouldn't back down now, surely.

Hotaru · 04-03-2012, 01:21 PM

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Hotaru was ready and willing to give herself completely to the male before her. Why? Because she could, because instinct drove her, because the alcohol compelled her to be with him. She was going to regret her actions later, the consequences of this one night stand would haunt the back of her mind for a long time to come. Even so, she didn't care. Consequences be damned, she needed to know someone could love her like her and share such an intimate moment with her.

When her hands ventured downwards to help please her new companion, she was not expecting his rigid reaction. His whole body seemed to tighten and his breath came in a surprised gasp. Hotaru paused momentarily, wondering if she had crossed some sort of line that was off limits to her. Her worries and hesitation were put aside when Frodo relaxed, or at least, most of him. Relief swelled in her breast as she continued to pleasure the smaller male and feel his exited reactions.

The next time Hotaru paused with her work was when Frodo leaned forward to tease her chest. She exhaled her drunken breath and leaned her head back a little. His hands moved a clumsily around her body as they examined every inch of her frame. Even so, she had difficulty concentrating on her own work as the male sent fiery sensations through her body. When his hands reached down and began to stroke her sensitive area her whole body convulsed. His eagerness only increased her desire as she teased his hardened member.

His questioning whine made her smirk as a sense of wrongdoing filled her. They should stop before things got too far. They weren't mates and Hotaru was supposed to care for Light. It was the wrongness of the situation that made her feel so right. Light was going to pay for ignoring her and going off with another male, she would see to that. Hotaru leaned into his ear, her panting breath coming out in a whisper. "What are you waiting for?"

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Frodo Silvertongue · 04-04-2012, 02:24 PM

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Part of him thought they had dragged this on too long, but his thoughts were clearly irrational due to the amount of alcohol that had got to them. All a muddle, the man was starting to sway ever so slightly, however ultimately he had control over his actions. But not over his mind. His mind told him to do things that he would never have dared doing when sober. And the worst thing was, he actually felt like he wanted to do them. He was almost pitiful, though wild and untamed, as he held her close, returning the favour she had so graciously bestowed upon him. And she seemed to like what he was doing. He certainly liked doing it.

What are you waiting for? he did not know. He had been unsure before, but now the drink and the lust really was starting to get into his system. If he didn't get her now, he'd be frustrated for days afterwards. Her words were more a rhetorical question, he guessed, so he did not bother answering as he took her by the shoulders and lay her in the grass. For of course, they could hardly do what they meant to do standing up. As he lay her there he was gentle, but at the same time careless, and quick, not wanting to waste any more time. The man straddled her, leaning over her but not exactly touching, purposefully putting the weight of his calves and half his things on the ground. Kneeling upwards, he clutched her shoulders and hair ravenously, before sending himself inside her with a thrust.

He had no morals now, and took her without any hesitations. Frodo rubbed against her slowly at first, steadily, and his breath was quick and gasping. But with a low moan, and a snarl dying on his lips, he began to ride her as relentlessly as he rode his Strider, fingers tensing to run up and down her body and occasionally finding grips in the grass. His darting eyes soon found place to Hotaru's own gaze, and he held it there willingly, wanting to please her like her body was pleasing him.

Yet was that really what he wanted? Frodo's mind slowly began to put two and two together in the heat of the moment, and as he grew hotter and hotter there was a shadow of a doubt in his mind. He ignored this though, and kept at it. He told himself he needn't worry. But even as he carried on, his Ending becoming near, a single tear rolled down his cheek, passionate but not entirely controlled. Yet it dispersed into his fur before it had time to drop, unnoticed and hidden. And so the man continued to plunge into the stranger, thoughts and feelings purely on his pleasure.

Hotaru · 04-17-2012, 06:07 PM

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It had been a long time since Hotaru had simply let her reason slip away. She had long ago stopped thinking about the consequences of her actions and focused purely on the pleasure that Frodo was giving her. The event provided a release from the harsh realities of the world and she was enjoying every minute of it. To have a male dote on her, care for her, it was a wonderful feeling. Her guard relaxed and completely faded, a product of both drink and lust. Hotaru let herself drown in pleasure, as the enhanced feelings flowed through her mind and erased every other sense.

Slowly, gently, Frodo lowered her to the ground. She would not deny him the fruits of his labor. In fact, she was practically begging for it. Hotaru needed to feel special, she needed to feel loved. Even if the sensation was false, she desired the intimacy for however brief their meeting would be. Frodo seemed to feel a sense of urgency as his hands traveled quickly over her body. Hotaru did her best to return the feeling to him in full, her gently nips and caressing hands working to bring pleasure to her one time partner. A gasp escaped her lips as he entered her, she had not expected him to proceed so quickly. Without the aid of vision, most of his caresses were a welcome surprise. But nothing could top surprise and wonderful feeling of the two wolves becoming one.

At first he was gentle, his rocking motions and thrusts easy for her to keep up with. It had been a long time since she had last been with a male, and Hotaru was out of practice. But Frodo quickly became impatient, his youth and inexperience catching up to him. His thrusts became relentless and a growl escaped her lips as pleasure ripped through her body. Hotaru grabbed onto his shoulders, her hands seeking and anchor in the dark world.

The two wolves moved together almost as one. As first time lovers, they could not sync perfectly, although Hotaru tried her best to bring pleasure to her partner. The blind wolf arched her back as the pair entered final stages of love, her desire fulfilled and just about satisfied. She could not see his near, or know his pain, but Hotaru would never forget the pleasure she had given him. He had comforted her, and given her the revenge she desired. A perfect stranger had allowed her to feel wanted, to feel like she could be normal despite her vision impairment. Even so, she was going to regret their meeting. A hollow love, was worse than a shallow pool to a dehydrated individual. It provided only temporary relief to a very deep pain.

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